Dance Little Tin Goddess

"In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and the Holy Spirit."  Preston looks like an eager poindexter sitting in the front of the class.  Who would have thought Preston Kerns would enjoy mass so much?  "Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with Thee. Blessed art Thou among women And Blessed is the fruit of They womb, Jesus. Holy Mary Mother of God. Pray for us sinners now and at the hour of our death. Amen."  The clergy excused, it got a tight trying to find the door.  "Are we coming back?"  Narrowing my brows, I broke from his excited stare.  Am I coming back?  "Pull up your big-girl panties and have fun! Life is so short, Liz."  Rowan would know more than me, huh? I introduced Preston to Big Sid hoping to distract him from the fact that I basically kidnapped him. I need his charm for the strip clubs and I am doing him a favor in return by taking him away 

from the grip of Anne.  Just thinking her name makes my mood go from 'I'm surviving' to 'Forgive me Father for I have slit the throat of one, Anne Patrick.'  "You're young and widowed.  You were given the second chance of being reckless and open for business. Utilize it."  Rowan is making good points today.  "Her."  I pointed at the current girl who wished her daddy loved her on stage.  She was very, 'Confederate Railroad', just Preston's type...trashy-ass, ugly women.  "You're going to seduce too much lipstick and too much blush. Kiss her neck, rub her legs and explore to the hot spot, get a finger worked in the undies, and then pull them off. I'll pick them up."  Preston's stare, one brow up, the other down, displayed his shock but ultimately shrugged not not hesitating to disappear in a small room in search for his trashy-assed target.  Missing Sebastian is not an easy emotion to mask. I sat alone in my Yukon letting the tears
flood the screen of my cell until I couldn't focus on it.  I had a message composed but I was fearful of the content that would recipercate if it sent. Cash. Focus. Balling.  I had to get my mind straight and focus on the task at hand.  When I pressed play on my cell, the moans and noises transmitted out of my bose.  Sebastian's pleasure was surrounding me.  It made my own undergarments feel the trickle of excited.  Seeing his beautiful face,  I closed my eyes, inclined my seat, and met Sebastian's lips with mine.  Building up to climax, my eyes shot open. I could just imagine my face twisted in a hard stare while I gritted my teeth. I pictured Sebastian's beautiful face grinning at the sight of my excitement which in return gave me chills, amplifying the pleasure my body was holding in.  A couple of patrons were standing near, staring in my direction. I lost it. My body was shaking, but I managed to gain composure. Letting my breathing slow, I removed my freshly wet panties and tucked them away in my console.  Not too bad for my actual first solo performance. 


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