Suspiciously Cheesy Motel

[kathy stl]

Going to the Club

ooc: Wow! Great. Damn, I used to be a stripper (for like a month ok) so maybe I can throw in some personal antidotes.

Ic: Things just weren’t right at this place. Since the moment the BMW broke down it was like the Twilight Zone. But KillerMuff had told me to get dress (why was I sitting around naked anyway?) so I would. And to be honest, I was trying to carefully pick something out that she might like. Or was I trying to please someone else in this weird cast of characters? Well whoever it was, certainly they would like this Vic Secret teddy, a nice pastel rose, push up cups, complete with garters and stockings (was this over kill? oh well) and my slip dress was sexy without being gaudy? Flats or heels? Oh had to be heels. Looking in the full length behind the bathroom door. Mmmmmmmm, not bad Kathy. Brushed up the hair a little and suddenly I even had a sexey edge to my look. Not a stock broker at all.

So I left the room and made my way down to the pool to wait for the Muff. And I admit it, I was feeling like a girl on her first date.

 

[angie girl]

Angie in Kepic’s Room

I was almost as surprised by his reaction as by my outburst. Sure he seemed confused, startled, whatever. But not angry, not knocking my ass back on the bed to finish up.

Yeah help me, I say softly wiping tears, sorry, it just started to feel too good.

Too good? You’re a crazy little girl aren’t you Ang? And I’m not sure I have time to figure you out right now.

It suddenly hit me what an idiot I was being. Too good? Fuck that. That, Angie Girl, was not gonna land you in this guy's heart. Standing up I come around to him as he sits on the edge of the bed. His manhood still at full attention. Thick and a little too long for me. But he could make it fit if he wanted. I knew how to grit my teeth.

Gimme five minutes? I say as I straddle his legs and let him lift my bare ass on to his lap. His hard-on rubbing along my naked pussy slit. Five minutes and you’ll still think I’m crazy, whispering in his ear as my hips raise up and I let him guide them right down on the fat head of that fuck tool, but then we will both feel too good. Biting his ear lobe. Feeling it enter me, slowly, using my knees to ease myself down, an inch at a time. My cunnie so dripping wet it went in easy, with my legs spread like this I was wide open for him, at first. Still nibbling at his ear, breathing into his ear. My hips bobbing up and down slightly on his fat dick. Each time he tugged my hips down he entered me another inch, and I felt my soft pussy taking him, stretching, felt my belly filling up with him.

Knowing one touch on my nipples and I would blow a giant wet orgasm on top of his dick. And knowing, one strong pull down on my hips with those hands, strong hands, and he could get that fat cock, all of it, up in my fuck hole. No matter how long or fat. Like I said, this guy might be worth gritting my teeth.

 

[Kepic]

Marcus

She suddenly wiped the last tear from her face, and gave a mischevious grin, straddling me, slowly working herself down about my cock.

I gasped, laying back, my hands on her hips, staring up into her eyes even as she stared back into my own.

We moaned in unison every time she sank another inch, and I traced my hands up her sides, to cup her breasts gently, spreading my fingers, stroking them, the tips of my first fingers just on the edges of her aureole.

 

[angie girl]

Angie Orgasm

As he laid back his hands pulled my hips down so I could feel his rock hard dick poking up into my tummy, starting to move vital organs around in there. But his hands, up my sides to my round titties, fingers lingering at the edges of my nipples. The blood pounding through my breasts and down into my belly. Nipples spiked like nails, my cunt leaking juice like a squeezed lemon. One touch, one touch. All I need on my nippies. A pinch and a twist, please, please, I wanted to beg. He made me wait.

Must have felt good for him up there, well all the better. He might wanna get back. But gawd at last, his fingers grasping my erect red nipples. Squeeze, hard, twist till I screamed. Him knowing I loved it, wanted it, knowing because my body released a flood of girl cum, slick clear cum pouring out of my fuck hole as his dick stuffed it up. He had to feel it, had to know what a rush of pussy cum was gushing out of me.

