I danced with energy and abandon. The effect, I was to discover, was to have all the gentlemen quite aroused by my performance. Their arousal approach...ed my own, as I shimmied and swayed with the flow of the music and the awareness of my impact on the men.One of them, a supplier, I later learned, had pulled me into this boardroom as I passed on a return trip from the ladies. Our conversation had been brief."You are incredibly hot," he murmured, his lips pressing across my own, his tongue. Even buying the lemonade felt erotic, I felt that everyone knew what I was wearing, what was wedged in my ass, and what I was going to do. When he lazily answered the door in a sloppy t-shirt I felt my heart race in anticipation. He told me to get inside and smacked my ass hard. This time I dutifully made a girly sound. I wanted him to feel his power and it worked, he became more aggressive. "take off your clothes and get on your knees." I liked this too, the fact that he was clothed while I. We both walked to the beach and that particular day was so beautiful and little windy and chilly but we didn’t mind, we were walking and talking about various things in both our lives. After a few hours it became chillier and she was standing there bit cold, I asked her if she wants to leave, she didn’t want as she was enjoying the sunset.So I offered my jacket to her. Then I gathered some courage and put my hand around her shoulder as if I am warming her. She didn’t mind me doing that. That is. Either it wasn’t Dante, or this was the biggest con in the history of the universe. I was damned sure it was the former, though at this point, nothing would have surprised me.“I have no idea,” I replied.We were missing something; something VERY big. Dante’s team either knew what it was, or had a strong suspicion. Whatever it was, it was very likely related to Lone Star, and I had a sudden fear that whatever it was, it was so big that it was going to cause us to lose. And the thought of losing.