Joe Hannon had never seen anyone like her. Business had taken Joe to New York and Chicago, to Atlanta and New Orleans. He’d been to the cabaret in Munich. He’d even been to the place Carol Doda had made famous years ago in San Francisco’s North Beach and a few of the lap dancing spots
The girl with the long dark hair lost again. Slowly, tantalizingly, she pulled her t-shirt over her head, revealing that she was wearing nothing whatsoever underneath. Her small, firm breasts were the same golden color as the rest of her skin, with the aureolae a darker chocolate brown. All that she had left now was