Chapter 4: Swim Club, Part 1

Will

My job at Big Woody’s lumber store isn’t bad; restocking the nails and screws in the small hardware aisle is the worst part of it. There are so many sizes, types, variations, uses, gauges, and threads, it’s insane. It’s more than just putting new stock where it goes, it’s also organizing and cleaning up after customers. If they pull a box of screws and then find the ones they really need, they rarely return that first box to where they found it. Or if they’re looking in the individual specialty nuts and bolts drawers – well, fuck, you can already imagine the nightmare of where that’s going. Quite often this area is left unattended for too long because no one, and I mean no one, likes to work this aisle.

Today I’m training the new guy Allen, he’s working at one end while I work the opposite. I’m not getting as much done as I could be because my mind keeps wandering and thinking about sex. That’s not uncommon for an eighteen-year-old guy, but let’s just say this, wow, has my life ever changed in this last month. Ever since my older brother Ben invited me to a special party where a bunch of us guys all lined up to please Heather in the most intimate way, my whole outlook and sex life has been ignited.

For leading a pretty boring life up until now, I’ve sure become caught up in a whirlwind of getting naked with people and shooting my sperm; one thing seems to lead to another, and then another, and so on.

Just two days ago, Daisy and I met up with a couple at a fancy hotel in Grand Rapids for a sex party, that was a lot of fun. I even let the guy, Tom, suck my cock. I wasn’t sure how I would feel about that, but in the moment and seeing how much it meant to him, I was okay with letting him have a go at it. A hungry mouth, male or female, can feel equally awesome, but that’s as far as I’ll go with guys at these things. Daisy told me, no worries, what happens at sex parties, stays at sex parties.

Not counting Betty-Jo Peterson after Homecoming last Fall, I’ve screwed five women, all in the last four weeks – that’s five pussies my cock has been inside of! And, those same five women, plus Tom, all sucked it. Talk about a life-sized ego boost and I can’t help but get instantly hard when my mind slips further into the gutter thinking about how much they enjoyed it, especially when I gave them loads of my cum – that’s six tongues swimming in my semen! Seven, if you count mine when I do my special trick of self-sucking. Who would have ever thought my penis would be so—

“Earth to Will.” Allen is waving his hand in front of my face.

“Oh, uh ... yeah, what’s up?”

“I’m all done with the drywall screws, what should I work on next?”

I check the time on my phone. “It’s almost break time and I gotta use the bathroom, let’s meet back here in twenty minutes, okay?”

“Sounds good.”

I need to use the bathroom, but not to pee. When I start thinking about all the fucking, sucking, boobs, cream pies, asses, cum eating, and pussy licking, I need to go take care of something, and soon, or my balls will ache for release. Thank god this bathroom is a single-toilet room and I can lock the door behind me. And, before you say it, no, I’m not planning on self-sucking in here. As much as I would love to, there’s a time and a place for that.

I learned I could suck myself (autofellatio is the technical term) when I was fifteen. It was the summer my mother swears I grew two or three inches. What my mother doesn’t know is that my cock became noticeably longer as well.

My bed has always been my preferred place to bop my bologna. One day I was sitting there having a healthy stroke session; I looked down and noticed how close I could get my face to the tip of my cock. That’s when a crazy idea popped into my head, so I bent low a couple of times, and, to my surprise, my lips slipped over my glans. At first, it took some concentrated effort, but within a couple of weeks, I was self-sucking with ease.

Until that big sex party at the beach house, I kept this nifty trick an absolute secret from the world. That party though, it had quite an open atmosphere of trying new things and letting others in on personal kinks, feeling confident, I went ahead and shared mine – they loved it! Especially Daisy, she—

Boom-boom-boom, on the bathroom door. “Can ya hurry it up in there,” a co-worker pleads, “I’m about to shit my pants!”

“Yeah, yeah, gimme a sec,” I zip up and tuck my shirt in; I guess I’ll have to take care of things later on at home.

While I’m working the last part of my shift, Daisy texts asking me to call her once I’m off work, she has good news.

After clocking out, I call Daisy. “Hi Will! How are you?”

“I’m great. What’s happening?”

“Angie and Tom left reviews from our date, and they raved about us! Both of us! They called me a Goddess of Beauty and Seduction and you a ... get ready for it ... a Golden God of Sexual Prowess. Can you believe that?!”

