Absolutely ducky!" Ah, a dedicated follower of fashion, I see!" She giggled."Oh, Madame! Your jibes sting! If I were to accost you and find you quite ...orthy of rustling away to my secret corral and wicked stable of debauchery, it would not be for your soft petticoats I would have most unwholesome thoughts for, unlike most of my rather effeminate American rivals who would know naught of how to properly minister to your more furtive secret longings and repressed desires." From a Texan? Certainly. " "Yes, no time to waste." Carly agreed. She took off her shoes and placed them on the shoe shelf. Then she followed Tasha down the hall and into the bathroom. When they got into the bathroom, Tasha closed the door behind them. "Well, I guess that we should get undressed." Carly said. She started to take off her shirt but Tasha clasped her hands around Carly's. "It would be more interesting if we undressed each other." Tasha exclaimed. Carly hesitated for a moment and then nodded. "It will be. Or my toes, if that's more your speed.But you don't really care about any of that.You care about me looking hot enough to burn in a naughty outfit, and you want to read about me getting ravished until I can't even stand, right? Then consider that I might not accept money for such things, but in my time working for the Stantons and their guests I've been confronted by their sexual nature often enough to want it on its own merits. I suppose I am getting paid, if you look at it the right way. Just. “Do you ever go down on a woman?”“No, they aren’t gross, Theresa,” I said. “And yes, I go down. I’d have to say that I pretty much feel the same about eating pussy as you do.”“But what about queefs? Gross!” June said.“I figure if I put the air in there, I can stand the vart. It’s just an embarrassing noise, not a smell or taste.” I said.“Too bad you’ve got a dick. You could be a lesbian.”The night the show closed, of course, we had to strike the set and get it to storage. It was after midnight.