I bought her one and we kept talking, she told me about how she had lost her long time boyfriend who was the stations head of security and how a lot o... her oldest friends had moved on with their lives away from the station.Hours past and we kept talking, she was drinking heavily and you could tell she was becoming intoxicated. Quark finally kicked us out of the bar and I helped her back to her quarters in the habitat ring. When we got there she invited me in, a little drunk now aswell I. There were 100 pictures that men were lusting over! Men desiring and wanting more of her!She could hardly drive on the way home.“And,” Jon told her. “There are many men on the internet that would pay good money to have you act out their fantasies or to do poses on request.”“I am not sure Jon, maybe somethings,” she acquiesced.“Well, I was also told of a couple of internet sites you we could do something like that.” He reluctantly said.“No way!”“Think of it, we made $200 selling your pictures. You begin as a salon girl and work your way up." Salon girl!" I stammered. "But I'm not a girl."Miss Suzie fingered the lace on the bodice of my robe as she looked intomy eyes."Your training begins tomorrow morning at 8am sharp in the salon honey,"said Miss Suzie. "Then we'll see exactly what you are." I tossed and turned that night in the big canopied bed. I could notimagine what the future would bring. I tried to steel my nerves withthe knowledge that I was, after all, the owner of Pretty. So within a matter of minutes I no longer had a excuse to stay. So I started walking back to my car completely disillusioned that I had not achieved something more than giving you a smile. There was no inappropriate touch not even an exchange of words, nothing the day seemed ruined. So I got into my car and then I got a text message on my cell it was from you. You wrote that we should meet in the bar of the H.H. in three hours, we had much to discourse. Before we know it we were both sitting.