Belinda met up with some of the girls after her shift was over. It was surprising to Barry that they were so normal. Hiding it, by raising a glass to their entrepreneurial enthusiasm. They too, toasted him as Belinda, for not dismissing the job as beneath her.
It was disturbing how frank, they were in discussing the various clients, and any preferences they had for avoiding certain ones, or discouraging certain options they found uncomfortable. Belinda hadn't realised how much of an acting gig it was for so many of the girls.
As the evening went on, and the drinks flowed. It was Candy, real name Betty Wilson, who complimented her. Suggesting she had the looks to work more than the reception desk. It was an odd sensation, as she'd half-wanted the customers to compliment her. It added to her ability to sell the disguise. But, hearing the frank appraisal of her looks from Candy made her blush.
Unfortunately, Belinda was mortified, as the conversation turned now to focus on her, and her looks, her experience with men, and what she preferred in the bedroom. She started to drink more to cover her silences, inviting the others to guess her preferences, and tastes. It was revealing what she found everyone considered normal.
Mandy, looked her over intently, making Belinda wonder about her preferences. But, the explanation came, "I see we're about the same size. You could borrow some of my clothes." She said. Her eyebrows danced playfully, "Even some of the more risque ones, if you want..."
It was impossible to hide how innocent she looked. Thankfully, that's how they were taking her awkward silences. Sindi, the Cock-sucking specialist, seemed to be in a battle with Anal Annie, about who could make Belinda blush the deepest shade.
Belinda flushed crimson, at the suggestion. Desperate to hide her embarrassment. She was terrified of saying something that'd reveal she only had experiences as a man. Thankfully a bar tender arrived with another round of drinks, and gave her a distraction.