In other words darling. I am your pimp, and I expect you to pay me at least 10% of your earnings. But of course the girls don't need to know that. In ...ddition, all bookings and contacts are made through me. So as you can see my darling, only my number will ever appear on their telephone bills. Now that particular financial arrangement is between you and me. So you don't talk about it. Understand? As she stood up she turned and said. "Just one thing more." I might require you for a very generous. "This will have to be quick I'm afraid, my husband is due back soon," she said, bending over the desk. Then she pulled the dress up around her waist and revealed that she wore no undergarments."But, what about your husband, I shouldn't do this" I said. But as I said it, I felt a connection between us somehow."Do you really wish to discuss my husband, when we could be doing other things?" she asked. "Besides he doesn't care, it's all a part of our game."In response, I pulled down my britches and. You had any girls notice you who didn't before, Evan?" At least four," he said with a cocky grin. "How about you?"As Andrew listed the girls he'd caught staring at him and whisperingabout him, and the girls who'd actually come up and talked to him betweenclasses, I silently wished I were one of those girls. Before long,we had other people coming over to our table to talk with Andrew andEvan -- girls who didn't know who they were but saw we had a couple ofhot new guys, people who'd heard the. At least I'm not feeling the butterflies doing their bombing runs in mystomach. I sit for a minute and ponder what to do.I figure I better try on the dress or face the wrath of Jenny and Katie.I slip of my skirt and top and step into the dress. I slip my shoesback on and then begin struggling with the zipper at the back of thedress. How do women deal with zippers in the back? Then I recall howmany times my mother asks me or my father for some help and the timesKatie has asked for help. I.