Then she dragged her eyes down Noreen's rib cage. Took in the tautness of her tush.

The ripeness of her cunny.

"But, Noreen, dance is a whole different circuit. You would have to start at the bottom. Work your way up."

"Well, most girls of my advanced age haven't even really started seriously on their careers. Maybe some models or actresses-but certainly not lawyers or businesswomen."

"Everyone's got it tough. If you tried to get a gig as a receptionist or secretary, you'd have a fuck of a lot of competition."

"Probably so."

"I mean it, Noreen. There are dudesses and dollies out there right this motherfucking second who are willing to give blowjobs-suck dick right there in the office!"

Noreen made a gagging look.

Jacquette blew smoke and ranted on. "Those bitches-I know some. Jerk-off and buttfuck for any old fat cocksucker they can in order to get those jobs." Snapped her fingers. "Fuck and suck right off the bat, baby."

Noreen grinned.

Flushed.

"I know you're right, Jacquette. But that doesn't make me feel any better."

"Well, Noreen," Jacquette came close to her. Draped her arm about Noreen's shoulder. "You don't have to think they have an advantage just because they are willing to act like whores."

"I know-guys are like that."

Noreen felt a trill through the center of her body as Jacquette rubbed her tense neck.

"And also, Noreen. You shouldn't feel self-righteous just because you're cherry."

"You know I'm not a virgin only because I want to be. I don't believe in that shit either."

"Well, perhaps your standards are too high. I mean, the first guy you ball doesn't have to be Sir Galahad saving you from the dragon of your wasted unsated sexuality or a multimillionaire stockbroker who desires you and only you so much he would break and enter your chastity."

"Standards? High? It's only that the time, place, and guy have never been quite right."