That was impolite,’ muttered. Ellen swallowed audibly before answering. ‘It’s OK. James comments on my tan all the time. He thinks I’m invitin...g skin cancer.’ In truth, it was one of the few evils Ellen allowed herself, beside the occasional bite of chocolate or sip of Diet-Coke. She was aware of the dangers, but couldn’t seem to control herself faced with a bed with ultraviolet lights. Her payback would come in her later years, she knew, in the form of wrinkles and an increased risk of. She has already been dubbed: ‘The Minnesota Enchantress’. And I hear John St Clair, one of the principle owners of the club is proposing a lifetime membership for Chloe with unrestricted access to orgies.’ ‘Gosh! I wonder if that owner was the octogenarian Chloe was fucking.’ ‘Sounds most likely since I do know that St Clair is over eighty years old. In any case you have a truly hot piece on your hands. In all my years at the TLR, with the possible exception of Pamela Rose, the flamboyant. That word was one I hated. I would never use it to describe another person, as it was just so mean and derogatory. Allie knew this, too, and it hurt me that she would use it to describe me. Sensing my hesitation, she began to question me."Did you suck Mike's cock?" Yes." Did Mike fuck you in the ass?" Yes." Did you suck the cock of a strange man in the video booth?" But..."Allie slapped me hard across the face, then leaned down to whisper in my ear. "Remember, willow, you did not know whose. " So saying he went away.The room was a big bed room with a big double bed in the middle. It was nicely furnished with carpets, costly furniture and big sized mirrors. There were lot of curios very well displayed in show cases. The bed contained a very soft mattress which was so supple that it was one foot thick but sank to one inch if one sat on it. There were nice fluffy satin pillows. There were many bright lights and the room was air conditioned and very cool. There were several big photos.