In Too Deep ( closed, open only by invite)

Closed for BBS and little golden... other characters will be included by invite only

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" Jesus Christ, could I look more like a tramp"

I think the answer was no. One look in the mirror pretty much spelt it all out. If I was going to go undercover as a stripper , I had to look like one.

A white tube top that barely kept my full breasts in. Coupled with the PVC black skirt which did nothing to conceal the curve of my ass. With the fishnet stockings and the thigh high black "come-fuck me" boots with the 6 inch heels, sure didnt help either.

I glanced over at my partner of 2 years. She was in a different but similarly themed outfit. I couldnt help but sigh. It was always down to this when female cops went undercover. Tits and ass.

We had been working vice for 2 years now and had a healthy string of busts together. Mainly tricking johns into solicitation collars, but we had taken down a small latinodrug ring which was infiltrating the North Side.

How did we do it? You guessed it, tits and ass.

We were smart though, we always played it right and kept the crooks at a arms length from their prize; scoring with us. You'd be amazed at what a guy will tell you when he thinks he might get some, or just having a girl on his arms. Or get them drunk enough they thought we had fucked them.

And because of our big bust . We were being given the choice job.

Taking down Nathan Talone.

Talone ran a sleaze empire. Strip joints, peep shows, adult theaters , his small legion of prostitues, and a small porn company. He had his fingers in everyones pie, and had smuggled his gals into a lot of influential beds. So much, you never knew who was on Talones blackmail list.

by itself, he was just scum. Scum with great lawyers who always managed to find loopholes. But there was one thing he couldnt get around. His alleged "other" company.

Nathan talone was rumoured to be in bed with the Gambione family and ran a rape porn syndicate for them. Lots of black market rape was hitting the streets. And alot of it couldnt be disputed as fake. The guys wore masks , and in many of the vids it was downright gangrape.

The worst part was none of the girls would come forward, and theones we did track down would either say nothing or lawyer up with nathan talones pencil pushers.

We had managed to score a stripper audition at one of his notorious clubs " The Pit" from a reliable turncoat on his waiter staff. They had checked us out, and our alibis were air tight.

We had spent the last month holed up in a one bedroom apartment, taking turns sharing the couch to build up some credibility.

Back-up was our last measure. But we didnt needit. We were smart. We were cool. We were ready.

Nathan Talone was going down.


OOC:

Francessca Monterrelli
Age 28
Been a vice cop for 2 years
her italian heritage displays her ample double D bust and her dark almost black eyes
Her hair is dark, long, and thick, going near to the middle of her back.
She is relatively athletic, but has the curves of a sex bomb.
She is a crack shot, her temper just sometimes gets the better of her. Despite her analytical mind.
Her skin is a natural olive colour

In Too Deep (Closed For Badbabysitter & Invited Guests)
Introduction to Maria-Anna White (Red)

Anna-Maria (ak.a. Red) White had worked for the city police for four years. The local boys in blue adored her with her lush red long red hair, trim body and big breasts. Although a beauty, she was smart and ready to take on the bad guys. At 5'6" and 112 lbs she wasn't a big physical threat, but she could handle pepper spray, a night stick or her service revolver as well as any trained law enforcement officer. Her weakness was hand-to-hand combat.

The job with the city police had been ideal for her after graduating top in her law enforcement program. They were eager to bring in a crop of female crops. She fit the people and created a lot of grins and chuckles with the boys in blue. Even some of the gals in blue for more than interested in her pretty face and tempting body.

At 26 years of age, she had a great career going with two years of mixed assignments and then two years in vice. Anna-Maria like vice a whole lot. It was seedy and dirty - both appealed to something in her inner self.

As a dedicated policewoman, Anna-Maria wanted to get up the police ladder quickly. She knew she needed to take some risks, make some big busts and get recognized. She was seeking a whole lot more excitement and opportunity. But she knew that the great opportunity to go real deep undercover would also have great risks.


Anna-Maria lingered over the memories of the past four years in policing. Her assignments in traffic, community affairs, school liaison, administration and even public relations covered her first two years. She had argued in vain, over and over for something a whole lot more exciting like homicide, drugs or even vice. Her efforts had caused a lot of commotion and she got the label as a trouble maker with some of the upper echelon.