“Wow!” I laugh, “Who would have thought we’d be elevated to omnipotent status?”

“I know, right? I’ve been complimented in many creative ways, but this one is a landmark. And it gets better, they go on to say ... the juices of their loins are nothing short of the sweetest nectar bestowed from the heavens. They’re talking about your cum and my wet pussy, isn’t that a hoot? Haha!”

“Again, wow! Maybe we should open up a sex-juice bar?”

“Good one! There’s more to the review, but you get the idea. We really made an impression on them!”

“No kidding.”

“So, get this, Jasmine saw it before I did and called, she’s interested in talking to you. I was planning to put in a good word if you wanted me to, but it looks like you’ve already caught her attention. Would you like to come with me to her office and meet up?”

“When were you thinking?”

“How about tomorrow?”

“Um, yeah ... I’ll meet with her, sure.” I’m still not one hundred percent certain about this, but it can’t hurt to learn more.

“Awesome! I’ll let her know.”

“Should I dress up or anything?”

“Wear the clothes you wore to dinner the other night, that should be fine.”

The next day, Daisy and I drive to Grand Rapids to meet with Jasmine. On the way, she hands me an envelope. My eyes almost pop out of their sockets when I pull out 1,000 dollars in cash. “Whoa! What’s all this for?”

“It’s your cut from our date with Angie and Tom.”

“Are you fucking kidding me? This is a butt-ton of money for having dinner and sex!”

Daisy looks over and smirks, “I told you I do well.”

“So, if I wasn’t there, you would have gotten 2,000 dollars?”

“Technically no. Without you, the date would have never happened since they requested a couple.”

“This is unreal, this is more than a week’s pay at Big Woody’s”

“Now do you see why I want you to meet Jasmine?” she grins.

The SW Swim Club agency office is clean, nondescript, and modern. Nothing hints at the services provided, only abstract artwork and images of beautiful landscapes adorn the walls.

The office is secure, and you must be buzzed in. A beautiful woman behind a desk in the lobby greets us, her name is Holly - another flower name. We take seats while she alerts Jasmine that we’re here for our appointment. Daisy leans over and whispers that Holly is also an escort; all the girls take a shift working the office lobby every couple of weeks.

“So ... what’s this Jasmine like?” I ask.

“Oh, you’ll like her. She can come off very direct and a little intimidating at first, but she’s a good person and looks out for us.”

Holly motions us to a door on the left, “You two may go in, Jasmine will see you now.”

The office is spacious and as antiseptic as the lobby, but nicely furnished with a huge highly polished wooden desk and a lounge area with a soft couch and two comfy-looking chairs. Jasmine is about 5’ 6”, slender, and somewhat darker complected like she spends a lot of time in the sun. She looks to be in her mid-forties with short-cropped very dark brown hair, and manicured nails. She carries herself with the very essence of a professional business-minded woman. It’s easy to see how she would be intimidating at a corporate meeting. She’s wearing what I’m sure is a very expensive women’s business suit with a dark gray form-fitting skirt hemmed to just above the knees, and a matching jacket, open at the top showing a white silk blouse underneath. Her color-matching stiletto heels complete the ensemble.

“Come in, come in, you two,” she motions for us to enter. She gives Daisy a quick hug and extends her hand along with a sly grin, “And you must be Will, it’s very nice to meet you!”

“It’s nice to meet you too,” I shake hands.

She looks me up and down. “Ah, yes, the Golden God of Sexual Prowess ... in the flesh.”

“Well...” I feel my face flush as I’m sure it’s turning red, “ ... don’t believe everything you read.”

“In your case, I should. Shouldn’t I?” she smartly replies, never losing that sly grin.

“Uhm ... yes? I ... guess?”

“You guess?”

“Well, uhh...” Not even a minute into this meeting and I’m already stumbling over myself like an idiot.

“What are we offering here, Will?” she glares deep into my eyes. “Are we selling Uhh, I-da-know, and I guess so?” She compliments each mimicked example with a goofy shrug. “Or are we presenting a confident young man who knows how to entertain a mature and well-traveled woman?”

Catching her meaning, I stand up straight and answer, “A confident young man, ma’am.”

“Ah, that’s more like it ... and, at ease, you’re not in the army.” With this, she smiles warmly and offers us seats in the lounge area.

