More of the same with minor variations

When I hesitate, Alison smiles shyly. “Come on, Mr. P, tell me what you want. Help me be the perfect little **** for my demanding new master.”

“All right, Angel.” I concede far too easily, “I've already had a chance to be the brutal pirate ravishing the proud heiress captured on the luxury star liner. So, for this Saturday I'll try something different. Perhaps a young bride on the way to her wedding on some distant planet?” My choice seems to meet Alison's expectation.

“Ooo, I like it, Mr. P.” Her pretty hands rub together in anticipation. “And who are you? A jilted suitor, a heartless slaver, or maybe a trusted family friend who has decided to take this unsuspecting bride for himself?” Her fertile imagination has no trouble offering up all sorts of possibilities. “Maybe a rival lord from a different planet who wants to break the political alliance by defiling the innocent bride?”

“No, I think I'll be a rough-and-tumble independent ship's captain, you know, a Hans Solo type.” I find myself getting into this scenario of ours, “Perhaps our promised bride is unhappy with her arranged marriage and stows away on my beat-up free-trader to try to escape her fate.”

“And this rogue Captain, Mr. P,” Alison inquires with a deliberate innocence, “is he an understanding type when he finds a nobleborn stowaway hiding in his hold, or does he make her pay for her passage with her pure, unspoiled body?”

“What do you think, Angel?” Alison gets an almost predatory look as she gets up and heads to her wardrobe.

“I think we both know what a man like that would want from a beautiful young woman who falls into his clutches, Mr. P.”

There is no doubt in either of our minds that this rogue would deflower the innocent bride-to-be, but Alison makes it clear that this will not be a sweet romantic interlude. “A proud Imperial maiden like that is not going to just spread her legs for a lowly scoundrel, Mr. P.” Alison wags her finger at you teasingly, “You're going to have to be very firm with that stowaway if you want to turn her into a compliant ****-girl to pass the time with on your ship.” From the back of the closet, she pulls out what looks like a pink sleeveless prom dress covered in sequins and a white corset that a high-class hooker might wear. She holds up the two garments one at a time giving you a preview of what you might expect on the weekend.

“She doesn't know anything about pleasing men, Mr. P.” Alison whispers conspiratorially, “you'll have to take that innocent beauty again and again until she learns what a man expects from a pretty girl like her.” As she speaks, she slips into the pink dress pulling it up. The dress flares out below her hips and ends just above her knees. Not that she looks any less sexy; if anything, the way her young tits bulge from the garment is even hotter than seeing her nude body. “Is this the type of look you were hoping for, Mr. P.” I nod in approval.

“I can't believe you even own a dress like this.” My sexy tenant looks sexy as Hell. “Your parents let you wear this to a dance?”

“Oh no, of course not!” Her giggle makes me smile, “I bought it from Tina last year for the Easter Dance, but then I didn't have the nerve to actually wear it.”

“I can see why.” I run my eyes over her lovely shoulders. “It practically begs your date to pull it off you.”

“You're so bad!”

With a grunt of amusement, I climb to my feet and close the gap between us. “Damn, Angel. You look so hot like that I might be able to do you again if you give me a few minutes to recover.” My answer must hit the right note, because Alison takes her lower lip between her teeth momentarily before sending me off with a gentle jibe.

“Save your strength, Mr. P.” Her eyes sparkle with excitement. “You're going to need it.”