But then one day, everything changed. It had come as a shock when her sergeant had handed her the transfer papers with a grin on his face. Sergeant Deschamps had been smug as he told her:

"We'll Red looks like you got what you wanted. You're going in vice... From what I hear you're going in deep with a mystery partner...."

"Finally" Anna-Maria had replied in delight with a girl-like squeal.

The sergeant almost whispered his final advice as she departed his office:

"Red... Don't forget ... You may have to put out.... to safe your ass from being discovered as an undercover... Bad people would fuck you over and over and then dump your pretty ass in the river You be careful Red!"

Anna-Maria had almost wet her pants as the realities of the danger set in. Mentally she had assured herself that nothing like that would ever happen to her. There would always be back-up. Heck, everyone knew that there were always others cops watching out for you.

It had been two years to the day, since her sergeant had warned her about working vice and its dangers. Ironically, the sergeant himself was killed in an off duty car accident. What a way to go - on a clear day - some drunk had run into the side of his car killing him instantly.

To most of the folks in the run down apartment they were using for cover, Anna-Maria was a beautiful red-head actress/lingerie model down on her luck and making a little extra on her back. She was often dressed in a chic red dress that showed off her ample cleavage, barely reached halfway down her thighs. There was faux gold designer jewelery that decorated her wrists, ears, and neck. The three inch heels, the black leather gloves and the fancy black leather purse told people that she was a modern woman with attitude.

"Okay partner - what do have on Nathan Talone?" Anna-Maria asked nervously as she fidgeted in the bathroom adjusting her lipstick.

Francessca had rattled off in a analytical type fashion a whole bunch of detail like how Talone was into strip joints, peep shows, adult theaters, prostitution and filming porn and blackmail. Anna-Maria's ears perked up as her partner spoke in a hushed tone about Talone being in league with the Gambione family and running some sort of rape porn syndicate, and selling the black market rape material out on the street for big bucks.

"That's got to be rough on the women" Anna-Maria had replied in a measured way.

"Francessca, I understand why those girls don't want to get involved or go to the cops. Talone or the Gambione family - both are equal doses of bad medicine. You Italians can be pretty scary!" Anna-Maria laughed off a bad situation.

"Well, I guess we got to roll soon, I'll finish up my make-up and we can head to the Pit for our stripper auditions. I guess we taxi it again? I'll play the sweet innocent like usual?" Anna-Maria asked casually. This was business - all in a day's work.

The Pit

Anna-Maria got in the taxi cab after her partner Francessca. The yellow taxi had a overweight bald driver who kept eyeing the women up and down, as if he stood a chance. In real life, Anna-Maria would have whispered "In your dreams buddy" but in her undercover role she simply smiled back and played him up.

"I like your outfits ladies" the cabby remarked in a thick local working class accent. Anna-Maria knew what he was really telling them was more like - you look like hos and I'd love a piece of your asses. It was this sort of double speak that often messed up Anna-Maria so she relied on Francessca as the brains of their partnership. She liked to think of herself more as the charmer, someone who could get what she wants by asking and taking advantage of the vanity and stupidity of men.

"Oh gosh ... you like this ... oh thanks" Anna-Maria replied in a dumb bimbo like voice.

"We're going to The Pit.... Have you heard of it?" Anna-Maria followed up trying to get the taxi driver to get his eyes back on the road as he zoomed off down the road.

"Oh ya... great club... you ladies must be dancers... I bet... I bet you're very talented" the taxi cab driver grinned as he seemed to look backwards trying to get a better look down both of the women's tops.

Anna-Maria knew what the cabby was telling them. He was chatted them up, hoping to score a freebie or trying to get them to set up a trick later on. He was pouring on the bullshit hoping to set up a trick with a pair of strippers whom he figured probably hooked on the side.

"Oh... ahhh... thanks.... Ya... I love dancing... " Anna-Maria replied in her same bimbo voice. She was anxious for the taxi cab ride to end and to get rid of this loser. But she knew she had to play her role perfectly, since this low life taxi cab driver could be on someone's take and if either of them fucked up both of them could end up floating upside down in the river.

It wasn't a long ride, and Anna-Maria had the $12 in hand when he pulled up to the curb. The club itself had a dozen outside red flood lights that painted a hellish red hue across the front of the building. There was lots of black iron around the place, the windows had gratings, and there gates leading into the front door. It was very stylish but probably turned the club into a fort at a moments notice.