“Would you like a beverage before I sit? Water, green tea, a seltzer?”

“Water is fine,” Daisy answers.

“Same for me.”

“Very well.” When Jasmine returns, she has a pitcher of ice water and two glasses that she sets on a small table.

“Okay, Mr. Will, let’s get down to business, shall we?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“You may address me as Jasmine. Deal?”

I nod and give her a thumbs-up.

“Before we begin, I must have your word that everything we discuss never leaves this room.”

“You have my word.”

“Wonderful. In talking with Daisy, she says nothing but good things about you. And clearly, by the glowing review left by Tom and Angie from a few days ago, this stands to back that up. Are you interested in learning about becoming a male escort and everything that entails?”

“Uhh ... Um...” Aw shit, here I go with my verbal stumbling again - straighten up! “Yes, ma’am-I mean Jasmine.”

“Let me preface by stating that if you’re ever on the fence about anything, speak up. This doesn’t just apply to today, but at any time moving forward. Understand?”

“Yes.”

“If we decide to give this a try, understand that you’re going to be my proverbial ... how shall I say this ... guinea pig ... of sorts. My first male escort. On one hand, this offers you leeway to set standards, but it also presents situations where we’ll be learning as we go. Some of these situations may prove to be awkward.”

I nod, following along.

Jasmine continues, “In doing some research, I’ve learned male escorts can, in fact, do very well for themselves, but you must expect to work hard at it, often harder than a female escort. The simple reason is that male clients tend to be easier to please, they just want to go straight to the sex. Female clients prefer to be wined, dined, and warmed up before they will even think about getting into bed. Get rid of any notions that it’ll be as simple as dropping your drawers and having clients flock to your pecker.” Daisy raises her hand indicating she would. Jasmine waves her off with a laugh, “You be quiet, missy, that’s not helping.”

Focusing her attention on me again, she explains, “When it comes to female clients, you must be ready for all ages and demographics. Older clients will likely be looking for plenty of adoration, especially if they’re past their prime. This is where you must really shine. If you can make frumpy Ms. Plain Jane feel like a gorgeous goddess, I guarantee she’ll request further dates with you. Repeat dates will be your bread and butter while we build up a strong female client base.”

“How will you get clients for Will?” Daisy asks.

“Starting out will be slow and, as I said, a learning process, not only for Will but me as well. I’ll put the word out in my business networks that we’re now offering a male option, no offense, Will, I know that sounds so product-based.”

“None taken,” I smile.

“Another point I want to make is just because Tom and Angie may think you’re a golden sex god and your cum tastes like ambrosia from the heavens, don’t expect everyone to share this lofty opinion. In other words, keep your head about you, stay grounded, and, as nice as such reviews are, take flattery for what it is and avoid letting it inflate your ego.”

“Got it,” I thumbs-up. “Can I ask how the pay scale works?”

“Yes, I was just getting to that. The base rates for my girls are $500 an hour. With additional activities that clients typically request, such as bareback sex, oral, anal, etc. we’re looking at an upper average of $800 to $1000 an hour. The split is 40/60, 40% to the agency, and 60% to you.”

Daisy previously discussed how this works the other day. I trust her judgment in that if she thinks it’s fair, then I will too - especially after seeing the wad of cash she handed me earlier. Even with Jasmine’s cut, once things get going, I could be making far more than I imagined.

Jasmine explains, “Trial and error as our first male escort is to be expected, but my plan is to start you out at the base rate as an introductory offer and then we’ll go from there. Even at the base rate, a five-hour engagement will net you $1500.” $1500 to tell a woman she’s beautiful over dinner and take her to bed! I can do that! I know there’s much more to it, but still, I bust my ass at the lumber store for far less. “I sense your gears are turning,” she leans in, “how are you feeling about this, Will?”

With a confident nod, I answer, “I would like to try it.”

“Splendid! I was hoping you would.” My agreeing to give this a shot seems to further relax the mood of the meeting. Jasmine shifts in her seat to have a better look at me. “So ... Daisy told me about quite a show you performed for Angie, our female client ... something about letting her help undress you.”

“Oh, yeah,” I grin, “That just came to me on the spot, I was following Daisy’s lead.”

“Apparently, you made quite an impression.”

“Oh, he did!” Daisy confirms, “He was even making me wet.”

“At the risk of impropriety,” Jasmine licks her lips, “would it be possible to ... give a repeat performance for me?”

