“Is she working a double shift?” I asked Rena. The Valkyrie was leaning down for Ellie to whisper in her ear. The tall woman blushed.“No, she’... got a niche as one of the drivers or a stewardess, if we’re sending the island plane to pick you up.” The island plane. The modifier told me I had multiple planes.“I saw her at The Castle today,” I recalled her fit body and bikini and the little Asian girl she had swung around and dunked.“Oh, yeah, well, there’s nothing against the girls going anywhere. We broke up three days before what would have been our wedding day. Last I heard, she was placed on suspension for using excessive force during an interrogation. Yeah, she was that bad. So believe me when I tell you that I sympathize with Jordan and what he’s been through. Jordan looked so sad after telling me the story of how his mother mistreated, manipulated and reviled him. That woman was a monster. He was right to get away from her. If he didn’t, she might have destroyed his life. I. He was cute. He was about college age, tall with blond hair, and he appeared to have a good build under his red waiter’s jacket. He pushed the cart into the room, trying to keep his eyes off of me as I lay across the rumpled bed. ‘Would you like for me to serve you?’ he asked. ‘Oh yes, please do,’ Heather said. ‘Let me get those things off of the chair,’ I said as I got up off the bed and stretched languorously. I gathered up my sexy underthings along with the skirt and jacket and tossed them. “But I wanted those girls, or futas, getting taken over and over to find it a positive experience, and you didn’t.”“Because I’m a slut,” I said, spitting out the word.She sat down on the edge of my bed and gave me a futa-motherly smile, something my own futa-mom would give me. I swallowed as she took my hand, stroking it. “Slut is a pejorative word. You can always embrace it, of course, and I know many girls who do enjoy the label, but you’re no more a slut because you enjoy sex than those.