Looking out the window, Anna-Maria saw two big southern Italian guys working the front door. Each of them was about 5'10" and looked about 250 lbs, with their dark hair, olive skin and that certain cool look. They were dressed in stylish black leather jackets and wore expensive looking gold necklaces and watches.

"We're here honey" Anna-Maria announced the obvious to Francessca.

"Here's your $12 and a $3 tip" Anna-Maria grinned as she handed the fat balding taxi cab driver their fare.

She couldn't resist as she winked at him, and whispered softly:

"Maybe sometime... well you know ... the two of us.... I bet you're a lot of fun...." Anna-Maria hustled the taxi cab driver.

"Yeah maybe baby... I'll see you girls around" the taxi cab grinned from ear to ear as he darted off away from the club leaving the two women standing in front of the club.

The two undercover vice officers, heard the two door men whistling and calling them over.

"Hey girls... you'relate... you better get your sweet asses inside... the try outs are already starting...." one of the men called out in a directing fashion.

Anna-Maria was ready as she sauntered towards the door in the sexy red dress. Unknown to the men she was ready to dance up a storm and her sexy lacy white lingerie and white fishnet stockings would be attracting a whole lot of attention shortly.....

"Oh you boys are so nice.... What door are we supposed to go in?" Anna-Maria asked in her bimbo voice as the men smiled and checked out both of the undercover officers who looked like common strippers.

Francessca

Anna was really getting into this bimbo thing. I almost laughed when she said

"Oh you boys are so nice.... What door are we supposed to go in?"

There had been a few close calls when Anna had gotten a little too into role. But at the same time, very few questions were asked when people thought we were ditzes.

" Ahh it be this one little lady..da main one"

The big goon opened the door for the two ladies and they both went in, their high heels clacking empty throughout the dimly lit bar.

The inside was massive. A large bar took up the length of one half of it alone. There was huge runway down the center of the bar, mounted with poles throughout. Obviously the "strip track". There were also a number of smaller stages , throughout, a few go-go cages too.

There was also a second floor, mainly private booths from the looks of things. And of course a greated mirrored section of one side. That , according to our info was where Talone had his offices.

A HUGE black man stood behind the bar cleaning mugs. His head was shaved and his arms were ripped and muscular, threatening to burst through his white shirt. That must have been Marcus.. Talones number one bodyguard..and apparently bartender.

Sitting in front of Marcus at the bar, sipping at a glass of something was a younger man. Mid to late 20's. Styled short black greased hair. A very expensive well cut Armani suit. He wasnt as cheeseball as the others, but you could tell he was " Il Familia" all the way. This had to be Raphael Vennucia, aka " the Angel". The smooth talking up and coming psycho in the Gambione family. His presence explained the goons outside.

We stood around for a second , taking in the place. Standing close to each other. What a pair we must have been to see. When the tryout started we were going to give one heck of a show, having tried out and practised our routine at "home" for a while.

My mind flashed back on the sessions. It made py pulse pound. Untill I had partnered up with Anna I never thought of women in a physical sense, but there are times where we had to play "intimate", nothing sexual, but enough to make others think we were. And each and every time it turned me on. It was begining to enter my thoughts what I would like to do with my busty partner, but I couldnt ever let it be known.

Could I?

" You two the new girls? Marcus called out to us

" Uh, yeah honey..we're here for the try outs..if you'll have us" I smiled

" Just a second" he said. Marcus leaned over the bar and whispered something in Raphaels ear.

Raphael nodded and downed his drink. He walked towards us and past us. With a sly smirk he nodded to us.

" Excuse me ladies" he smiled and walked by

My my, he was a handsome devil.

Anna-Maria took a deep breath as the big man at the door told them:

" Ahh it be this one little lady..da main one"

The big man even opened the door for them, and Ann-Maria flashed a smile at him as she thank him.

"Such a gentleman" Anna-Maria announced to Francessca in her bimbo like voice as she flipped a strand of her luscious long red hair back in place. It was just enough of a flirt ti tease the big man that he had a chance with her. Sometimes knowing the doorman could be a help to a stripper.

Anna-Maria walked across the hard tile floor as they made their way to the carpeted main bar area. The place was dimly lit, giving the lack of natural light, and the over dependence on soft dance lights. The place seemed pretty empty - but it was obviously no where near show time.

