"Let me see," I said, and quickly scanned the list. She had placed a number next to every name, and she seemed to have done a pretty good job based on... my own informal ratings, as if it really mattered. Among the "sevens" and "eights" I noted many of the young hotties who had often caught my eye. I had thrown in a couple of control cases, like the heavy Sandy from HR, and sure enough, my cute little assistant had graded her as a "three". Close enough, especially for a completely specious. I gave them a timid smile back, to acknowledge their comments.I must have been blushing at this point. I didn't want to be seen changing, and now my parents are looking at and commenting on my butt. I crawled under the covers. I rolled over so my back was facing away from them and started browsing on my phone. "See you in the morning." My mom said as she turned off the lights and got back into her bed.The glow from my phone was lighting up the room quite a bit. I went into my phone settings and. ”Pilar gave a little chuckle. “I don’t know how anybody could do what we do for a living and claim to never be turned on - so many beautiful women, so few clothes.”“I guess you’ve been pretty discreet. I know exactly what you mean, but it’s not your reputation at all,” said Kiki.“The reputation that I think I’m too good to work with some people?” Pilar asked.Kiki considered softening it, but ultimately just said. “Yeah. That one.”“I do think I’m too good to work with some people,” said Pilar.. I'm not a smoker and I was about to choke from the miasma in the small bar. We pushed through the crowd toward the door. Just before we got there a man stepped out in front of us. "Where the fuck do you think you're going, bitch?" He was dressed in "logger chic" (striped hickory shirt and jeans with red suspenders) could barely stand up, he was so toasted. I tried to maneuver around him without making a scene but he was determined."Marvin, just get out of the way," Sheila said in a tired.