" "Listen, Amy," he said, sitting down on the massage bed and crossing his legs, careful not to wrinkle his business suit. "Your massage parlor has ha... as much success as mine and I have three locations with six masseuses working at each. I don't know what you're doing but it's working." I sat down in the chair across from him, conscious of my naked body beneath my robe, what had happened so many times on the table he was sitting on, and what the secret of my success was: I'd been fucking my. I'm the only one here, and those assholes back on Earth don't give a fuck whether I talk to myself or not." A snigger slipped out – the first time on the planet. "Guess I'm finally the best conversationalist around."A barely heard scream in the distance made him tense up. He was almost certain it was the cat – or one of them, he thought grimly. "Come get me motherfucker. I'll shoot your ass full of arrows. See how you like that," he yelled out.Whether it was the cat or not, the sun was going. He took the book, sat back in his black leather chair, and began to read. As the minutes passed, he sat there, every so often turning a page, his eyes moving with ever-increasing animation over the words. Minutes passed: five, ten, fifteen, and still he sat reading attentively, appearing lost in each page, each paragraph, each word. Finally, after some twenty minutes, he put the notebook down open in front of him and leant forward, his elbows on the desk, looking her deeply in the eyes, almost. I walked back into his office and sat down. I could tell he was staring at my cleavage. He said,"well, im just not sure i can move on this." "I really would appreciate your business...", i replied. He got up and walked around the desk his hand outstretched and i knew the meeting was over. As he walked around his desk, i saw the long outline of his cock in his pants. He saw me looking and said he was sorry. With out thinking i said "no problem at all." He didnt know what to do and i just sat.