Slowly, Sofia got up. Stretching a bit so Danny could get a better look at her boobs, she walked back over to the bar to return the bottle of vodka, making sure to add enough jiggle to her walk. She knew Danny couldn't help but admire her curvy ass. It took every ounce of willpower for him to avoid stiffening up.
Sofia walked back over to the couch, placing a hand on Danny's thigh. "So tell me, honey, is there a Mrs. Bishop at home?"
"Um, not anymore. It was a mutual split. Kate's a doctor at St. Mark's. I wanted a wife who wasn't a workaholic, and she wanted a husband who wasn't getting blowjobs from her best friend on a daily basis."
"Such a goddam pity." Sofia lit a cigarette and took a long drag off of it. "So, anyway, is there another form of payment we could work out? I could give you and your 'friends' access to some of the bimbos around here, free of charge. Fuck 'em, make 'em fuck each other in public, do whatever the shit you wanna with them."
"I guess that could be one way. Me and the guys have to meet 'em first."
"You're gonna have to prove your fucking skills in bed, though. Two of my girls just got out of the joint two days ago. Over the last 18 months, they been eating more pussy than a fat guy at an Asian buffet. Now, they're starvin' for some nice...fat...bratwurst." Sofia's hand had drifted up to Danny's crotch at this point. At the last three words, she gave his hard-on a hard jerk with each word, which she emphasized strongly. "Oops, is that your dick I'm grabbing?" |