When Sam arrived at Maire"s place, it was quiet, as it usually was on an afternoon. The carefully cultivated gentility of the establishment always made him feel as if he were calling for a prom date. Well, maybe a professional prom date.
Odd, he thought, how he had lost his once avid interest in sensual pleasures and now desired little more than a brandy and a quiet conversation with Maire.
When Sam opened the door to enter the Gentlemen"s Club, Celeste suddenly appeared, all bounce and hot breath. She reminded Sam of a female Fagin, waiting to lead Oliver Twist down the path of sin. Sam couldn"t help but notice the shapely legs that kept peeking through the slits in the silky skirt that massaged her body with every step she took. The path of sin could certainly be an attractive little r
