"Thank you for understanding my position," Thomas said. He had had his doubts about this man, looking at him, but Barry seemed a decent guy despite his appearence. His man jewelry was a bit much but..
The medallion drew him in (along with his wife)...
Yes, Barry was nice, and in the reflection Thomas saw, he was her favorite customer. Wait? Her? Yes, Her. The big titted Tommi was happy to serve drinks at Devils' Tails. She was warm, friendly, a people person. Besides, the dancers got their audiance so worked up there was never a shortage of guys ready to invite her to their place when her shift was over. Oh yes, Tommi got it regular and often. But Barry, Barry was special. He always tipped well, and almost never complained. That's why, if she didn't have another table waiting, she never failed to slip under his table and give him a long sexy blowjob.
Lieutenent Thomas Ryder couldn't believe the impossible image. Yet why was it turning him on?
Naja had been quiet while her husband spoke, as she was raised. Of course, it was on her behalf that he came forward to have them removed from this awful place. What she most feared was that this situation went far beyond this apartment complex. She had always thought the tales of America's decadence had been exagerated, but having seen this place, now she wondered. Her family had been worried that coming to America would erode her values.
Little did she know, they were, in their way, right, though they never could have expected this transformation.
In the medallion, she saw a woman, a shameless woman, and to her confusion and disgust that woman was her! This version of her danced like a wanton whore, disgracing her heritage by mocking it on the stage, veils meant to entice rather than obscure being torn away to be replaced by American twenty dollar bills or more, until all she was wearing was some sick harem outfit like out of a hollywood fantasy. Little bells jingled at her ankles though they were usually drowned out by the music in the background.
This version of her had a bold wicked gaze, and stroked her firm round breasts around a steel pole and then shimmying to the left and right making them bounce side to side. And yet this still was only part of it. When the performence ended, she saw this woman, this other her, go into the back office of her boss, an olderman, and he fucked her! Yes, fucked, that was the Western word. Naja had never before realized how it fit so well. Further, this slut mirror self of her didn't care about the disgrace she might be bring her family. She enjoyed the fucking, teasing so many men had built up in her a need, and when she wasn't having the boss, no doubt she'd spread for that handsome bouncer.
Naja's nostrils were flaring without her realizing it, as she felt a growing passion.
"So you guys want out ASAP," Barry said, "I assume that means...how long?"
"Ah," The officer said, trying to focus, "A week, maybe two tops.We'd like to find a new place first though I may look into base housing."
"Gotcha," Barry said, opening the door and letting them out. The two moved on, Naja unaware she had lost her headscarf and was swaying her hips a bit, and Thomas seeming a bit shorter.
No sooner had Barry opened the door than let him out, when someone else was there, apparently wanting to talk to him.
Barry cast his eyes heavenward, then took a deep breath, and said, "Yes?"
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