Considering the services I could be hired to provide, I figured she might want to check out my merchandise. “Um, yes. Sure.” Now I just need to remember my moves from that day. Thankfully Daisy motions with her hands that I started by unbuttoning my shirt first.

Standing in front of Jasmine and establishing eye contact, I slowly undo one button at a time. Once they are all open, I remove my shirt and drop it on the couch. Never breaking eye contact, I give her a moment to study my shirtless upper body.

Next, I kick off my shoes and place one foot on the couch cushion so her face is level with the area below my belt. When I place a hand on myself to cup my goods, Jasmine nods that she’s liking this. With a couple of squeezes and rubs, I quietly ask, “Can I show you what I have in here?”

“Ab-so-lute-ley!” is her lusty answer.

I unclasp my belt and offer the pull tab of my zipper to her. “Could you help me with this? Just pull it straight down.”

When she opens my zipper, I move my hips slightly forward to ensure that her downward traveling knuckles press and rub over my privates. This unexpected, but welcome contact with my front swell makes her eyes widen. “Mmmm-hmmm ... Daisy was right, you are a natural.”

Dropping my pants and pulling off my socks, I’m stripped to my underwear. They’re the same brand of tight-fitting boxers I wore with Angie and Tom, except these are gray instead of blue. Daisy says this style is perfect for accentuating my bulge and firm ass. She’s right, these features are mesmerizing Jasmine, she can’t avert her eyes. I don’t know how far she wants to go with this ... impropriety ... but talk about an interesting job interview!

Unconsciously she reaches up, but I playfully pat her hand away saying, “Naughty, naughty, no touching.” Just like with Angie, Jasmine darts a fiery look of dismay over my playful denial, but quickly sees I’m only teasing.

“Oh, kid, you are good!” she beams.

Her hand cups my frontside and gently squeezes, I like how her fingers freely move as she fondles. Her other hand reaches behind to rub my ass cheeks. Patience is the key here; I must give her time and let her have her fun at each stage before showing more, it’ll keep building the anticipation. With Angie this worked perfectly, so much so that when I finally presented my cock, she couldn’t put it in her mouth fast enough.

Hooking my thumbs in the stretchy waistband, I slowly ease my undershorts lower. Jasmine’s eyes are pasted to my flat lower abdomen and then on my fluffy patch of pubic hair as it comes into view. Pausing to let my erotic display further percolate her desires, I can see Jasmine’s nostrils slightly flaring as they seek my private scents. Even Daisy is enraptured, licking her lips, and rubbing between her legs. By Jasmine’s look of wanting, it’s a fair bet that her panties are moist - at least I hope so.

“Do you see what I mean?” Daisy speaks up, “He hasn’t even shown it yet and I’m ready to jump his bones.”

“You and me both,” is Jasmine’s husky reply. To me, she pleads, “Okay, kid, I can’t stand it anymore. Show me!”

This would be such a perfect time to pull a prank of teasing by saying, “Nope,” and pulling my pants back up. Smarter me overrules by not pressing my luck today. I pull the elastic waistband outward and offer it to her, “I think ... I might need your help again—” Before I can finish, Jasmine yanks my underwear down, letting them fall at my ankles.

My semi-hard cock springs up and settles to a half-risen position. Jasmine soaks the vision in. Wanting to touch, her eyes ask, Can I?

“Sure!”

She takes my penis into her hand, rubbing it and rolling it around while lightly stroking and squeezing. Her fingers playing with my dangler has me quickly grow to a full erection pointing upward. Jasmine likes what she’s seeing, “This is nice ... so very nice. It’s been forever since I’ve handled such a virile young man.” She reaches under to touch my tight balls and give them a gentle and thorough caressing. “Such a beautiful set...”

“If you think he looks great, you should feel him inside your pussy,” Daisy giggles.

“Well, we won’t go that far ... today, anyway,” Jasmine chuckles.

“Knowing you, it won’t be long,” Daisy giggles again.

Keeping her hand on my stiffy, a big drop of precum appears. “Oh, look at this! May I sample your ambrosia?”

Ambrosia? I’m briefly perplexed and then remember it’s the fancy word she used to describe my taste - she wants my precum. “Yeah, go for it,” I tell her pushing my waist forward offering the wetness on the tip of my cock closer to her mouth.