I screamed, I think, at least clawed his chest, shook my dark hair like a mad woman, gritted my teeth and begged him. Yes! Yes! Yes! Twist that tit! I cried, hurt my hot hard nipple! Coming, coming, fucking coming! Or words to that effect, I mean who remembers?

Knowing my cunt was gushing like a fountain had to set him off, it had to, had to. My eyes rolled up, I gasped as my creamy wet orgasm wouldn’t go away.

 

[Kepic]

Barely a few moments after my fingers closed about her nipples, twisting and pinching them, she came, clawing at my chest as she screamed aloud.

Again and again her body juddered as a fresh orgasm flashed through her brain, whited out with passion. Ten or twelve times she came.

I lost count towards the end as I become lost in my own animal needs, jerking up to meet her thrusts, grunting and gasping, grabbing at the hard swollen mounds of her tits, and digging into their firm tissue with no consideration for any pain my grip might cause.

Rolling about on the bed like jungle beasts, the pair of us scratching and clawing at each others bodies in a paroxysm of lust.

Finally I found my release, jerking spastically as a huge jet of sperm explodes from my twitching prick.

With an almost banshee wail, Angie reached another wracking climax and we clutched each others sweat soaked bodies close as our loins ground together to extract the last drop of pleasure from our coupling.

Exhausted at last, we lay twined together on the tangled sheets.

[Edited by Kepic on 10-16-2000 at 10:50 AM]

 

[angie girl]

ooc: we should do this real time sometime K. My underpants are ruined.

Recovering

The world started to come back into focus. From a white out to a fuzzy gray. Had that really happened? Had I screamed and clawed my way through one orgasm attack after another? I sat up gingerly, looking down at him on the bed. Ouch! Yeah, that had happened. Either he had just fucked me a new tunnel of love or I had played lead pin with my legs spread at a bowling alley. And no mistaking that squishy wet feeling up inside me. Yup.

We both looked at each other. Apparently unable to form words. Strange for me, gawd I must be wiped out, but I imagine he picked his words carefully. Men. So I tentatively stood, teetering, my thighs spread. You ok? He asks softly, not really concerned. I shoot him an Angie death look and wanna make a crack that he ain’t all that hot. Aw fuck, why lie? He knows. I’m ok, is all I manage. Maybe first time I have spoken only two words at a time in my life.

Limping to the window. Oh great Angie, realizing I am dripping a trail of semen and girl cum down my legs and on to the carpet. Can’t keep it in. He laughs, but not mean, still I shoot him a death look. Don’t worry babe, he laughs nicely, we don’t have to clean the carpets. Death look with a giggle mixed in. Doesn’t work. So I look out the window into the late dusk. Wondering what kinda place this no-tell motel really was?

Hey! I say, the beemer bitch is dressed to the nines, sitting by the pool. And the Muff is coming down the walk. What’s up with that?

 

[KillerMuffin]

OOC: I have written this damned thing 4 times now. Maybe I can actually get it posted? Grrr. Kept getting knocked offline.

IC: I slide on a pair of thong panties, shade white, a pair of faded and ripped jeans (knife fights can be a bitch on clothes, hope the scar doesn't show through the gaping hole on my upper thigh), and a light cotton cami that barely covered my breasts, also shade white. After checking my ass for panty lines, I slip on my steel toed combat boots, then out to the Caddy.

"Wake the fuck up!" I yell into the open window, scaring the piss, literally, out of Muggs. Or is it Pete? "The fucking spooks are on their way you idiots. Move the fuckin car too, you tryin to paint a neon sign for the cops or something? Didn't have enough fun with Bubba in jail?"

"Shut the fuck up bitch." Pete grumble, staring at my tits.

"Just do it." I snap.

Whirling, I go to the pool where Kath is waiting for me, looking as nervous as a virgin at a whores convention. A high priced, expensive virgin hooker. Saying soothing nonsense to her, I take her hand and haul her over to the strip bar. She keeps staring at my chest. Well, my dusky nips are rather obvious through the thin white cotton. I'd never been overly gifted with modesty.

