Chapter Fifteen
Sasha, the photographer's assistant, appeared at Andrea's station. “Hi!”
“Oh, hello.” Andrea found it easier when her patrons were strangers.
“How've you been?” Sasha dropped unceremoniously into Andrea's chair.
Andrea pumped the chair up. “I don't know. I've been through quite a lot since my photo session.”
“I bet.” She’d already opened her lower seams and thrown the legs of her jumpsuit behind herself.
Sasha's long legs were trim and shapely. Her labia were especially pretty. Sasha wore her dark pubic hair in a narrow line.
“How long have you been working here, Andrea?”
“Only two days.” Andrea squirted shampoo into Sasha's pubic hair.
“You must have just finished being a dormitory slave.”
Everyone knows all about me. “Yes.”
Andrea worked the shampoo into a lath
