"No strings attached. You want to leave, that's cool. Also, I don't assume any liability for anything that happens. But I am talking about a full t...me job."Marti hesitated. "I've got a day job..." she began."One that pays you two thousand creds a day?" the pimp asked. When Marti shook her head, he smiled. "Then quit your day job. You'll do better working for me. Trust me. More money, guaranteed."Besides," he added, "is your regular job this much fun?"With that, he began stroking her. Come on, it will be a laugh."Then, she saw the puzzlement and hesitation in his eyes. "No one needever know about it," she assured him, "and I'll even dig out my oldcollege uniform to wear, too." Gee, I don't know, mom, " he replied, quietly. "You know I can't dothat dance stuff and, I mean, cheerleading is a girl thing." That's not true," she answered. "Lots of guys cheer; in fact, all thetop guys in high school and college cheer."Jesse shook his head."Maybe, like, in California or places like. She was locked into the moment, exactly where she wanted to be. Linda was with her Professor her lover, her man. She knew that women everywhere would be envious, but sadly she felt just a little guilty that she could not share the special feeling of love with the whole world. She put her arms around him and squeezed as hard as she could, attempting to let him know she felt the same about him. His fingers moved through her hair, caressing her head. The moment could not have been more perfect,. Easier for them to find her.--- "Brenda, hm?" --- the girls considered it for a moment, not wanting to let go of the power she had over Lilly --- "OK. I'll let you have this one."They both smiled. Both enjoying their little conversation. They talked a lot during the ride, mostly about trivial things, like TV they watched, actors they liked, teachers they hated. Lilly noticed the girl not asking anything that would reveal Lilly's identity, and she also avoided this subject.After what felt like.