Only when Narine heard the front door close and the deadlock bolt did she come out from her IT hidey-hole.

“Cheeky bugger,” Tisha said, leaning against the door as Narine crossed the lobby. “These bloody-minded gits all seem to think I’d jump at the chance to accompany them to their hotel rooms. I’m a hostess, not an escort!”

Narine wanted so badly to pin her girl against that door and kiss the worries away, but she stopped short. They’d be late getting online tonight if they wasted any more time. Better save it for the camera—their viewers paid big bucks because their connection was real.

“I’m sorry, babe.” Narine placed a hand at the small of Tisha’s back. “At least he’s gone now.”

“But it starts over tomorrow with brand new clientele,” Tisha sighed, arranging the magazines.

As much as Narine didn’t appreciate today’s straggler, he had one thing right: their facility’s webcasting capabilities made a welcome addition. Without that technology, she and her girl would never have come up with their idea for “Tisha and Narine’s Afterhours Fetish Party.” It was an online event their boss knew nothing about, held every night after the clients left.

The focus group room was already equipped with two cameras: one on the wall, the other a mobile eye that rotated in a circle like a garden sprinkler. The cameras’ real purpose was to capture focus groups and even get close-ups on participants’ faces. All Narine had to do was change a few settings and she and Tisha were ready to broadcast themselves online to paying customers.

Showtime!

They primped a touch and raced into the focus group room. Narine couldn’t keep herself from smacking Tisha’s ass along the way. She switched on the dual streams and followed her girl to the blonde wood table.

Tisha’s bright smile glazed her cheeks as she looked into the main camera. “Good evening and welcome to Tisha and Narine’s After-Hours Fetish Party.”