They sat there in their ragged clothes, unshaven and stinking of filth and I fell to the asphalt, sprawled helpless and waiting.While they fucked me o...e after the other and then again, two and three times each, I made up my mind to apply again. I wasn't a journalist, not anymore.(Janelle Simpson is a graduate of the Columbia School of Journalism and a brand new escort working in the VBE Public Relations Department. She's available for incall or outcall to men and couples in the Greater Chicago. Nobody has to get naked, ever," I explained. "Well that is good to hear," he said, "but the staff will still be exposed to it. Many may be uncomfortable with that." "What if I take a poll?" I asked. Polls are a good starting point, but unless you have an option for those who don't want to be exposed to it, then you had better have 100% in agreement. Then, if you do pass it, there had better be some rules to protect those who are not part of it. "And what about a trial period," I asked. "Trial. Women weren't meant to say much anyway, and Wong would deal with communicating with servants staff and slaves. It was interesting for Zithrusa to have the boot on the other foot, and have to learn John and Wong's subtle signals of desired behavior. She learned to simper, to tap with her fan lightly instead of slugging John's arm hard when he made an embarrassing joke, to keep her eyes down except for flirtatious glances.John had Zithrusa play for Wong her erghil, and they both sat entranced. The following week I walked slowly past Mary Hall on the way to and from class hoping I’d run into Nico, even walking out of my way whenever I had time. I had her panties which I had found balled up under the edge of my bed and I carried them with me like I was the prince in a perverted version of Cinderella. Not once did I get a glimpse of her. I slept with the shirt I had worn that night. I hadn’t washed it and I could still smell her on it.After two weeks I had almost given up seeing her.