I introduce myself, and the well-endowed redhead replies that her name is Lisa Conlin, that she’s a dental assistant over on the West Side, and it was her day off so at least she wouldn’t be missing any work. But she adds that she doesn’t know how she’s going to pay her bills, and afford to get her car fixed. As she talks, my eyes roam over her body, and I note that the air conditioning has caused the redhead’s nipples to harden, and they poke against the red stretch material of her tank top.
“Maybe I can help” I say. “I’m a very rich man, and I’m always glad to help out a lady in distress.”
“Would you really! Oh, I’d be so grateful. Thank you so much!” Lisa gushes. She leans over and wraps her arm around mine.
Pushing a button to raise the privacy shield between the driver and the rear of the limo, I smile and say would you be so grateful that you’d take off your clothes and do whatever I ask of you?”
Her face flushes, and she edges away from me towards the door. “Are you some kind of freak?’
Reaching into my blazer, I pull out seven crisp hundred-dollar bills, and wave them in front of her. “I won’t hurt you, and if you find my suggestion offensive, I’ll have my driver pull over, and give you enough money to get you home.
“I don’t do things like that. I’m not some cheap slut. Just let me out.”
“Perhaps if I double the amount that might help you decide.”
“I have a boyfriend.”
“Two thousand dollars, and you spend the rest of the day and evening with me, doing whatever I ask.” She paused and moved slightly away from the door.
“Alright. But I’m not a slut.”
“Of course not. You’re just in a bind. I understand. Here’s your money, just as we agreed.” I take thirteen more Franklins from my wallet, and hand them to her along with the seven others. Taking them from me, she counts them, and then stuffs them deep into her purse. “Would you like a drink?” I ask. Opening up the mini bar, I mix a strong dry martini to calm her nerves Taking it from my hand, she slides in close to me.
“This is too weird. Like a porn film or something.” She laughs nervously, and let out a short laugh.
“If it will help you relax, or get into the mood, why don’t you think of yourself as a porn star for the rest of the next twenty four hours?”
Reaching down to her ankles, she undoes the small straps holding on her heels and kicks them off. Setting her glass it the holder, she lowers her green eyes, looking down at her lap, and then looks back at me. Her hands move from her lap up to her generous breasts, and she pulls down the tank top revealing her large, pale breasts, and pulls on her hard pink nipples.
“I want to make them all hard for you.” She says looking into my eyes.
“Take off the rest of your clothes, and play with yourself. I want to see your pussy.”
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