Spike pointed to the Redhead.
"That one." He said into the intercom.
"It's rude to point." Jessie scolded.
The Redhead, as it turned out, didn't mind. She was smiling ear to ear.
"Maybe I should have mooned him, too." The Brunette said dejectedly.
"Lisa, you can go ahead to room 3, Spike will meet you there."
And Lisa the redhead skipped off, leaving her friend to console herself by browsing again.
Spike knew the drill. He went to the front door of his apartment, which opened into a translucent plastic room, about the proportional size of a closet. Jessie would detach it and carry it to the designated room. If there were any other men joining them, though Spike thought that probably wasn't the case this time, they would be picked up as well. It was fairly common for a woman to take multiple men, though usually they picked at least mostly lower priced men, and 1 or 2 from Spike's room. It was a strange experience; technically it was multiple men in the same sexual act, but it was tough for Spike to be uncomfortable with it, because half the time while he was doing his thing, he wouldn't even see the other men, they having been assigned to other parts to stimulate.
Jessie picked up Spike's transporter gently, cradled it against her ample chest with one hand and started off in the direction of the private rooms. Spike liked Jessie well enough, not least because her enormous breasts were currently jiggling against his transporter. She had joked that one day she'd like to sneak in a freebie with him while the top dogs were looking the other way. Spike didn't know if she actually planned on doing it, but he was perfectly willing. He so rarely got to spend any time with a woman that knew him, other than a few of his regulars, who didn't really view him as a person.
Jessie reached room 3 and locked Spike's transporter into the wall slot.
"Good luck" she said, winking as she pushed the button to propel Spike's transporter into the room.
Spike was curious if this was just her flirting with him, or if she saw something in Lisa that he did not.
"Redheads..." Spike muttered as his transporter finished it's short trip through the wall.
Spike now overlooked room three. It was largely empty, with a fair amount of floor space (for various uses) a dresser, filled with assorted props and toys, and stairs from his transporter to a king size bed, which Lisa already sit waiting on.
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