It's down (whew!)

"Ahh, Dr. Hammer," Miss Hooker giggled, "I may need paper towels from the washroom!"

"Yes, I believe you may!" Dr. Hammer giggled back.

Gunnar was happy that Miss Hooker found it all so funny, because frankly she looked as if some huge balloon filled with marshmallow sauce had just broken over her entire upper body. "Will that be all?" he wondered.

He waited out nearly a full minute of more of their compulsive giggling. It was worth his while, as their humongous naked breasts leapt and bounced so much.

"For God's sake, let's save some for the clients, Mr. Hart!" teased Miss Hooker.

Gunnar cleaned himself up quickly, reslung himself back to his original surreptitious modesty, and stepped out. The agency betrayed no realization of what had just gone on; the bureaucracy went about its determinedly dull way.

He still found it all hard to believe. Was he really a gigolo now?