Maybe We Can Help Each Other Out

Listen up, when some broad walks in waving a gift cert for the full treatment, I make damn sure she gets taken care of—way better than the regular paying crowd. But the second Nina shed that palm-print sundress, my hands pretty much demanded an introduction. After I worked the knots out of her back—poor thing had been camping on the damn floor—she was practically begging me to move up north. Her tit's were warm, heavy, and clearly starved for attention. Bastard husband cleaned her out, right down to the furniture polish, so I floated a little trade: I’d put some pieces back in her living room if she gave a little something in return. Didn’t take much arm-twisting—girl’s got legs that could make a priest forget his vows and she handled the negotiating herself. Climbed right on and gave me the ride of my afternoon. Thing is, she thought she was paying the bill; sweet piece never guessed the meter wasn’t running.