Chapter Fifty-eight
Mickey watched the robe slide from a sculptured back, drop down skinny thighs to heap in a mound about Sparky’s ankles. Her’s was a body-type Mickey envied– an athletic build that Mickey, in all her lushness, would gladly trade for. And as Mickey keenly ogled Sparky, the girl bent forward to set out her shampoo and conditioner on the bench. Sparky added a bar of soap and the razor from her kit. “God, I’d kill for a bum like that,”Mickey whispered out loud as she watched the thigh muscles lift and tighten. Sparky, she realized, possessed a truly great ass, one with all the jauntiness of a junkyard dog.
Mickey sighed and watched begrudgingly as Sparky turned and moved to the edge of the staging. She stooped, flexing those superb muscles again, to run a hand through the
