Tony suspects the truth about his pole dancing cow gal

Tony realised that he was a pawn in someone else’s game and thankfully his leg had healed to the point where he could have the cast taken off and he could walk with a stick. He kept this detail secret from Melissa of course; it was obvious that she was taking him for a ride, literally and metaphorically, and not to be trusted. She was up to something with the mystery man that was for sure, it was clear that they were a real couple. It must be how they got their kicks, Tony concluded. He had racked his brains for enemies, any financial incentives, grudges and the like but nothing surfaced. They must simply have been playing out their fantasies and he was just a character in a bigger game. How many other ‘Tonys’ were there across London? How many men did Melissa pleasure to get her and the mystery man’s kicks?

It was time to find out more and do some planning of his own, Tony thought. The first thing he decided to do was to have a conversation with the lusty Marilyn. He knew that the lock son the apartments were Yale and he had read on the internet how these locks could be bumped, he simply had to find an old key and file off the grooves. As long as he didn’t bump it too hard and snap it off he should be able to get into her flat without her knowing and then he could have a look around. When she came home he could ask her politely just what the hell she was up to. It would give him away of course and that was the problem. No, for now he would just slip in, take a look see, and slip out. No harm done.

Checking the hidden camera on his net book once more Tony was happy to see that Melissa was still at the club though he had to watch her for a minute or two – she was getting dressed into her next outfit for her job as a pole dancer and it was hot. Melissa was dressed as a cow girl and the short leather skirt left little to the imagination, especially from this angle with her bag on the floor. Melissa sure had a great body he mused, shame really because he so lusted after her but he had seen the real sextastic women through his binoculars and on screen but never in the flesh – she had been good in bed but she had been holding back he now realised.

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