She hadn’t just perfected the ability to look naïve and innocent. This one looked almost virginal. He could see why Harding would be interested in ...er, but what the hell did she see in Frank Harding? Probably his money and his power. That’s what they all seemed to see. For some reason, Donovan’s annoyance grew. She tried to look and feel confident as she walked towards the desk, her hand extended. ‘Good evening, Mr. Corbett. I’m Laci Grace. Thank you for agreeing to see me.’ Laci Grace. Even. I slide my hand up her stomach and she grabs onto my bulge. Chugga chugga chugga. My hand finds it way slowly up her shirt caressing her bodacious breast her nipple is so hard poking through the bathing suit top she is wearing underneath. Chugga chugga chugga. We start kissing harder and more passionately as the tunnel is nearing its end. Her hand sliding up and down and squeezing my hard shaft faster and faster. Chugga chugga chugga. Chooooo chooooo. We desperately retreat our naughty train. We circulate and socialise for about an hour, then you and I get to choose four girls (called ‘the Guests’), and they plus you, me and Pierre go up to the Upper Floor, where there is a giant mattress. The girls downstairs who aren’t chosen have to leave. As do all the men other than Pierre.”“Just a moment!” I interrupted. “Are you saying that all those men are willing to hand their partners over to be fucked in their absence.”“Of course!” Lily said with a grin. “I tell you, all those girls will. It was a porn version of one of those coming of age movies- the oneswhere at the beginning the star is a virgin but then "finds herself" bybecoming a tramp and at the end finds true love with one man, the manwho was there at the beginning; the man who was there all along. Therewas Missy reciting her lines in a tube top and micro mini, the sagevoice of wisdom, explaining to the star why she should give in andembrace the slut inside.And Missy hated every minute of it, a maze of conflicting.