The good news is that she definitely wouldn't be in any position to call Lone Star by the time Raven and Shimmer got to the writer's lounge. It didn't even take much effort to sneak up on her and her company once the ladies figured out what they were doing.<br/><br/>Katherina Adler was a female dwarf with more of a rock-a-billy sense of style going by her info. Her ID apparently hid her tattoo work, though the piercings and Bettie-Page style haircut was no real surprise. Her clothing was a pseudo-1950's chic like she was trying to dress like she was cast in a community production of a teen greaser film if not one with a decent budget. Or at least that's what it looked like, her clothes were crumbled on the floor.<br/><br/>It looked like they immediately went into the lounge and went at it, the female dwarf riding reverse cowgirl on the cock of the man on the writer's couch.<br/><br/>Anders Klimaxxx was probably a bit shorter then his posters made him out to be, but was every inch in the flesh what one would expect. Only brief glimpses of his face were ever visible from Katherina's bouncing body but it was definitely him. The length and girth of his cock were big enough that Katherina's pussy was hiding at least the end but that seemed to be just fine with her. Neither Anders nor Katherina were really paying attention to anything else around them.<br/><br/>"<strong>Ah, fuck - Ah, fuck. Yes.</strong>" the drawf says in French over and over again in a pattern. Anders smiled and said nothing, grabbing her hips and making her bounce faster.<br/><br/>Neither woman watching can say it's entirely without warning from their own experiences, but the way she moves her head side to side then up and down says there's a big orgasm coming. When it crashes over her, she looks forward with a blank look in her eye as she lets out one last orgasmic shrill groan - then actually passes out from the orgasm's sheer power and slumps back onto Anders once more, hiding the runners from detection a little longer.