“You’ll wear nothing but tiny little tops that your tits will keep falling out of, and tiny little skirts that will be so short everybody will see...you don’t wear panties, and very high heels. When a man comes in, you’ll jump up and greet him. You’ll shake your tits at him so they pop out of your top, and you’ll say, ‘Welcome to John Winfield Enterprises! I’m the cock receptionist! I want to receive your cock inside me! Would you like to fuck me?’ Then you’ll bend over the desk and reach around. He could only hope to head her off.“Fine,” Calix said, making a big show of looking at his wrist. The time, he noted, was really flying. “We can discuss it later. Now, do you have any requests?”“Do you have any changes you’d like?” Sophia threw the question back at him as she sat beside him on the bed.Calix wrapped one arm around her, pulling her close. “Sophia, if you never believe another word I say to you, believe this: I think you are absolutely perfect just the way you are. If it were up. Not my intention. Bonehead. "Well, I never turn down a gift, that would be rude-- but I don't really need your money and I'm not a fucking hooker." I grew hugely alarmed at that, readied a protest to explain myself until she continued, "But I do need something that you just happen to have, though. It's something that I still need really really bad, baby." That purring again; at least now I knew why she was so preternaturally good at seduction. "Damn, girl. Whew. Uh." I looked down at my. But with another flash of her smile, Sophia leaned in and her soft lips touched mine. Wow! She was a good kisser, very good. Her tongue slowly sliding into my mouth and playing with mine and her sexy lips pulling on my bottom lip. Nothing else around us seemed to be moving, the music was muffled, and all I could sense was her lips kissing mine and my hands caressing her side. Sophia smiled in the middle of our passionate kiss which made us both laugh. She turned to face me and we just stared.