Brea had a dream again that night.  It was imensly erotic, several of the best clients she'd ever had servicing her.... HER!  She wasn't forced to kneel and pleasure them, but no.  It was they who begged and pleased, it was they who wanted nothing more than to serve and service her.  Fingers, tongues, hard cocks, all dedicated to satisfying her in any and every way possible<br/><br/>A voice in her dream spoke just as she began to wake up as well... "It could be yours... you could have the power..."<br/><br/>She awoke with a start, feeling like there was someone in the room.  But a quick survey told her there wasnt.  The coins were still beneath her pillow, her clothing hadn't moved from where she'd shucked them.  The only thing was the puddle of damp between her legs on her bedsheets.  Her pussy was soaking wet with arousal.  She was painfully horny.  It had been some dream.  She knew she had about two hours before Kald would expect her down serving drinks, the question was what she wanted to do with a little bit of free time.