The music is loud and obnoxious and a brunette is working her puss up and down a brass pole. Kath's mouth gapes in shock. I grin at the bartender, an older guy with thick ropy muscles and a leanness to him. The buzz cut told me ex-military. He caught me staring at his arm and flexed it for me. I licked my lips. Fuck yeah, I do him in a hot New York minute.

Kath starts to take a seat in the back, hiding in the shadows. Instead, I forcibly haul her to front row center, right where she can see every single little detail of the strippers most private places. The brunette grins at us, then bends over, pushing her rump against the pole, doing a little bump and grind. When she pulls away from it, there is a highly visible slimy wet trail on it. Kath's eyes are the size of silver dollars, riveted to the wet spot.

 

[Kepic]

Marcus

OOC: Angie... what can I say... hmm... 'yes, would love too?'... ... glad to oblige, as it were, lol! I'm still considering the Puppy Girl thread... I've got a bit on my plate anyway, and don't think I could do it justice at the moment.
KillerMuffin... I know what you mean... I write my stuff first in a text document now, then paste it in, I got fed up with rewriting things a while back, whenever I got knocked offline myself.

IC:
I got up, walking up behind her to look over her shoulder, and nuzzle her neck.

I saw Muff taking Kathy by a hand, leading her down towards the hotel's parking lot.

"Where are they off to?" Angie asked, probably more to herself than to me. I paused, undercover training taking over again.

"There's a joint across the way... a stripclub..." I said, "supposed to be pretty rauncy, too... not my kinda scene... unless I'm doing some business, and want a bit of noise and distraction to cover a deal..."

I saw Muff shout through the drivers window of the car parked in front of her truck, as she walked by, and the headlights went on. Looks like those two goons were moving out, anyway. Might have some time to check on those 'dogchow' bags... hmm...

[Edited by Kepic on 10-16-2000 at 01:21 PM]

 

[angie girl]

Tagging Along?

Hey? I looked back at him through my dark hair, is face nuzzling behind my ear as we looked out the window, you gonna split on me? You don think I got six dozen more ways to make your pot boil over? My left hand going back and nuzzling into his furry male parts. The unchained beast down there makin a proud effort to stand up despite havin pumped probably a months worth of magic male milk up my wet cunt about one minute earlier.

Still he seemed defensive, avoiding my question. Finally say he had to move now and I was naked. As he quickly dressed. Fuck you roscoe, I am thinking, grabbing one of his long shirts, buttoning up and wrapping a belt around me twice like it was a stylish shift dress. He gave me a glance. And I think maybe I had a hottie kinda look. In a waif sorta way. Giving him my best puppy girl eyes.

Shit Angie, he mutters looking for any excuse, no shoes? I dashed while he pulled his pants up. To the pool to nab my sneaks.

And the last fucking shirt you borrowed ended up trashed! Shouting at from behind. But I think I had him.

 

[KillerMuffin]

OOC: Never did tell ya whats in the darned bags. Symtek. Like C4 only Isreali make. I think Israeli makes it. I'ma bring in the buyers now, if someone wants to take them over, they are more than welcome to. Stats: two CIA agents purchasing some Symtek for activities they don't want to define. Can't use their own personal C4 cause thats all CIA is supposed to have. I have no idea in real life, I'm just making this up as I go along. Sorry its not drugs Kepic, I just don't do drugs and bootlegged booze is just too tame.

IC: The pulled up in and Escalde with blackened windows. Two of them climbed out, looking around suspiciously before advancing on the Caddy.

"You Muggs?"

"Yeah, who the fuck are you?"

"Where is it."

"I don't have the clear." Muggs said, hitching himself up. He grimaced, still sitting in a pool of piss. That bitch Muffin.

"Get it."

"Hold your fuckin horses." Muggs groused, dialing the cellular. The spook picked up his and dialed a number. He barked a few orders in a language Muggs didn't know, then changed his tone to smooth and silky. "Yeah boss, they're here."

The other spook glared at Muggs as if all the troubles in every 3 world shithole were personally Muggs's fault. Muggs glared back and wished that Muffin bitch and the two spooks would blow up with that shit in the bags.

"The funds have been transferred." The spook with the phone said. He turned to his partner and frowned. "Do you smell something?"

