K." "Pure fantasy!" tapped Steve on his keyboard. "Why not? I had a womb and ovary transplant and I get sensation from my bitch nipples so the...nerve connections are OK. It's not that big a step,surely?" Betty, Vicky and Steve all responded simultaneously as they tried to explain the difference between the simple surgery of Beverly's transplant compared with the complexities of a complete ' brain transplant'. For a moment the conversation became a garbled cacophony of confusion. “Hey, don’t distract my workers.” A voice spoke up, making Melissa nearly jump out of her skin. “Who spoke just now?” Melissa looked around the empty kitchen. Psyche gave a mischievous smile and said “Oh that was the queen ant who is sitting on the apple on the fruit tray.” Melissa gave her a ‘have you gone mad?’ look, to which Psyche laughed and said “You better prove it to her or else she might lock me in the nut house again.” Melissa saw an insect rise from the fruit tray and fly towards. ......... "DO YOU REMEMBER THE TEXT YOU SENT ME? THE ONE WHERE YOU ASKED WHAT I WOULD DO IF ANYONE OF THE FEMALE STAFF HAD TO COME ONTO ME?" i blush even deeper as You help me up onto my feet... "y yes Sir." You pull me with You to the massive bedroom of the suite, i follow confused mesmerized and also in awe..... such beauty and pushiness, the creamy color of the soft carpet on my bare feet. then i am snapped back into reality when i feel Your hands picking me up and putting me in the enormous. Everything else was downstairs, the bar, dancefloor, toilets etc. It kind of suited me to be honest as I didn't really fit in with the clique. Sure some of the girls were okay, but some of them were real bitches and I found that I got on better with the guys who worked the door. They just seemed more straightforward and honest, you know? They would take it in turns to work upstairs for half an hour or so and I got to know them all pretty well. It tended to only really get busy at the beginning.