"Nice stages huh" Anna-Maria spoke to Francessca. It looked tacky as hell to Anna-Maria with the huge bar down one side and the big run way down the center. The dancing poles has a certain gleam to them but Anna-Maria knew they were crude props that the girls used to exhibit themselves like bitches in heat.

"Nice cages too!" Anna-Maria grinned sarcastically.
"I bet the customers get a real good show. The tips are probably great too. They must get a great clientèle."

Anna-Maria was speaking softly as if in awe of the place. She wasn't sure if the place was bugged or not, or how far their voices might carry. Every club owner had pride in their own place and she was hoping to stroke the ego of the men running the place.

Well.... well.... well.. We're deep in the lion's den... like a couple of virgin lambs...... Anna-Maria thought secretly as she smiled and kept walking. She took small steps in her tight little red designer dress.

Looking up Anna-Maria took in the second floor and realize the club was a whole lot bigger on the inside that it had looked from the outside. She tried to assess what the men were using the upstairs for and figured it would be a collection of private booths, maybe a few private party rooms and probably some office.

I bet there are card rooms up there too.... The mirrored wall... Yeah that's where the police briefing suggested Talone kept his main office. Probably has some hookers upstairs to entertain... Probably pressures the strippers to put out for his VIPs and clients. The fucking low life! Anna-Maria mentally assessed the operation.

Where is the basement? We've got to get down there... Is that where the illegal porn rapes are going on? Where are they getting the girls? How do we infiltrate? How do we get the girls testimony and then bust the place wide open? Each action was a small step.... First they needed jobs.... Go slow... Breath deep girl.... Act dumb... Make them feel smart and in control Anna-Maria spoke mentally to herself.

There was a wave of panic inside her that she was fighting to control. This was a dangerous place and she had to play her role very carefully. Today she didn't have a badge or a gun. That would be too risky and stupid so early in the ruse. Given they'd be dancing they didn't even have any wires on them.

"Hi big boy!" Anna-Maria smiled at the hulky black man behind the bar. She made to give him the eye and to shamelessly flirt with him. It was all an act. The real Anna-Maria was very quiet, shy and reserved. Anna-Maria knew the muscular black man was more than a bartender and his massive arms would resolve a lot of problems. He was an intimidating mass of a man. No doubt there was probably a shotgun or something under the bar as well - just as a little extra protection if something went down unexpected from a rival family.

A second man was sitting at the bar and relaxing, was a grease ball Italian, younger, short black hair, expensively dressed. It was near this man and the big black bartender we stopped to find out where we were supposed to be going. Anna-Maria was nervous.

Anna-Maria felt butterflies in her stomach. They were real and she was nervous for a number of reasons. First, they were in this viper's den. Second, she had never gone on such a risky undercover mission. Third, she was half dressed and going to strutting herself around like a slut in a few minutes. Fourth, every man working the place was probably figuring out how to bang either herself or Francessca or both.
while.

" You two the new girls? Marcus called out to us

" Uh, yeah honey..we're here for the try outs..if you'll have us" Francessca had replied with a smile.

" Just a second" he said. Marcus leaned over the bar and whispered something in Raphael's ear. Raphael nodded and polished off before walked closer and then past us. He had his own certain charm and attitude as he smiled and stated:

" Excuse me ladies."

"Well... Do we need to fill in any forms?" Anna-Maria asked lamely as she shifted her weight from side to side. It had the effect of jiggling her cleavage back and forth.

"Where do you want us to perform? Do we perform alone first or together? If you like us... What do we get paid and how often?" Anna-Maria added in her bimbo voice. She flashed a big grin to the black man and very slowly licked her lips as if she wanted him.

Be a cocktease.... Remember.... strippers are cockteases.... tease but try to avoid putting out....

The Bad Guys

Marcus
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This little red headed gal was giving me some serious wood here bhind the bar. In my minds eye I could already see her upstairs in one of the playrooms on her back and my dick between those incredible tits.

" Naw, forms arent nessecary, if ya get the gig, then comes the paperwork"

I also eyed the equally stacked brunette beside her. How the hell was I suppose to chose between these two. And shiite.. Talone was probably gonna want first dibs with either of them.

