He warms the half sized jelly cups in the small barely working microwave with the weird flashing light out back in the tiny little kitchen of the two story all-fantasies-catered-for Erotic Play Bar where I moonlight when I'm not pursuing my PhD in Microbiology or stripping for tips. “What are you going to do with those?” I ask again. The tall man with a startling good body for someone who has what appears to be a jelly fetish of some kind shakes his blond haired head and smiles broadly – all teeth present and perfectly white – when the loud bing of the microwave sounds off to indicate the start of whatever he has planned for me. With that big smile on his face, he extracts the sweet smelling objects, blowing on his fingers a little due to the heat of the plastic tray they are on, and takes a long hard whiff of the six variety flavored jellies, 20 cups in all warmed and ready for our play. “Let's go back to where the others are.” I follow him out. 15 inch heels that click-clack on the black tiled floor push me higher than him by a half a head.
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