Again, he was disturbed by the utter femininity of the bedroom. Thehologram walls depicted the star filled night with a thin crescent moon.The wall d...coration was okay but the furnishings were not to his liking.A large wrought iron king sized canopied bed in white with a soft purplegauzy draping canopy. The pink satin linens and bright white pillowedcomforter were definitely too feminine for his taste. There was a whitewith lavender piping dresser, bedside tables, lighted skirted vanitywith. I felt the mattress give as she sat next to me.“Bobby?”I rolled onto my back and looked at her dim image in the moonlit room. “What is it, Jackie.”“Well, um, you’re probably gonna think I’m just a nasty ol’ whore, but, uh, well, I was watchin’ you startin’ to pleasure yourself, and I was wonderin’ if you’d let me help ya out with that.”I felt myself blush in the dark, and I couldn’t think of one thing to say.She took my hand and went on, “I ain’t askin’ for anything permanent or regular. It’s. She turned around so that her tiny little ass was sticking out towards me. She looked over her shoulder, stuck a hip out and raised the hem of the dress up to her rear. I instinctively reach out and slapped her on the butt. Ouch! she cried, then turned around and stuck the other hip out at me. I slapped again as she cried out and faked her indignity. Then she turned to face me and started playing the catch me if you can game. You want to play, huh. Well, lets see if you can learn to not play. I'd gone into work early that night with a bagful of books so I could work on a paper on the neurological effects of exposure to lead. I lived in the dorms and my roommate was popular. Hell, I think she saw more men some weeks than some of the sluts I worked with.Sal made it plain when I started working at Exposé that selling myself was my choice. And after meeting Angus, I know he meant it. Angus didn't tolerate anyone bothering us girls, including Sal, whether some of them might not have.