" As for pay, depends on your act, if you two are a duo you get a higherrate then ya would a single, or if you got any specialty acts"

I leaned onto the bar, throwing a smile myself.

" You girls bring any music or is whatever 's playing good..we can start the audition right now if you like"

Marcus
6' 4" 235 solid pounds of muscle, shaved head, 10 inch endowment, ripped muscles, and a numerous knife and bullet scars.. bartender and body guard to Nathan Talone

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Raphael
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If this was "making my bones" I just wanted to call the whole thing off.

Ever since I was little i wanted to be like the "businessmen" in the neighborhood. They got respect and gave respect. And now, here I am, 28 years old and working as a go between for my Uncle and this porn czar.

The last few weeks had been entertaining here, had to hand Talone that much. Always a party. And shit, he couldnt go 5 feet without pussy being thrown at him. And those two new girls coming to peel. Talk about tit city. My mouth was watering just thinking about it. Give the two girls a little Rapture and they were good to go.

Rapture. That was what it all came down to. The Gambiones had just lucked into a new narcotic.They had squeezed it out of some college kids who were using it for their own purposes. But now the "Familly" could give the drug its proper avenue.

Rapture was similar to extacy.. it created a strong euphoric feeling. But unlike XTC it didnt have any health risks. And it was a superform of X. Sensations were increased 20 fold and the libido was aroused to nearly disgusting degrees. With rapture in their pocket, the Gambiones could corner a new drug market.

But Raphael and Talone had different ideas. And theiur ideas were paying off.

Slipping rapture into a few drinks of the right women at the right time led them to their lucartive business. While the girls were high, we'd get them to sign the release forms and fuck the shit out of them and catch it all on film for resale.

Raphael half chuckled to himself. It was a new rule of the Pitt. No woman was allowed to leave the club unfucked.

I headed up to let Talone know we had company over

Raphael "The Angel"
28 yrs old, short black styled hair, about 5' 9" 160 lbs, slim athletic build, dresses very stylishly, dark eyes, 8 inches endowment
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Nathan Talone

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Glurp..slurp.. slurp..gag

Nathan relaxed in his grand leather chair behind his desk. The glow of half a dozen screens on a half dozen channels glowed from on TV wall. His hand stayed firmly on the back of the girls head who was kneeling between his legs.

He had picked her up at the Art Gallery, she sat alone sipping on a franchise coffee. She looked absolutely adorable in her school uniform. But he made sure to find out she was 18 before he went further. Nathan Talone was many things, but a pedophile was not one of them.

They had chit chatted friendly enough , and when she went to use a pay phone he made his move by slipping the rapture into her drink.

And now for the last 3 hours he had fucked this little girl seven ways to sunday and she was still high and wanting more.

*Knock,knock*

" Come in.."

Ah Raphael, the young turk. Vicious, brilliant, charming. Much like himself at that age. Except there was something about this boy he wasnt sure of...

Raphael stopped for a second" Uhh..sorry..didnt know you were busy"

" Nonsense, come in my boy, what brings you up"

Raphela stepped more comfortably into the room. He wasnt shocked by seeing this. Heck, just the last week the two of them had spent the night doubleteaming a bachleorette on her staggette night..not letting her know that her fiance was watching the entire experience bound to a chair through closed circuit TV. Nathan was told all he did was sob the entire night as the bride to be begged them for more.

" The new girls are here..thought you might want to check them out"

" Oh , let marcus handle that for now..he'll ring me up if they're decent dancers"

Nathan looked down on the fellating girl. Then looked at Raphael.

" Shes got a spare hole"

Raphael smiled, and began unzipping his pants

" Never thought to ask", he got down behind the girl and stroked his cock to firmness before pushing it into her.

Nathon Talone
mind 40's, red hair, trim beard, about 6 feet, 190 lbs or so, educated, well dressed, totally ruthless and vindictive, 8 inches as well

Anna-Maria just listened in awe as the big muscular black man answered her questions:

" Naw, forms arent necessary, if ya get the gig, then comes the paperwork"

" As for pay, depends on your act, if you two are a duo you get a higher rate then ya would a single, or if you got any specialty acts"

"Well okay... Mr. Muscles.... We do both...... We want to make big money..... Everyone needs money right....." Anna-Maria replied with her own big grin. She wanted to send him the message that they were desperate and willing to do things to make some easy cash. In her mind, she doubted the men at the club had the clout or the contacts to get them in close contact with the rape porn operators or their little doves. But everything they said would probably be repeated and just maybe someone would make contact to inquire in their interest or decide to try to force them into it. Either way they'd be one step closer to nailing these assholes.

