Very quickly Jane advised she was single and we got on well immediately, her constant flirting drawing smiles from me as we engaged in what was pretty... mundane small talk. I would have guessed Jane was maybe 60, had a lovely neat but slightly plump figure with tits simply bursting out of a stripey top which I could barely keep my eyes off, absolute perfection in my opinion. She was shorter than me in height and had well groomed brown bobbed hair, an undoubtedly attractive and sexy lady.I told. They probably thought I was his mail-order Thai bride. But I didn't mind; it was all part of the game for me. Mr Harris had purchased an illusion, and I was happy to fulfil it.The show itself passed fairly quickly, a rapid succession of models in outfits ranging from the humdrum to the bizarre, depending on the designer. Miss Harris turned out to be a designer of very slinky, sexy lingerie, and this was certainly the best part of the show for me, and I suspect for a lot of the others. Whatever. He extended his arm to get me on stage and I got on. “WOW THAT’S A SLUT” someone yelled “I WANT DIBS ON THAT ASS” another heckled. I couldn’t believe I was doing this. Being a slut for hire. At least I didn’t have to fuck anyone and was making money though my lips hurt and my new pieces ached. He spuned me around for all to see “This girl is brand new, a prodigy Dave found. I hope she stays and comes back. I also hope she joins the fun. Also remember this is a drink girl. So Hands off unless. I arrived at July's place and knocked at her door._"Hi sissy, wow, you look so damn slutty! You're so beautiful; John is going to like that!"I entered and saw John on the couch, wearing nothing else but a boxer.July was dressed in a fishnet body stocking and thigh high boots. She served us a couple of drinks. I felt the gaze of John laying on me insistently and I saw the huge bulge forming between his legs. July said:_"Time to start Vanessa, it's going to be your new name now, the slutty.