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Called To Mrs. Wilson's Office Again.

rivate setting?"

He was taken aback, " More private - how so?"

She smiled, a wicked, seductive smile, " We have a private room, that we can use for a more intimate setting, less noise... That sort of thing. Not for just any customer though..."

" I see... '

"interested?"

"hmmm I don't know..."

Her hand caressed his thigh, her eyes never left his.

"I would be completely undressed, the rules up here do not apply. Just you and me."

"wow... really.... sounds very tempting..."

She could feel his arousal swelling. She felt her own desire waxing.

"as much time as you'd like..."

"well... OK... what do I do?

"Between the men's and ladies room go through that door, downstairs and the last room on the left. I'll meet you there in 5 minutes."

"I see..."

She leaned in close, " Don't be obvious about it, just go to the men's room and be one door off."

She could smell his cologne, mixed with the smell of his arousal. She caressed his face with her hands.

"see you soon...", and with that she backed away, turned and went to the dressing room.

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Rich sat there for a moment, somewhat stunned. This was a line he had not considered crossing.

But there it was.

Offered up to him.

She was so different from his wife, whom he adored. Shellie was trim, fit and lean. Whip smart and he loved her for all these things and many more. But he was a man, and as such his eyes did wander. Camille was soft, round and voluptuous he thought, smiling. A truly sensual being.

He watched her go, her soft backside swaying beneath her costume as she walked away. Finishing his drink he stood up and made for the men's room, and at the last moment he went through the door she had indicated. Closing the door behind him, a dimly lit stairway greeted him and he descended it to the basement. A short corridor was at the bottom and he followed it to the last door on the left. He saw that another stairway led up to what he assumed was the dancer's dressing room. He place his hand on the doorknob.

Something occurred to him.

A pang of guilt went through him.

He paused and thought about what he was doing.

He heard a door open down the hall, he was committed.

He opened the door and stepped inside. The room was slightly more well lit than the main floor upstairs. The lighting was warm and cozy. The room had a couch, an overstuffed chair both of which had a pattern that could not stand the light of day. In the middle there was what looked like a massage table.

He sat down in the chair and tried to breathe. Regularly.

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Camille walked off the floor and into the dressing room, once inside she took a deep breath and tried to clear her mind for the task at hand. She was going to give herself to him. almost completely in the next hour.

She would allow him to have her.

Completely.

Without reservation.

And then after a fashion she would bend him to her will, in the end he would please Shelli, become the lover she wanted him to be. And yet Camille wondered if she would become a extra item.

This thought gave her pause. Would Shelli still be her lover after it's all said and done.

She pondered this as she changed into another costume, one more flowing yet more revealing than before. This was her late night costume, revealing yet concealing. Her breasts appeared through the sheer material as soft white globes, topped with dark circles they swayed gently within the fabric. If she did not shave her sex smooth, a dark patch of fuzz would have been apparent between her thighs. As it was the only contrast to her skin and the outfit was her long hair and her dark nipples. She put low sandals on her feet, not fuck-me shoes.

Camille did not perform private shows often, as she did not trust the normal clients at the club.

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