You can’t make this stuff up. Here I am at the most unique job interview of my life and my potential employer, a very professional and business-savvy entrepreneur, is licking and sucking precum from my glans.

“Mmmm,” she smacks her lips, “that is good. You have some sweet stuff there.”

“Thanks.”

Letting her primal desires take the lead, Jasmine welcomes me into her mouth, so warm and wet. Her lips travel my length from the very tip, all the way inward to the root nestled in my curly patch of private hair. If doing this once feels good, she knows repeating it several times over will make me hers.

When I’m in deep, she unleashes a barrage of awesome sensations as her tongue traverses around and around and around giving my entire cock the most meticulous tasting. Pulling back, she clutches my shaft like a singer with a microphone to rapidly flick the tip of her tongue on my pee hole, even opening it to wiggle in and get my precum. Then it’s all the way back in so I can fill up the space of her mouth, she likes that. I only have my limited past experiences, which are no doubt beyond fantastic, but even I can tell she’s not just sucking it to suck it, she’s loving on it. Her efforts are leaving smudges of red lipstick up and down my shaft, but it’s of no consequence; here I am, once again, completely and utterly lost to the joys of oral indulgence on my genitals.

Daisy is in complete amazement watching the articulated expertise her boss is exhibiting on my tool. With a snicker, she reminds, “What was it you were saying that he shouldn’t expect to drop his drawers and have clients flock to his pecker?”

Without skipping a note, Jasmine sarcastically flips Daisy the middle finger all while sucking the living daylights out of me. Daisy sits back and has a good laugh.

Not only does she have my cock buzzing with super-stimulation, but tingly feelings of pleasure are exploding from below my belly button, all over my groin, and outward through my body. Wow! She must have started out as an escort because enthusiastic fellatio is definitely this woman’s forte.

These euphoric minutes of Jasmine mouth-massaging my penis are minutes I’m trying to stretch into an eternity. Penis massaging is a one direction affair and sooner rather than later my knees begin to quiver as my finish line draws near. I’d better warn her that I’m getting close.

“Uhmm ... I’m, like, uh, gonna cum ... like, really soon!”

“Do it,” Jasmine mumbles over my engorged shaft, “let’s see what everyone’s raving about.”

Cumming while standing up is not my favorite, it always feels like my legs are going to collapse from under me. To steady myself and maintain our connection for my big moment, I place a hand behind her head to gently hold her face to my groin. Sensing my shakiness, Jasmine tightly grabs my ass cheeks with her fingertips digging in to hold me upright.

With the quickest intake of breath and a squint, I grunt, “Ouuffhht!” and let my reproductive system kick in and run its course. Keeping her mouth snuggly fitted around my conduit, I shoot long stream after long stream originating from my vas deferens tubes, discharging from my seminal vesicles to race through my urethra, and out. Yes, I’ve studied the technical terms for both male and female reproductive systems.

At times I can really produce a lot of cum, today I’m hoping it isn’t too much of an overabundance. A taste is one thing, an overflowing mouthful of the stuff is another. Jasmine is really gulping it down to keep up but doing so with practiced expertise. She’s showing no displeasure at what she’s receiving.

Once my vesicles are emptied and I catch my breath, Jasmine continues to suck, drawing out every last drop of semen before swallowing the rest of my ejaculation. Satisfied, she unlatches, sits back, and collects her wits. “Okay, now ... Whew! ... Wow! ... That was nice! Talk about hard to not get carried away enjoying that too much. Haha!” After adjusting her blouse and fixing her skirt, she wipes a lingering drop of my white from the corner of her mouth. Taking my hand, she plants a sincere kiss. “Thank you for indulging me, Will. If I had any doubts about you arousing a woman, they’ve been put to rest.”

“You’re welcome ... and thank you,” I smile.

“Your cum is very good. Either I haven’t had the pleasure of tickling a teen cock in far too long, or you really are a sweet guy. Let’s go with both.”

“I hope I didn’t ... like, make too much ... that happens sometimes.”

“Oh, you made plenty alright ... more than plenty,” Jasmine smiles, “but I like that from a guy.”

“Should I put my clothes back on now?”

“That’s up to you, whatever you feel comfortable with.” Something tells me she’d prefer I remain naked for the time being. Taking a seat across from Jasmine, I lean back and spread my thighs to give her an unhindered view of my candy cane, who knows, maybe she’ll want another suck on it which would be fine with me! Noticing my seductively distracting exhibition, she comments, “You’re just like the Energizer Bunny, you just keep going and going, don’t you?”

