Adult Blogger: PIMP 4 A DAY corner, four aluminum-and-pleather chairs were set around a wobbly, Formica-topped table. A handbag ¡V the latest offering from the Florence design house of Gucci ¡V sat atop one of the chairs, and a sweating vodka gimlet floated on a pool of condensation on the table. The table was otherwise unoccupied.
Off to the side of the bar were the bathrooms. Behind a door marked with the universal symbol for 'male' stood Donna Morgan. She observed her image in the small mirror above the wall-mounted sink; the manicured index finger of her right hand traced the outlines of her left nostril before delving between her shiny, crimson-glossed lips.
"Mmm," came the rumbling from deep in her slender throat as her silky tongue slithered around her delicate finger.
