The Calm ...

Elizabeth smoked a cigarette, wearing only a negligee in the control room. She sipped at the harsh whiskey, once overwhelming on her palate, but now a necessity at Sugar's. There was the usual action in the private rooms at the club. The cash flowed, the strippers served, and the clients left happy but broke. All was as it should be.

Lamar came in, motioning for Elizabeth to get out of his chair. She did so, kneeling for him. This was also a ritual for them. Elizabeth knew that Lamar, even married was not the loyal type. She sniffed his crotch, her nostrils keen on detecting who he'd been fucking that night. Her lips quirked downward -- Valentina again, a local Mexican woman who occasionally helped to bartend. She'd learn to discern the different perfumes the girls preferred.

She unzipped Lamar's pants, pulling out his long, fat cock, impressive even flaccid. She wrapped her thick lips around the tip of his cock, then bobbed downward with a long stroke, inhaling him to the root. He growled, wrapping his hands in her dark mane as she cleaned Valentina's pussy juice off him. After he was fully erect, she held his beautiful prick in her hand while she cleaned his heavy, swollen balls, his thighs and ass of Valentina's copious cream. And finally, he blessed her with his own salty reward. All was as it should be.