“Yes, ma’am.” I grin back.

“Well, as much as I can appreciate that,” she laughs, “we still have much business to cover.”

“Sounds good.”

“Expect that some clients will want you to make all the arrangements, as in reservations for dinner, taking them dancing, and a nice room ready for later. I can help you with ... this ... until...” she pauses a moment to stare between my legs, “ ... help you with this until you become more familiar with different locations and establishments. Expenses incurred from reservations will be rolled into the overall date cost. Do you own a car?”

“No, not yet. I usually borrow my mom’s when I need to go somewhere.”

“I suggest you rent something nice if the need arises for you to ... drive ... a client...” Jasmine takes another lengthy glance at my erection sticking up. “Uh ... what was I saying? Oh, until you can afford a decent vehicle, the agency will help with rental reimbursement so it’s not out-of-pocket.”

“Wow, thank you!”

“So much of this is about grooming and appearances, nice clothes, clean hygiene, nice undergarments, well-groomed, clean teeth, fresh breath, you’re selling the whole ... package, not just ... your...” her eyes travel down again, “ ... your package.”

“What about his pubes?” Daisy reaches over and fluffs my patch.

“What about them?” Jasmine asks.

“I hope he won’t have to shave them.”

“That’s completely up to him. All I ask is for my escorts to put forth an effort to be ... clean and ... presentable.” Jasmine’s eyes are now solidly fixed deep in my crotch. “Personally, I like his pubes ... such nice pubes ... How he wants to tend to them is his choice.”

“I like them too,” Daisy smiles. “They tickle my nose.”

Having had enough, Jasmine grabs my underwear and flings them in my face. “Oh, for god’s sake! Put these back on, it’s too distracting with you ... displaying everything.”

I smirk, trying hard not to laugh while pulling my underwear up.

With my boy parts covered and no longer a purple elephant in the room, we can return to some semblance of a productive meeting. Jasmine brings up another point. “Although it’s rare, some clients may not be interested in sex at all, they just want your company. You take them to dinner, share a drink, and listen to their life stories. All you need to do is smile and listen, easy-peasy.”

“Ughh,” Daisy scoffs, “even I get those once and a while. Can you believe it? So frickin’ boring ... sheesh! I mean, hello! I have a nice, hot, tight pussy you can enjoy ... right here!” She emphasizes by grabbing her crotch.

“We know, Daisy,” Jasmine rolls her eyes presumably having heard this gripe too many times. “We’ve been over this; they’re paying clients too.”

“I know, I’m just sayin’, that’s all.”

I have a question. “It sounds like potential clients you deal with are quite worldly. I’m just a small-town boy and the farthest away I’ve been is up north to the Upper Peninsula. How will I be able to hold interesting conversations without much personal experience to rely on?”

“That’s a good point,” Jasmine smiles. “Info on your age and background will be on your bio, clients will understand and not expect you to bend their ear with wild tales of exotic adventures. You already have a lot going for you, you’re outgoing, polite, and mature; you have nothing to worry about.”

She covers more details such as never discussing agency business over text or email, it’s an easily traceable record. Conversation in person, over the phone, or through the secure app is preferred.

We have some formalities to attend to such as, authorizing a background check, setting up an online electronic fund transfer account, and scheduling appointments to have STD tests done. While active in the Swim Club, I’ll need to submit clean test results once a month. All clients are required to do the same. Jasmine installs the agency app on my phone and demonstrates how everything works. Daisy offers to help set up my bio. As much as she thinks I should go with Thorn as my Swim Club alias, I decide to keep my given name of Will.

Taking several pictures to include in my bio, Jasmine explains how they’ll feature me looking dapper and ready for a fancy dinner, some with my shirt open showing my bare chest, and finally a few of me posing invitingly wearing only my underwear. I snicker when she reaches inside my waistband to precisely position my penis so its shape will show very clearly, and in an alluring manner, for some zoomed in close-up pics detailing my bulge. Once she has the shots she wants, I ask, “Should I take my undies off now?”

“Nope! I’m giving them more than enough hints, if they want to see what’s inside your skivvies, they can hire you!” That right there is how a smart business mind works!