The Club is busy and we are hailed as we enter, the three of us. Charlotte looks spectacular, wearing the dress I bought her for her first visit here. It cost a fortune, but when I see her wearing it, it was worth every penny. Full-length and slit to the hip, haltered and gathered under her breasts, it falls to the ground in a sway of shimmering black. She looks like a million dollars, walks like a queen and she’s ours….
oursMichael, off to one side chatting, is drawing the usual attention. I’m realistic enough to know that when we worked the clubs and the scene as a pair, he was the one that drew the eye. Heads turn as he walks by, both female and male.
“He has never had any problems getting partners, Charlotte. But he wants you.” She looks; smiles and nods, a sparkle in her eyes.
want
