I look up from my book. “What, this again?”
“It saves time. Those five.” She points to the far wall of tables.
Pushing back my glasses, I do a slow scan. “Way straight. Femlez. Tran. Straight, but curious.”
“The last?”
“You don’t want to know.”
“So let’s see about tonight.” She goes across to score my judgements.
The last ropes tightened, legs spread wide, she’s liquid with anticipation. Her eyes flick to the chamber door. Wearing a hungry smile Mistress returns, the glistening cock strapped between latex legs swaying to her strut.
Sometimes getting it wrong is getting it right.
