"Come and dance on my pole, Princess."Somehow I didn't think many princesses were previously heterosexual menabout to be initiated into the world of g...ay sex as part of a businessdeal. Now I felt I understood what it was like being Tracey except Iwasn't even getting paid for this. This made me cheaper than thecheapest whores I knew.I was really not sure I wanted to do this. But I had to think about myjob. If I wanted to keep my job I had to keep him happy.So I found myself effectively being. You could do it with your knees on the floor and me lying on the bed. Or the best position: you on the bed face up with my pussy hovering over the top of your lips and tongue.“Let’s try both positions with a relatively dry pussy.” I sat on the edge of the bed, laid back, and got my legs out of Mike’s way. He dove in. “So far so good. Now get on the bed.” I hovered and Mike licked.“Okay. Previous position. Make me juicy.” Mike dove in with his tongue and a finger or two. He rubbed my tits and. An hour later,he had on foundation, his nose was made to look smaller with a magic useof contour powder, and pink eyeshadow and eyeliner made his eyes pop. Healso had on long false eyelashes coated in black mascara which felt heavyon his eyelids every time he blinked. His lips were outlined to makethem appear fuller. Lastly, she applied frosty pink lipstick followed byclear shinny lip gloss which tasted like strawberries.A limo took Heather to the wedding. The actual wedding was. Julia and Susan found a spot for the picnic blanket, and we sat down. I was the one who knew about picnics, so I was the one who ordered the food.I ordered potato salad heavy on the sweet pickle, tuna salad, also heavy on the sweet pickle, potato chips, a dip based on mayonnaise, and sliced bread for the sandwiches. Iced tea was the beverage of choice. Just as we finished eating, four men rode up, and it was easy to tell that they were trouble just looking for a place to happen.Julia left it to.