“She’s allergic?” I caught up. It was stare at Dean like he was an idiot hour.“Oh, that makes sense!” Xiomara realized that she was somehow ...lower than me and yelped behind her hands. I laughed, half turned.“C’mon Mistress, let your humble stool carry you as your beautiful maid clears away the table.” I patted my thigh for Renée. She was still eating the last corner of her sandwich over her plate. She looked around. Pat kicked Zoë.“You stool. X maid.” Pat dragged Zoë’s bare leg around, my. Captain Fontaine didn’t approve of the practice.The seaman called out, “We’ve got incoming! It looks like 30 missiles. ETA 1.5 minutes.”While everyone was scrambling to battle stations, the Captain walked over to the radar station to verify the alarm. He could see that the seaman had called it correctly. For once, he agreed that the Admiral might be right about preferring an unscheduled drill due to nervousness on the part of a sonar or radar operator, than to waste an important fifteen seconds. When he came over he said he had brought a movie for us to watch. It turned out to be a porno that he had stolen from his Dad's collection. It was a straight porn about dominate men and submissive women. It turned me on because I wanted to take the role of the submissive woman and have a man tell me to suck his dick and have him make me bend over so he could fuck my pussy. We were both turned on by the movie. I could see his boner in his shorts and I really wanted to suck it. I decided we. People looked at me differently after my growth spurt, which also came with an unexpected cleansing of my skin. It took me a while to understand that I would have to carry myself a little differently. A girlfriend convinced me when I was twenty-one to go with her to a gentlemen’s club, as she told me I could make a lot more money there than working at the mall. I knew I didn’t want to be a dancer, so I became a cocktail waitress. The first night was nerve-wracking, the second night a little.