"You obviously don't know Danny, but Molly's sixteen years younger than me and look at her mate, just fucking look at her, I'd die for that woman mate..., fucking die for her"I did look at her and so did he, I think we said it together,"Fucking hell!"The other dancers were taking a break so the music was soft and slow, Jenny and Molly were moving sensuously together in time to the music face to face, lips barely a hairs breadth apart, hips grinding sensuously into each others and breasts squashed. I call it a "Pink Genie". The contented smile on her face told me she was having a good time.“This is a very tasty drink. Have you been working here long?” she asked me with a smile.“I’m glad you like it. I’ve been working Thursdays for a couple of months now,” I smiled back. “Are you a regular, Miss…?”“Oh, my, no! I’ve never been here before. I’m just here on a dare.”“That’s how a lot of people start off here. And then they find it irresistibly fun,” I chuckled. “That’s how I started, too.. I thought about it and it was perfect, I didn’t have to invite them here and I could leave if it wasn’t good. I started to get ready, grabbed my coat and put some shoes on. Then as I was leaving, I thought about the other guys I was missing out on. I took a breath and dashed back to my laptop, I messaged every guy in the area and told them the club name, said I’d be there in 30 mins and what I’d be wearing. I thought, more the merrier right? Most guys on here from my old town were a letdown and. Those women understood me enough to allow me to exist in my way while being in their world, I hoped.After spending the rest of the day enjoying being in Kelly and Little Rachel’s presence, indulging in the family time we were having together, we put Little Rachel to bed. Kelly and I packed my bag, and she drove me to the train station in her Mercedes at a little past 2AM. It was a thirteen hour journey to Chicago so I didn’t take a sleeper.I kissed Kelly goodbye passionately on the platform of.