“Yeah...” agrees Dominique uncertainly.

Dominique pulled a twenty from her g-string. “... but are you sure? This is really easy money...”

Martini nodded. “It is, isn’t it?” She giggled a bit vacuously. She had stepped onto the stage naked but clutched a couple of hundreds thrown from the enthusiastic crowd. “And it was so much fun. Did you see the crowd? They loved us! I was kinda turned on... weird. But so cool!” She grabbed a bath robe and put it on, the satin clinging to her provocative curves in a most alluring way. She absently tied it. “Maybe we should stay like this...”

Jude found herself nodding. What they were saying made sense. At first she’d had reservations about stripping but now, after the fact, she found her inhibitions retreating. She looked at Dominique and felt a pang of concern. That was her son. But on the stage the girl had been in her element. So happy. “Maybe for a bit...” she looked across at Martini. Her former husband was grinning vapidly. Certainly Jude preferred him this way. An utter bimbo. She reached out and pulled her close, kissing Martini, their large breasts pressing together.

“God. Get a room,” Dominique muttered as she turned and headed to a change room.