The neck of the top scooped down quite far, showing off a long, curved line of cleavage. She had a long black skirt going down to the floor, which had... a slit running up its left side, starting from the floor, terminated at her hip bone. It was a heavy material that had a slight sheen, like water at night, rippling with every move she made. The skirt had a flowery, lacy fringe, running along most of its edge getting smaller as it went to her hip. The candy striped stockings were still there,. I tied my blonde hair back in a ponytail. With heels, I looked like a fetish mistress. If only I could cuff my husband’s hands behind his back, tie his mouth, put a leash on him and make him crawl. If only. But that was not in the plans.We made our way together to the room Markus had told me. He would be staying at one of the luxury suites at the top of the hotel with a rooftop view. I was excited for this. I lead my husband to the top via the lift. We stood in front of Markus’ door and. Girls (no one is interested in a guy's cleavage) working the high-roller rooms do better; while those covering the Keno area not as well. But on average, I make more in tips on one ten minute or twelve minute circuit as my hourly salary. And if each girl gets about the same tips, then my share of the total is just about equal to what I bring in myself.The drag of course is that any man who sees the top one third of a tit assumes that the rest of the tit, the rest of the body in fact, is there. " He cocked his head to the side, letting the information settle. "Of course, the photographic evidence I have is better than Holmesian deduction." He reached into an inner suit jacket pocket, tossing down on the desk his own, though smaller, unsealed manila envelope. The corner of a photograph peeked out, a bit of skin showing on it. "But I'm not trying to blackmail you, Mr. Stanton. We had an agreement. Provide me with the manuscript for Mein Kampf I know is in your collection, and I will.