Dawn goes to Dickson for help

Dawn swayed her hips with the music as she moved towards the front of the stage. She needed to get off the stage, and thought Ronald Dickson might be able to help.

"Come on, blondie!" on of Dickson's goons called up to her. "Let's see them titties!" Dawn stood in front of the black men, hands still over her big breasts, smiling as she enjoyed the moment of power her sexuality exerted. Then she sank to her knees and blinked her blue eyes at them.

"Mr. Dickson, it's Dawn Sablone!" she whispered. "I need your help!"

"Oh yeah, I thought I recognized you," Dickson growled in reply, cocking an eyebrow in recognition. "I didn't know you were a stripper."

"I'm not a stripper," she replied. "I'd owe you big time if you could get me off the stage!" Dawn absent-mindedly put her hands down on the stage as she spoke, balancing herself as she leaned forward to make her whispers heard. When the audience roared its approval, she glanced down in embarrassment as she realized her natural "D"-cup breasts were exposed and hanging in front of Dickson's face.