It was impossible not to want him—<i>no</i>. It was<i>literally</i>impossible not to want him—after kissing him which was what made doing so dangerous in the first place. Georgie could have asked for her firstborn and had she had one, she’d have given it to him. Whatever he wanted,<i>whatever</i>he asked for, she wanted to give to him. The instant he hinted that she take off her nightie, Briar’s slender fingers were tugging on her strap to pull it off of her bony shoulder. She had barely an A cup, more nipple than breast, but they were perky and exquisitely shaped. And of course the colour was the same moon pale perfection as the rest of her skin.<br/><br/><i>“I also think you should make the calls from beneath the desk,” </i>Georgie suggested, to which Briar more than happily wanted to comply. His hands found her rear and when he gave them a slow massage, Aurora felt desire well between her legs, turning her thong into a sticky mess. She moaned delightfully, the image in the mirror’s reflection showing the beautiful topless princess writhing on a middle aged man’s lap (for no glamour could hide the truth).<br/><br/>“Yes, Georgie,” she panted, slipping down to the floor before turning her body to face him. She accepted the phone in one large hand and with the other, she deftly unbuckled the rest of his trousers. As she waited for the phone to ring, she pulled out the shaft she had had in her mouth countless times—more times than she could count—and seeing that it was already as hard as a rock, the princess proceeded to suck him off. She moaned in heated pleasure reveling in the taste that Georgie’s spell brought to life; she had never tasted meat so divine. She swirled her tongue around his tip before dragging her lips down his length, coating it in saliva. God bless him, he was exactly what she wanted—exactly what she<i>needed</i>. She needed him so badly.<br/><br/>On the laptop, the room that Georgie rested on was that of the gorgeous Rapunzel giving her regulars their own private dance. Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum might have made their money in a shady fashion, but they spent it in much the same way too. Most of it was on booze and what was left was to fondle and oooh over their favourite girl, Punzie. Little Rapunzel who knew how to play the innocent bimbo turned insatiable slut was exactly what the often mistaken for simpletons loved. Whether they believed her act was real or not was not the question; it was whether they paid and on any given night they were in, Rapunzel walked out of the<i>Puddin’ &amp; Pie</i>with a minimum of five hundred dollars just from the two of them.<br/><br/>They were seated on an overly gaudy couch upholstered with hot pink velvet and golden tasseled curtains behind them. There was a stage in front with a pole built into it and spinning on the pole was a blonde woman with hair so long, it was hard to see where it ended as it cascaded off the stage and onto the carpeted floor. Rapunzel was shaped like an anime character with enormous breasts, hips so wide she could birth triplets, but with a waist so small a man could wrap his hands around it and make his fingers touch. Her ass was magnificently round and bubbly joining with thighs that were thick and plump. Her feet were absolutely itty bitty as were her hands. She had large green eyes and pouty lips. She was doing the splits on the pole while spinning, the only clothing she had left on were a pair of purple heels and a blue ribbon around her neck. Her toes were pointed as she spun and it seemed like she could simply continue in this position forever. The twins were watching her breathlessly, knowing that they had paid for touching privileges, but not acting upon it yet. The night was young after all and currently they were just satisfied to watch her pussy spin past them... to pass them again... and again... and again.... Rapunzel, eventually lowered one foot to the floor, keeping the other high as she lined her body up with the pole. Holding onto the bottom of it, she now began to spin another way, her head now upside down with one ankle hooked onto the pole high above her. “Well, fellas,” Punzie purred. “Any...” she spun, “special...” another spin, “requests tonight?” They had paid for whore privileges, which meant anything went. Nothing was off the table.<br/><br/>As if they needed a push, Rapunzel ran her hand down one tit before giving it a slap. It bounced, tapping her jaw lightly. Punzie giggled. She then brought her hand higher, passing her navel to hover near her crotch<i>. “Mmmm,” </i>she purred, giving Dee a wink followed by an air kiss for Dum.<i>Come and get me, boys. </i>