Willow
Adult
Escort
She'll take it any way
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Post by Willow on May 25, 2010 19:32:35 GMT 1
Willow let out a short chuckle, ”You forget, Abraham, constant vigilance isn’t always possible,” there was a dangerous, yet distinctly suggestive, flash in her eye. She had him at his most vulnerable, there wasn’t a slim possibility of him being able to keep his guard around her all the time, especially when money exchanged hands, ”Wits yes, that won’t be the only thing you’ll have up when I’m around.”
Even when she wasn’t being paid, she couldn’t help but turn on the charm. You never know what it could lead to and she wasn’t a whore for no reason. She liked sex. Loved it even. She wasn’t about to pass up any chance of having it paid or otherwise. She didn’t have to be a working girl all the time; though it certainly was a benefit. Three things in life were certain: sex, money and death. And she didn’t plan on the latter any time soon.
”I would be no good at my profession if you didn’t,” she gripped the side of the desk lightly and leant forward in her seat, the loose material at the top of her dress was a wondrous thing. Now she remembered exactly why she’d chosen the little red number this morning. She smiled a toothy grin and ran her across the backs of her top teeth. Six more hours until her first client; god she really was a whore, it was all she could think about.
Sex and money.
And whiskey.
She accepted the glass gladly; ”Cheers,” she toasted as the two glass objects gently collided. She took a wilful gulp of the amber liquid before she settled the glass in her hand atop her knee. Her dress had ridden up showing more leg than she had originally intended. It was leg or cleavage, never both or you just looked tacky, ”Tell me,” she commanded, body angled towards him as she looked down to his seated self. It wasn’t often she got to tower above anybody, at least when she wasn’t in the position of power, ”What do you want?” she asked ambiguously.
He just made suggestion far too easy.
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