It wasn't a grateful smile. It was a smile of victory ... like she'd just reinforced her image of herself as superior to me. In fact, it wasn't a smil... at all, it was a smirk. I grinned back and settled down into the seat again.patting my lap."You can still sit in this seat today. I don't mind sharing"What followed was a stare down contest that raised the tension level in the room to what physicists call "achieving a critical mass". The haughty coed's pretty face twisted into a rage while I. I slid my hand into Abby's beautiful, shiny, blond hair, pressed her lips hard against my own, and pushed my tongue into her mouth. We played a quick game of tonsil hockey. I pushed Abby onto her back and rolled on top of her. When I pulled my lips from hers, she smiled. "Think you can get it up again, old man?" Old man?" I asked. In my new body, I was not more than ten years her senior. "I'll show you what this old man can do!" I said.I quickly kissed her again, then moved down to one of her. "After a flabbergasted silence by the bridge crew — who had really been expecting Brett to simply explode when he heard this — laughter broke out."In fact," Brett added, "let's make that a general order for the crew. Anyone who can score themselves a companion, of either sex or creed, is free to use any storage room for sexual activity as long as they are both off duty and as long as no one needs the storage room for anything else at the moment." Are you serious, Brett?" asked Sugi. "Do you. . discover my secret?” I said looking up suddenly realizing there was no intention of trying to fool these men – there was every intention that I was going to be exposed - literally and figuratively – as Mister Gamboni smiled at my realization.“You will work for tips and tips only – so the sluttier you are the more you can make. At the end of the night, you will tip out just like the dancers do, which means you pay for the privilege of working here. So you pay the house 10% of what you make,.