Even the staff looked like our staff from the other floor. Designer jeans and low-cut button down tops showing off the cleavage and belly buttons for ...he waitresses. Loose-fitting dress pants and nice tailored shirts for the bartenders and waiters. We werent discriminatory in our hiring. However, that is where looks were deceiving. The waiters and waitresses were prostitutes. The bartenders were schedulers of the girls. Some of the patrons at the table were actually escorts that worked for us.. They had been friends for years, and had sex occasionally. To them it was nothing special. It was just two friends enjoying the best of each other.But she had always enjoyed the aspect that sex was a shared thing, and she guessed that if he tied her up, and then had sex, she would have no control over anything he did.And Andy seemed to have a lot of rope. Much more than he would need to tie her hands together, and then to the headboard. Whatever he planned, it was not going to be as easy as she. He let go of my tits as a baby would if changing nipples and gave me a questioning look. I didn't say anything, but I got up off the bed, untied my skirt, and pushed it down my legs. I did this slowly, as if I were trying to tease my audience. I turned to the side, imagining how a picture of such would look. I slowly and very carefully pushed my skirt down, sticking my ass out as the fabric slid over my full, round ass cheeks. I bent over so that I pushed my skirt all the way down to my ankles. She tapped on it anyway. “Are you decent, Professor Park?” she said. “To a fault, Ms. Vane.” I’m not going to touch that one, she thought. He sat back in his chair — a beckoning gesture — so she dropped casually into the chair across from him, slouched. “What brings you here on a Saturday?” he asked. “Freshmen,” she said. “The insatiable needs of freshmen.” “Surely you’re equal to that.” “We’ll never know, will we?” she said. “I can only look. Not allowed to touch.” “Perhaps you can.