Janine was a stripper for four years till she fell one night from her perch into the Sousaphone and almost killed the person playing it. Then her day in the limelight was over, and now she waits on tables at the Clubhouse Bar.
A sexy black woman in her time she was well endowed with big breasts and slim hips, long shapely legs and a walk which drove men crazy. It was late and she looked forward to going home and slip into a steaming tub of water burried in bubbles. Tonight she had her gift from Jon and looked ever so much to feel what he said it promised.
As the last of her clothes flopped on the bed she teated the water and sighed. Perfect it felt she turned and poured the perfume bottle given to her as the gift and mixed thru the waters with her hands.
A sigh of relaxing warmth as the bubbles and water flowed about her aching muscles. The water for some reason tonight seemed more relaxing than normal as Janine slipped into a deep restful sleep.
In her bathroom she moaned as her dreams of younger years came to mind. Memories of managers and their long cocks wanting what the customers could never touch. The long nights and longer cocks made her quest for stardom a living Hell one night after another.
She dreamed of her getting even with those men who took her for what she had and then threw her out as if just garbage.
As she stirred in the tub her head slipped beneath the warm surface of the water. Sputtering and spitting water she rouse from the bubbled waves like Moby Dick.
Grabbing a towel she climbed from her bath and began to dry those very perfect parts. It was then the thought of the gifted perfume should and did make it's mark on her life and body.