He sipped his drink and, half turning, was conscious of a woman on a bar-stool nearby. He recognized her at once. It was one of the “club” girls, Christine Steel. As usual she had on a very low cut gown which displayed her high-rounded bubs well, and also her tight black skirt was pulled up high on crossed thighs. Some long time ago he'd taken her back to the flat he'd had at the time and fucked her. He had been rather tight that evening and couldn't remember a lot about it.

She had remembered it better than he had it seemed, for she was always throwing out hints that he should repeat the performance. “With no strings attached,” as she put it. Meaning she would expect nothing in cash or kind, as she might from some others in the Club.

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