From: SAAVIK              
To: ALL                 
Subject: Tampa          
Date & Time: 04/02/91 21:29:23
Message Number 14567

The bed moves and the sheets rustle as Korelyan sits up and moves to 
the side of the bed. He glances over his shoulder before reaching down 
retrieve his pants from the floor. "Thank you, Tampa." He chuckles. "Now
I can face daylight." 
Slipping up behind him I press my naked breasts to his back and hug him.
"You're welcome, Love." I coo.
I watch him as he dresses and combs his hair, then slowly I began to 
dress myself. I pretend I don't notice that he is watching me out of 
the corner of his eye. He can't possibly know how much his attention 
turns me on. 
"I'll see you downstairs, Babe." He tosses before walking out the door. 
After he has gone, I lay back in the bed, my shirt still unbuttoned, 
unwilling to leave the warmth and contentment I am feeling. But I know
I must. Finally, hearing doors closing in the hallway, I drag myself out
of bed and face the task of showering and drying my long fur. I wish
that I was more like Korelyan. It takes me an hour to groom my long 
coat. 
Showered, dried, combed, and dressed in a clinging floral sarong, I 
venture out into the hallway. The others are all ready dressed and 
wandering down to the parlor. Robert and Shandra have already hustled 
all of the "over nights" out into the main bar and the maintenance 
crews are just finishing up with the mess from the night before. 
Korelyan and I insist the brothel is kept clean always. 
I make my morning rounds quickly, making sure that every one of the 
Tutes [short for prostitute] rooms have been straightened, beds 
changed and everything ready for a new day of business. There are 
12 rooms all together. I have both male and female Tutes as the Den
is geared for the pleasure of everyone. Each employee and each room 
has something unique, yet I take pride in the versatility of our little
brothel and it's Tutes.