A figure slithers around the room as its movements echo across the glass chamber. It slinks around as they pull out their weapons, ready for anything ...o come at them. With tentacles dropping down from above, trying to wrap up around them. Moving instinctively, they slash up at the tentacles cutting them as they retract, moving up towards the top of the cylinder. A figure moves above them, clinging to the top of the cylinder as a pair of eyes appear glaring down at them.“What is that?” Elinore. How would I explain to my boss, leaving an investor alone in a Hooters. “Yes,” I replied. Kim discreetly unfastened two of the top buttons to her satin blouse. Although she was not big chested, she showed just enough cleavage to draw my attention. “I like Hooters,” Kim declared. "I could be a Hooters girl, no?" “Yes,” I replied, “It is different and yes, you would make a good Hooters girl." Kim smiled and looked down at her chest. "Maybe I need some help," she remarked, before adding. There I kissed him and looked deep into those beautiful dark blue eyes of his. Apparently I was staring at him a little too lovingly and too long, because he said coolly, "Robby, do not misunderstand me. I am not looking for a permanent relationship with anyone at the moment. The sex with you was great, but I don't want to go any further than that."Somewhat surprised, I stepped back and answered; "Xi, I also enjoyed yesterday and the great sex we had last night. But you are right. I am not. Pamela would do almost anything within reason providing the punter paid her enough. She had done some kinky things in her time, everything from mundane requests for fellatio to dressing punters in frilly knickers and spanking their bums. In fact light bondage and discipline work was her forte and she often took down punters into the special 'dungeon' room in the basement. However she would have nothing to do with the heavier, perverted stuff that was sometimes requested.She refused any requests.