I peruse the half circle of women around our table. They’re allin various stages of undress. One woman has on a lacy blackbra with a leather mini skirt and fishnets. Another has acropped white t-shirt on, but I can see her n*****s through hershirt and she ditched her skirt in favor of a vibrant red thong.
I shrug and wave a hand. All of the women move forward, butone pulls away from the crowd. She is in a skintight dress witha zipper up the front. The zip is pulled down low enough toreveal her lacy bra and ample cleavage.
“Do you need something, Mr. Zhukova?” she asks with abreathy voice.
“A dance!” Arslan answers for me. “Give him a dance, honey.He’s stressed.”
The woman smiles seductively and walks closer, her hipsswaying with every step. “D
