You look up again, and spot a goddess heading nervously in your direction. She wasn't kidding in her ad when she said, "Hot, sexy and slim". The fact that her blonde hair is almost as short as a crew-cut doesn't detract from that either. Neither does the fantastic rack that just out from her chest – neither overly large, nor too small. You can't wait to get your hands on those gorgeous tits.
To ease her apprehension you slip a hand into your jacket pocket, pull two hundred-dollar bills out of your wallet and wave at her with the money between your fingers. She realises that its you at that point and crosses the rest of the distance between you much faster.
Before she can say a word, you slip the cash into the low neck of her top (she's wearing a white dress-shirt buttoned halfway up over a white cami with no bra, a tight, ass-hugging pair of black denim jeans and a pair of low-heeled slip-ons – obviously she hadn’t started work yet...) Unable to resist playing the conspiratorial just a little bit more, you merely say, "Follow me" before starting to move off towards the coffee shop you planned to have your little talk at. |