“I’m looking for work.” Darlene admitted with a shrug, giving up on trying to fool the sarcastic young man. “I’m bored, with my boy in college and we could really use some extra cash.”
“Ah…” Will rocked back on his heels as he considered the fine MILF at his side, “well, tell you what, I’ll help you out, ‘cause you’re a friend.”
“How?” Darlene asked eagerly, her blue eyes filled with gratitude and hope.
“Well, you aren’t exactly the type this place usually goes for. They prefer ‘em younger, coeds, not moms.”
“Hey! I’m still a good looking woman!” Darlene snapped indignantly, pulling away.
“Shhh! Do you want to get us in trouble?” Will asked irritably. “Follow me,” he commanded, before she could respond, and he led her into a nearby and empty (though not particularly clean) alleyway.
“I’m a good looking woman!” Darlene demanded again.
“Yes, but you’re older than they are, older than the owner usually likes and he’s also got a rule against implants in his club, so that’s two strikes against you already, but I can help you avoid a third.”
“My tits aren’t fake!”
Will looked at her dubiously.
“Really. Here, feel!” she demanded.
Will’s smile could only be described as ‘shit eating’ as the foxy MILF demanded he grope her tits. |