The women trooping into the room, chatting. Two in satin bodices, one in a G-string and crop top. Settling around a kitchen table, lighting cigarettes, nibbling on snacks. The talk concerning a fellow worker, a crisis in her life, her husband suspects what she’s doing. All agree, bummer. Maybe she’ll need to lie low for a while. But what about money? Get a regular job? All agree again, bummer.
The talk continuing. Maybe we should recruit again, do you know anyone? It’s a good job if you enjoy sex. One woman adding, and you like sucking men’s dicks. Yes, Rosie, though you don’t have to like it quite as much as you do. Laughs all round. Still, we don’t want another one like, what was her name, that one with short blonde hair, tall, Brazilian, Lou something, yes, that’s right, Lulu, liked the money but didn’t really like the sex, didn’t last. Three nodding female heads. Yes, made the men feel bad, made us have to work harder.
The women pausing, puffing on their cigarettes. None of the men smoking. Captain Kirk and Spock having a disagreement. The sun fading, darkness building outside, the room feeling bright and warm.
The black guy coming into the room. Rosie, this here’s a latecomer, can you take him to the pink room, let him do a bit of catching up with you. There we are, pal, you’ve got ten minutes, make good use of our Rosie, I want to see her boggle eyed when she comes out. After that, everyone, party restarts, you hear that ladies, don’t light up any more cigarettes after those ones, ten minutes and it’s lights, camera, action.
Fifteen minutes later, one of the women yawning, pushing her stool away from the table, stretching. Okay boys, get yourselves ready, time for some effort, this time we want to see you all perform. Both women walking to the door. The men leaving Captain Kirk to it, following the women to the bedrooms.
