"So, lass... got anything... extra, down here? Ladies seem to love it, nowadays... boys too...."<br/><br/>==========================<br/><br/>Elly sighed, trying not to appear too irritated to this person who would probably be the one signing her paycheques. "...well, of course I do." she muttered. "Was the last British Queen gay?" Her second comment reached the ears of Mr. Toson, who rumbled with laughter, much to Elly's relief. The dumbfounded escort didn't seem to catch on, and really, those who were young and stupid enough really took that juicy bit of world news for something minor  in the face of catastrophe. "That she was. Damned I if remember her real name, though." The man grinned those crooked and rotten teeth, placing a stinging slap on Elly's backside that resounded through the concrete room. She felt the ample and more than 'friendly' squeeze down between her legs as Mr. Toson finally wandered back to his desk, pausing briefly to readjust his dust-stained trousers.<br/><br/>"Well, what are you waiting for? Get this flower into something more appropriate!" he roared at the escort woman, who snatched Elly by the arm and dragged her out into the hallway...<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>