"Smiling you thank him, putting a hand lightly on his shoulder, bendingyour right leg at the knee and kissing him on the cheek."You're very sweet."You...sit on the sofa together and talk, always trying to remember yourfemininity, legs together, light touches on his arm and knee, theoccasional giggle and tilting your head. You talk and talk, order roomservice and keep talking. The more you talk, the closer you become, thetighter everything feels and the faster your heart beats. He holds yourhand,. We were both shocked when she answered – “Oh, easily over a hundred men. I am a prostitute. I love to fuck and if people are willing to pay me for something I enjoy, why not make the most of it?”Oh my! I was stunned! My mom was an actual whore who fucked men for money. And then she went on to explain, “That’s how I first fucked my brother, Guhan. Let me tell you that story.”How Mom started fucking her brother Guhan.Mom said she worked as a call girl for the Maharaja hotel. One day, the manager. And around that, in a semi-circle, are all these individual “fuck-stations”, each with a couch for fucking, and a desk for writing (and fucking too, I guess), and a cabinet full of toys, including – tell Daddy! – a whole pile of Bates butt-plugs (not that I need them…)Alison and Claire entered The Constance Money Fucking Laboratory hand-in-hand, still heady from their cumswap extravaganza, and sat themselves at neighbouring stations. Alison watched the other students gradually file in and take. "His words stung; of course she knew that she had taken a short cut; She did not expect him to be so disappointed."This chord…wrong. The melody here…wrong notes…the rhythmic notation..also wrong."Silence. She looked at her hands. "Did you think if you came dressed sexy that I would be easy on you? It makes me want to be harder on you. In fact, I think you need to learn that there are consequences for not doing your work. One option is that we stop these lessons now; I'll go tell the director.