"Fuck off," she told him, still glaring after the car that had driven her here.
"Fifteen bucks," She muttered. Now what was she supposed to do with that?
She turned, and the giant casino hotel all but smacked her in the face. Ah. right. That. With a little luck, or the right sucker, she could turn that fifteen into a bundle of money. Except...
"Fifteen," she repeated again, glumly. "No one can make a fortune out of fifteen dollars."
"How about fifty, then?" a voice asked, making her jump. The weaselly guy who'd just propositioned her stood beside her, his car apparently taken care of by a bellhop.
"I told you to fuck off," she said, but with less conviction than the first time. Fifty would be better, after all.
"Alright, I'll turn your fifteen into a hundred bucks."
"Yeah right. You'd probably lose it and then I wouldn't have anything. Or you'd run off."
The man looked at her incredulously, then slowly dragged his eyes across her tits in a pointed manner.
"Yeah, I'm gonna run away alright," he said sarcastically.
Jessica perked up, realizing that she had another potential sucker right here.
"How about five hundred?" she asked, winking.
The man's eyes came up to hers. "For a couple of hours with you, sure. No limits on how much I cum, and I get to fuck you at two-fifty and five-hundred profit."
"A thousand for that," she countered.
"For a thousand I get a cut of the profits, an hour for every two hundred I win and anything goes."
"Yeah right, I'd only give you that for two."
"Alright, but I get ten percent commission and an hour for every hundred I make."
"Every hundred and fifty, and two and a half thousand," she countered.
"One-fifty doesn't divide into two and a half. Better make it three thousand. And I want one-twenty-five."
Deal!" she crowed, and the two shook, smirking at each other.
God men were easy, Jessica thought to herself. |