Please excuse my poor English!
Patricia continued...............................
It was a real pleasure to be with her. Not complicated, crunching life without worrying too much about tomorrow, I spent some very pleasant times with her.
Of course, I used to go to see her dance at her workplace quite regularly. And it was the first time I saw men, young or old, giving my girlfriend such looks. As a young rooster and quite jealous, a bit possessive, these looks made me hurt and tightened my heart but, at the same time, deep down, I got a real satisfaction from it. The look in the eyes of the older customers was very moving.
This was even more true on the evening I went there with some colleagues from work. A memorable evening. Given Patricia's plastic, I earned the flattering respect of my friends. And what can I say, when, at the end of the evening, in a dark corner but not sheltered from certain glances, I stuck her against the wall, kissed her fiercely and slipped my fingers into her stage thong, to make her cum, holding her cries of happiness in the hollow of my shoulder. Great moment and excellent memory, for her and for me. Especially as returning with my colleagues, I could continue my exploration only the next evening, day off.
And then Pat found a contract more in line with her training and quickly left the city. A few days later, in another neighborhood, I discovered the "beloved" (Bien Aimé) hostess bar. And I was about to make an encounter that changed my life.