“Dani, you know I love you,” Shirley bleated out, leaning over me to reach down to my crotch, to rub Big Girl that stood harnessed to my groin.  The curvy girl rubbed and pressed her breasts tight to my arm, hoping to entice me into sex. Shirley often tried that, and often it worked but I wasn't in the mood for that. “Not today, Shirley.”  I pushed her away, staring at the tumbler in front of her on the aging mahogany bar...

She was a looker all right--fine coat, double-breasted button-down pink blouse with black trim and with a knee-length skirt that hugged her bottom-- and it was a bottom that deserved to be caressed. Long dark hair, fair skin, green eyes emphasized with perfect makeup and lipstick the color of an oriental ruby. She was tall and firm on five-inch heels and her jewelry looked like the real thing. Her purse might have cost as...