"The women are encouraged to choose their own sets, their own clothing, and their own partners. Sure, it is a job where they basically are signing up to be wanked about, but, some of them see that as a payoff too, being seen as desirable. I see a lot of them swagger, especially if the sales of the mag with their shoot in it are good? They can get insufferable."
He chuckled.
"I guess maybe I do change things. I like people being happy at what they do. People with bad attitudes, or long suffering ones, or even just annoying ones, don't last long there. I want there to be a good feeling. There is no reason why someone cannot enjoy this life. Nudity is nothing shameful, nor is sex, and even if I stutter, and blush sometimes, I still think these women are and should be proud to be desired and wanted. It should not be their only goal, or their main one, but I don't see anything wrong with wanting to be wanted."
There was almost, but not quite a sad note in his voice at that last and his eyes went vague before he shut up and snapped his attention back to her.
"I am sorry. Here I am going on about work. How have you been? How are things for you?"