As the day came by, myself and my partners sat there as hundreds of girls arrived to try out for the parts. We sat, with a small like runway which was...about at our eye level that girls would walk out onto with there sexy feet, hoping to be hired. I was the luckiest man alive that day as it started. I couldn’t help feeling sad for myself, using my profession to help my sexual urges.Girl after girl came out to stand in front of us. Some gorgeously barefoot, I watched as there soft soles and. I passed as usual and just fit in.There were procedures to improve and budgets to tighten, but after all,it was all Welcome Wagon nonsense and before long there was nothingworth doing. At the same time, Rhonda started making demands. I had touse her hairdresser and shop where she did and lose weight and thenmore weight, and exercise, and lose weight, and exercise every day, apersonal trainer on Saturdays. The professional businesswoman image Iwas trying to project was replaced by little fitted. “It was pretty unlikely in the past, sure ... but the Mayhem cinched the election for her. That and the incompetence of the previous President and government, you know. Remember the Yellow Vests? Enough said. Maybe he should have spent less time instituting the Swedish Model regarding sex work and cracking down on wolf whistles, more time improving the everyday conditions of regular French folks.“That’s just this man’s opinion, but this man happens to be Deputy Commissar of the Law Courts, so,. I lifted my head, tilted it up and spoke his name, my voice soft anduncertain. Kevin looked down at me for a minute, his face perfectlystill. And then, as if seeing something in my expression, he slowlybrought his mouth down against mine.As our lips came into contact, I froze. Part of me knew that I shouldhave been reeling away in disgust at the very idea of kissing anotherboy. That's what Alan would have done. But I'd been channelling Alannahall evening - and as her, the reaction was not so.