With all these new challenges and experiences, the one thing she was most proud of so far at Tiki Bar was that she hadn't committed an infraction that would land her in the Tiki Torment Room which she'd been hearing about almost from the first day. . But she couldn't seem to get rid of the nagging little feeling in the back of her mind that Marsha was waiting to pounce like a hell cat, waiting for her to make a mistake, a misstep, that would put her slap dab in the Torment Room. She had suspected since the first day of being hired by brown muscle man, the Hawaiian Kemo, that she was only a few tiny steps away from really messing up and giving Marsha an easy excuse to order Kemo to get the big key and unlock the room and have her hauled in there. Oddly, part of her wanted to make a big goof and end up in the punishment room, just to get it over with and then she could move forward with a clearer, more relaxed mind without constantly worrying about the lurking possibility of such a calamity. Her darker side was curious to find out exactly what went on in there. What exactly happened to bad cocktail girls? Was it like a "time out" in school, when the teacher put you in "detention" for chewing gum during class or using naughty words? Or was it something worse?

"We've got a special customer coming in tonight, Tondelaya, you are to seat him at Station 6, over by the kitchen, way off to the side. He doesn't want to be seen by the other customers. His privacy is paramount."

As usual, Marsha was putting on her annoying Tiki "attitude", all superior and haughty and fake movie style. Barb noticed that when she was just hanging out with Marsha and Gil at their apartment, she'd talk "normal" with everyday lingo like "hiya" and "what's up, gal?" but once she walked through the front door of Tiki Bar, it instantly and almost biochemically changed for Marsha. When her shift was over, she'd revert to normal speech and talk like an everyday woman. This on/off switch sort of scared Barb a little, seeing her casual, waitress gal pal go all "tiki" and crazy and demanding in the dim bar environment. . It seemed like a switch was flipped the minute Marsha set foot in the joint and her dominant alter ego "Luana" kicked in. The bar was her stalking territory and she made sure Barb knew it.

She insisted beyond reason, beyond normalcy, on using her cocktail girl name and anyone who slipped and called her Marsha got her very meanest "go to hell" look. Especially Barb, who was still desperate to keep her new job and certainly didn't want to do anything to displease her "superior". As always, Marsha's unnaturally timid boyfriend Gil sat at the bar, sipping a weak little ginger ale drink. One time, she saw him order a Shirley Temple which is a drink for kids consisting of 7-up and maraschino cherry juice - he drank it right down like a stupid little sissy. But he said a Shirley Temple tasted good and was his favorite "bar" drink.

"Uh...yes. Okay. Station 6. Yes, Luana, I understand. . That sure is a hidden part of the bar, kind of dark. I hope I'll be able to see exactly what this customer wants, how he would like me to please him and suck him."

"Well, you'd better give it all you've got, little missy! He's a Hollywood big wig, more of a behind the scenes man with big connections. But that's the only thing big about him. His penis is incredibly tiny and small - only 1.5 inches. He's really a sub-micro. That's the information I was given yesterday by my deep insider personal contact at the movie studio. They send a lot of their ...uh...odd fellows to us here at Tiki Bar for sexual pleasuring that they can't get anywhere else, at least not without the reporters around this snoopy town finding out."

Wow, Barbara was so excited and nervous that a real Hollywood power man was gonna be sitting at one of her assigned stations, and he was a real micro micro penis man! Her favorite kind!

"If you fail in this cocktail sex assignment, be warned: you will be taking a fast trip to the Torment Room. Mr. X...you are to call him Mr. Brill...is powerful and wealthy and can get us shut down without blinking an eye if he's displeased.