I didn’t know if someone might judge us, but ... well, I was a male, and she was a female Red Martian. At least we’d be excused.“We just need to...get to the flying machine port,” I whispered. “Just another few blocks. We just need to avoid attracting any attention.”We walked past an alleyway, and there, I could see a huddled figure being kicked by a few ruffians. There were three of them, and they had the nasty look of men ... well ... of men that I would work with normally. Smudged faces, heavy. I got to the restaurant and told the hostess i was there for a reservation for mr Salter and she smiled and led me to a table in the corner of the restaurant where mr Salter was seated. He was a large man, i couldnt tell how tall because he was sitting down but he was wide with salt and pepper hair and dark black skin. he looked up at me over his glasses and looked me up and down before mumbling"jeans to a business dinner, thats a new one- sit down"i stammered and went to introduce myself and. They were all panting and tired. The guys looked at me and Roger spoke, “We should probably leave you guys alone now and get back to our camp.”I replied, “Why would you want to do that? The sofa is a pull-out and all your clothes are still soaked. Why don’t you hang your clothes up to dry and stay in here tonight?”Roger answered, “Well, that’s cool, but I don’t really want to sleep naked with Dan”. We all laughed a bit, then I said “Why don’t the 3 of you take the bed, one of you on either side. Ms. Angelaarrived and asked me into her office. She was a very intimidatingperson. Wearing 5-inch thigh high boots, leggings, and a slinky silkwhite top; she looked like a dominatrix. Her makeup, wild, thick hair,and inch long red nails completed the package. The first thing shesaid?'So, you want to be my shampoo girl?' I could hardly breathe as Imumbled -'Yes!'She said that the job paid $400 a week plus whatever in tips. I would beworking long hours. A lot of the job was cleaning.