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"I don't think they hire too many dogs at that theatre."

"You've never stopped down there?" He lifted his eyes from her breasts to meet her gaze.

"A couple of times, but that was before I scored big time in meeting you." Becky smiled, her fingers sliding up his thigh to wrap themselves around his flacid organ.

"You do say the nicest things." He felt his cock respond to the gentle pressure.

"So did you make plans for us to meet?" He groaned, his eyes following the fingers slowly stroking him.

"Next Monday. She doesn't work that night." Becky leaned over and kissed Rick on the lips, a slow, deep kiss that announced her willingness to re-engage. They did.

She picked them out immediately, leaning against the rail overlooking the shops below and peering down toward the crowd milling about. They'd decided to meet at Pier 39 for a drink. It seemed a safe way to Casey to check out her potential lovers without putting herself at risk should they prove to be other than advertised.

Becky was wearing form fitting jeans and a tight tank top. Her round bottom was made for jeans, Casey mused as she walked toward them. Her husband, whose name was Rich, if she remembered correctly, looked equally good in jeans. At just that moment, Becky peered over her shoulder and caught Casey's eye. The older woman nudged her husband with her elbow and then slowly turned, offering Casey a delightful view of gorgeous breasts that longed to be touched. Then Rich had turned, a stud if Casey had even seen one before, tanned and handsome in a rugged way. She felt their eyes surveying her body, a phenomenon with which she had lots of experience, though usually she wasn't wearing any clothes and the audience was almost always men. It stirred her juices to have a woman checking out her body, a woman who might some evening be licking her pussy. Becky stepped from the rail and extended her hand.

"You must be Casey." Their fingers touched and slid together in a delicate hand shake.

"And you must be Becky." Becky stepped to her side, the fingers giving up her hand suddenly sliding around her waist and the older woman turned to introduce her to Rich. Casey did not miss the firm breast touching the side of her bosom as she took Rich's hand.

"You'll pardon me for saying this is a pleasure I won't soon forget. You're a beautiful young woman." Casey smiled at his courtliness.

"If I read your ad correctly, its probably safe to say the pleasure will be mutual." Becky's hand drew her body closer as she spoke.

"No doubt, our intentions are clear. I'm glad you understand them so well." Casey lifted her arm and extended her hand around Becky's waist, returning her casual embrace.

"I'm suddenly feeling we should have met in a place more private." Her eyes moved down the length of Rich's body, pausing at the bulge protruding from the front of his loins.

"We don't live too far from here, if you'd care to stop by." Becky's thigh was warm against hers and that breast touching her own couldn't be ignored.

"Let's be on our way then. We can make more thorough introductions there."

"That's a wonderful idea my dear."

There home in the Presidio announced they had money, big money. Casey thought this new arrangement might have some benefits she hadn't expected. A number of men visiting the theatre had offered arrangements that would have made work unnecessary but they'd always lacked an essential ingredient. None of those men were offering to make it a threesome with another beautiful woman joining them in bed. She wondered whether Becky and Rich might fancy such an arrangement. She was ready for a slightly more sedate life than what working in the sex trade offered.
Rich returned with three glasses of champagne.