..”The graphic designer went white as a familiar face approached, a huge grin on his face.“Heather! Kathy! You made it!!”“It’s Kelsey,” sh... murmured in response, but the music was too loud for Rob to hear her.“These costumes ... wow. Just ... wow. You guys are ... yeah, there’s no other word for it: wow.”“Brittany’s here too,” Heather replied, as coolly as she could.“Yeah I saw! Good to see that she’s finally embracing her true self, hey Kathy?” Rob said with a broad wink.“When are the prizes. .. Relax; let me explore your body." She moaned into my mouth. For some reason, her words calmed me, and I slowly slipped into an euphoric state. Feeling her hands on my skin was driving me crazy. She trailed her fingers against my skin as she kissed down my shoulders to my breasts. Mia had already known about my scars. but knowing she was right there looking at them made me want to hide myself. become invisible anything, but let her see them. I tried to cover them with my hands but before I. ) So today, I'm still carrying around my bottles (ugh), but be sure, I’m going to make one of those lanyard bottle holsters pronto! Actually, carrying around my bottles like a geek when everyone else has theirs hanging nicely from their neck is a little embarrassing. But I was sure happy last night that I had chosen the bottle harness. More on that later. Those lanyards are so cool because the bottle just hangs there in its little convenient holster right in the middle of the guy’s chest. . His dutiful son then repeated the process. When hewas done they both left. It was quite late and business had sloweddown, so the Brothel Master gave me permission to go to bed.The next three days were almost exact repeats of the first two days,just different faces and different kinks. On the sixth day I had justfinished with my second client of the night, an oriental man, whensomeone entered my cube."How's my working girl?"The familiar voice caused me to spin around. It was Miss Susan. I.