I found my clothing mixed with Kerri's scattered in front of the sofa. I separated my stuff from hers and quickly got dressed. I fought a feeling of r...vulsion, as I had to touch Kerri's underwear to get to my shirt.0640. I need a ride to the base.I hated to do it but I had to wake somebody if I was going to make morning muster. Waking Kerri wasn't an option; I needed to avoid her like the plague until the day I die. Without any other options, I turned the knob on Jennifer's room and slipped my. 5"7, great DD breasts and curves in the right places. Her backside was round, and that was enough of a background for me to enjoy. Thing was, she'd come visit my studio from time to time pretending she was waiting for someone. After the second time I realized she was into me. I was ready to make a play on that. She'd work on the live shows so we only worked side-by-side once a week. I decided I'd try to lure her to my studio after a live show. Only I didn't have to work too hard to accomplish. Problem solving. Cassiopeia Franklin was the subject of my thoughts. Why did she want to learn how to be a whore? A sex worker? What secrets were hidden behind those gray eyes? I made a mental shopping list of supplies I’d need for my periods of instruction and then closed my eyes and slept. Cassiopeia was still asleep when I stumbled into the kitchen in search of coffee. The expensive coffee maker was on and the pot was full. I figured she’d made preparations sometime before going to bed and. "But this is insane! You're basically saying weare your slaves. Y-You can't do this! What makes you think you can dothis to people? It's inhumane."Ms. Daniels smiled gently, although it was predatory, her eyes flashed."The four of you were nothing. You are the lowest form of life in thiscity. You take jobs from those who are willing to work more hours andfor less pay- our hard working immigrants from south of the border,and, more importantly, you waste the precious time of studio executivesand.