"Piss." His partner grunted, glaring at Muggs all the while.

"Amatuers."

"That Muffin bitch." Muggs growled.

"Muffin?"

"Short little bitch, brown hair and pissy attitude. I'd like to choke her while I'm fuckin her."

The spook laughed. "Only in your dreams."

"The shit is in the dog chow bags in the back of that stupid hick truck over there. Can't miss it." Muggs grumbled, then leaned back and closed his eyes, dismissing the spooks.

"Is it all there?"

"How the fuck should I know? Do I look like your fucking accountant?" Muggs was pretty proud of himself for that one. His shit eating grin was cut off by a hand on his throat, squeezing. Muggs clawed at it in panic. Pete started cussing, that useless fuck.

"If it isn't, I am going to kill you."

"Its there! Its all there! I swear it is! That Muff bitch is in the Bar across the street! She's fuckin responsible for the shit!" Muggs wailed. He closed his eyes, feeling another rush of warmth.

"He's pissing himself. Again. You're pathetic." The spook threw Muggs away and went to load the dog chow in the back of the Escalde.

 

[Kepic]

Marcus

"A pair of damn suits" I grumbled quietly to myself, "looks like government, F.B.I., probably... C.I.A., maybe... what are they up to?..."

I squinted, but couldn't make out the plates. Moving to a better vantage point would only draw attention to myself. Perhap's not knowing though would be the smart move, in this case.

"Whats going on?" Angie asked, as she came back over, wrapping her arms about my waist, looking over in the direction of the cars.

"No idea. Might be best if we steer clear of them, though. Dark suits usually means more trouble than blue uniforms" I said, "and I ain't looking for any trouble... least, not that kind of trouble..." I added, giving her a squeeze, "six dozen?"

She giggled, as we headed back into my hotel room.

 

[angie girl]

he squeezed my thigh and took me back in the room...

well seven, I say, but the last dozen are illegal in this state...

ooc: and Kepic? do you think I should finish Puppy Girl?

 

[Kepic]

Marcus

"There's a lot of things illegal in this state... doesn't always stop me, though" I said, with a grin, "maybe it's time we talked about that? Computer hardware and software isn't my line of business... but I think you already know that..."

 

[angie girl]

thought you said import/export? and hey, I may look like I'm twelve but I didn't just fall off the turnip truck, so I figure your trafficing, I got no truck with that. You and the Muff a team? I got a little shit I'd love to unload too. Primo stuff you can step on a few times and make a killing.

Suddenly I was not liking the look in his eyes. Thinking of my stash sitting out on the tops of the tires of the bitche's beemer.

 

[Kepic]

Marcus

"Angie... you'd better sit down" I said, "in fact... I need to, myself..."

She sat beside me on the bed, looking puzzled.

"What is it, Marc?" she said.

"I'm no drug dealer, Angie... I'm a detective..." I replied.

"What?" Angie said, now looking shocked.

"I know what I should do, what my job tells me to do... but I can't... Angie... I..."

Now I was the one with tears forming in my eyes, "look, I think... we can work round this... I can't turn you in, I... like you, Angie... more than like you... but I can't let that stash of yours hit the streets... do you understand?... we can work round this..."

Her mouth was agape, but she didn't look like she was about to get up and run.

"Oh, Marc" she said softly, after what felt like several minutes, "is that even your real name?"

I nodded, "Detective Marcus Ledwich" I said, softly, "we must be able to work something out..."

 

[angie girl]

jail

ooc: Ledwich? Ledwich? well the first thing we have to work out is changing your name! apologies if that is really your name Kepic. Ledwich? how about Milosovich?

ic: I actually thought I might puke. Felt like I had been hit that hard. Sitting back on the bed, drawing my heels up under me, tugging the shirt down trying to cover myself, suddenly nervous about everything. He fucked me just to bust me, was my first thought, and now I've toll him everything. I am so going to jail. So. Looking at him in wide eyed confusion.

