In their room she walked into his arms and kissed her. His hand went to her zipper and pulled it down. She took a step back and smiled at him."Would y...u like to unwrap the package?"He pulled her dress off of her shoulders and, with a shrug, she caused it to fall to the floor at her feet. He unhooked her lacy bra and it fell to the floor with the dress. She reached for him and took his coat off and then started to unbutton his shirt Her hands trembled as she unhooked his belt, unbuttoned his. It was a standoff. The two women remained silent, Sylvia looking down at the table, Laura watching, expressionless."She's not a whore," I repeated, wanting to stir some response from Sylvia. She looked at me, languorously, her eyes glazed and her lips quivering."I know she isn't." Sylvia looked adoringly at Laura as if she wanted to believe her own instincts and me."Those things I told you about my job," Laura continued. "When I told you I traveled, that was true. I traveled to be with clients. Feeling a dull ache shoot through my clit, I decided to go for it. Spreading my legs slightly, I slyly exposed my wet slit. Looking over, I could see something rising against the front of his towel and I knew I was in for it. Moving the ashtray out of the way, Sam motioned to me “Slide over here and I’ll rub your shoulders for you” Thinking I’d rather he rubbed something else, I replied “That would be great”. Turning around and I scooted over, moving my back in front of him. He put his hands on. “Thanks, pal.” I stuck out my hand for Civia to shake it, but she gave a wishy-washy return. I thought about it, then decided to go for it. “It’s nice to meet you, Civia. I know that this will sound weird, but my first bit of advice for you concerns your handshake.”She looked at me, her eyebrows raised, her expression guarded.“We hear that your coach thinks that you’re good at this game and your dad told us that you wanted to try out for this team next year. If you’re good and you wind up.