Chapter Twenty-four
“Go into the bar, Alex. Sit down and wait, and look your most provocative. Deliberately stare at their crotches or into their eyes. I want them to notice you.” I shuddered at his instructions, just as I shuddered when the drama began again.
It was the afternoon of Sophie’s departure. I was so glad that she was gone that when Reggie dressed me in a simple camisole and skirt I would have agreed to do anything. We sped off in the yellow Porsche, heading toward town. The feeling was glorious, the speed of the sports car feeding my warm pulsing crotch. There were so few times I was alone with Reggie, I could hardly contain my excitement.
Flashing neon greeted me at the door as I entered the bar. A familiar sight to me now, and hardly cause for much concern. There was mu
