EXTRACT FOR
Sanoon Sarem - Pleasurama
unillustrated Edition
(Stanley Stephens)

  Ten minutes later I was standing in the nude, freshly cleaned and smelling of roses, before Angie, who observed me with an experienced eye.

  "So far, so good," she said in a businesslike way.  "Now squeeze into this, Sanoon honey," and she passed a costume over to me.

  I was actually quite surprised by the garment. It was of a bright blue, lurex material with a big gold letter C on the left shoulder. It covered me from neck to navel and down to my wrists.  It fitted me like a glove: the outline of my nipples clearly visible. I straightened it out, pulling it down past my waist, expectantly waiting for the bottom half of the uniform to be next.  Angie admired the view.

  "That's it, honey," she said when I'd queried when the rest of the uniform was coming. "They don't call this the CRAZYKUNT for nothing. You have a problem with that?"

  "I'm no stranger to having to show my ass," I said, "But what are the rules around here?"

  "One thing at a time," Angie said, indicating that I should lie down on a handy bench in the changing room.  I complied and allowed her to open my legs and inspect my groin.

  "Earth girl, huh," she commented after she had put finger to flesh between my legs and not been bitten for her trouble.  "No wonder Chas thought of us when you needed the work.  We take all kinds here but you Humans tend to go down better here than average.  Mm. Anyone ever told you you've got a very nice cunt, honey?"

  "I get it all the time," I replied.

  "I can believe it, but there's nothing that can't be improved."

  Angie worked away with a pair of old fashioned manual scissors and trimmed back my pubic hair both from my bush and from between my legs.

  "The punters like to see what's down there in this establishment," she pointed out as she worked.

  "And what exactly happens here?" I wanted to know.

  "Nothing in poor taste, honey. All you have to do is remember to show off your asset to best advantage and you'll go far."

  "And how far are the punters allowed to go?"

  "As far as you'll let them. This is a quality joint. I don't want to see you fucking on the tables for example, but a bit of mutually agreeable discreet shagging is fine by the management.  Of course if you don't want to indulge all you have to say is no and if anything happens that shouldn't, we have a very persuasive security presence to help you out, and you'll be monitored at all times. You'll find that the CK is probably the safest place on Pleasurama you can walk around bare assed in."

  She finished my intimate haircut, brushed my groin clear and admired her handiwork.  "Very good, if I say so myself," Angie said. "But there's still work I can do yet..."