The big black man had his own certain charm that Anna-Maria felt enticing. He seemed laid back and mellow. It just wasn't what Anna-Maria was expecting. Heck the man was likable!

He spoke in an almost coach like manner with a big smile as he told them:

" You girls bring any music or is whatever 's playing good..we can start the audition right now if you like."

Anna-Maria hesitated for the briefest of seconds and then spoke up:

"Well honey (Francessca)... Do you to go first or me? Or do we want to do our duo routine and make Mr. Muscles so hot and horny he'll spill his dump truck size load into those tights pants of his?"

Anna-Maria smiled and winked at the big black bar tender. She was trying to be vulgar and to be the world's biggest cock tease. It was all an act but deep down Anna-Maria was terrified but having fun too. She wondered if this was the fear and high that Broadway performers felt before their opening show.

I can do it... I can do it.... I can do anything... How hard can it be... Dumb men... shake my ass.... jiggle my breasts.... pretend I'm being fucked.... turn them on... and then as the song ends.... stand up, close my legs and keep smiling! Anna-Maria mentally prepared herself in case Francessca decided to go second.

Francessca wasn't jumping up to go first .... so Anna-Maria began to pull at her sexy red designer dress....

Shit... it's stuck...! Anna-Maria realized and with a desperate yank, there was a tearing sound and the sexy slinky red dress was ripped open revealing the sexy little lingerie outfit....

The men got an awful as Anna-Maria pulled away the red fabric revealing herself. Although the men could see the white fishnet stockings, when she had walked in, they had no idea of the frilly lacy tiny little half cup bra, which pushed up and together her big beautiful breasts. Her nipples were big, hard, and all so visible. The stress of the moment, the fear, the muscular black man and the excitement of the moment had her body on fire. The little frilly lacy matching white g-string couldn't hide her thick red bush of pubic hair, and as Anna-Maria turned round on the spot in a 360, the tiniest of string disappeared in the sweet crack of her beautiul inverted heart shaped bum.

Anna-Maria dropped the ripped red dress on the floor. She could see the men were looking longingly at her.

"We'll boys... do you like Cherry so far?" Anna-Maria teased them with a seductive grin.

"Anything popping up boys...?" Anna-Maria teased as she checked out the growing bulges in their pants.

Anna-Maria took the momentum to jiggle her breasts more fully as she shook her upper body and then curved her shoulders to make her big breasts look even bigger and more delicious!

Anna-Maria had just finished her twirl and sure enough her partner Francessca wasn't saying a fucking word!

Oh my God! She's panicking! She's not playing along.... She's frightened with fear Anna-Maria started to draw conclusions.

I'm supposed to play the bimbo! She's always the smart one.... What is she doing? ... She could get us killed Anna-Maria thought secretly as she smiled at the men whom she'd been cock teasing.

"I guess my friend had a little too much nose candy" Anna-Maria made a joke and watched the men laugh off the lack of response from Francessca.

"Me... I've do that shit... I just don't want to destroy the one brain cell I got" Anna-Maria made a self depreciating joke about herself. It was all part of her bimbo routine and she was trying to cover up the freaky lack of response from her partner.

"Well... this Cherry is going dance-dance-dance.... then I'm having a Jack Daniel's on the rocks!" Anna-Maria declared with a seductive grin as she walked towards the nearby stage with its protruding dance poll.

Oh shit.... Look what I've gotten myself into.... I should have been a nurse.... Why did I ever want to go undercover? Anna-Maria have a flashed of brilliance as she climbed up onto the stage with a wiggle of her ass to amuse the onlookers.

There she stood in complete silence for several seconds, in a little frilly lacy white g-string with hints of her hairy red pubic bush exposed through the lacy fabric and edges. The white semi-cup lacy bra pushed her breasts up and together making her big breasts seems larger. The big hard nipples were a dead give away that she was horny and more than ready to display herself for the men and her partner.

The music started.... It was a slow rhythm... She recognized the tune... Stairway to Heaven....

Shit a long song!