But, but, if your a narc what can we work out? work out? you're following me? how? I just fell on this stuff, don even know where it came from, not even sure whata do with it? how did you find me? why did you hafta fuck me? let me fuck you? so you can tell your narco budds about the dimwit broad you stuffed and busted?

Me getting mad now. Big tears, body shaking all over. Angie not know for controlling her emotions. Suddenly I am all over him, pushing him back on the other bed, punching, trying to get a bite out of an ear, getting a lot of good solid rabbit punches in his belly, him hard and taking it. Till he pushes me off, flips me face down and just about sits on me. The shirt opened and pulled up over my hips. Tits and ass everywhere.

I hope you ripped your fucking shirt! I scream, then sobbing into the bed covers, shit, shit, shit Marc! I'm to cute to go to jail! what will they do to me?

 

[Kepic]

"I... I can't turn you in, Angie..." I said again, "And I'll do everything I can to make sure you don't go to jail... look, I could say, just grab your stuff and leave... I'll forget about you, if you want... though I don't think I could ever forget you... I don't want you to leave..."

My mind didn't catch up until the last few words came out-

"I think I've fallen in love with you"

By which time, it was too late. Those words hit me a lot harder than she had. What scared me most, was I felt the truth in them. She stopped struggling, stopped sobbing.

I'd fallen in love with a dope smuggler?

What would the boys back in the precinct say about that?

 

[kathy stl]

The Club

I just couldn’t stop staring. This dramatic blonde with the big jutting tits had just wiped herself all down the silver aluminum pole. Every man in this filthy joint seeing her pussy froth glistening on the pole, and on her thighs. Me sitting upfront stage side, Muffin told me to stay put, so I stayed put. Somehow I knew I couldn’t have moved if the joint had flooded and Noah came to collect me. I was riveted to the girl on stage.

I wanted to be that girl. I wanted to have that girl, no, I wanted that girl to have me. And I wanted it now.
Just as two burly men sat on either side of me and stage side filled up as if sensing a kill at the water hole. (ooc: watering holes is what some strippers call the stages, since the males gather around them as if for dear life. Ask me what the killing fields are someday.)

Hey babe, one guy next to me says as the blonde flips her hipbones side to side, keeping her shoulders perfectly still, like there is a ball bearing in there somewhere.

Hi? I say timidly not looking at him. Wanna play a few dollar bills for us babe? He says, his buddy and him suddenly putting a mass of crushed dollar bills in front of me. Play? I whine, I am sorry, I just sat down here, I’m not sure about any of this?

Yeah we cin see that babes, he laughs with scotch on his breath and his clothes too I think, comm on stuff some bills in her panties, they’ll let another broad get away with a lot more than us, comm on, its our bucks ok? We er juss watchin.

But, looking up at my wonderful blonde leader, seeing her panties down around one ankle, uh, she isn’t really wearing any underpanties?

Yeah, he grins, we know.

But when I look up again there she is, big toothy smile, tits like missiles, a body like a barbie doll. Hooking her finger at me. As she picked me out to work. (ooc: ask me the sure fire ways to pick out which one to "work" sometime)

 

[KillerMuffin]

Sauntering up to the bar, I lean my back against it and check to make sure Kath is okay. Two guys have sat down next to her, staring up at the stripper.

"Whattya want?" The bartender growled.

"Keep an eye out on my friend, wouldja? She's a lil naive." I said. He snorted and turned away. I slapped a hundred on the shiny bartop. He stopped. "Like I said, she's a lil naive."

"How long?"

"Oh, bout 10-15 minutes."

"You got 15 minutes."

Leaving the bar, I wander along it's side to stare at the parking lot across the street. Muggs and Pete have managed not to fuck up entirely. The spooks are moving the stuff from my truck to some stupid SUV. Fuckin fundraisers.

After a few minutes, they slam the doors shut and drive off. Muggs and Pete peel out a few minutes later, fishtailing down the road.

After a brief chat with Tony concerning the plastic and the location of the detonators, I slam the phone shut and head back into the bar.

"My spot stud. Move it." I snap, dumping one of Kath's new friends out of my chair, then sitting in it myself.

 

[kathy stl]

Oh! Muffin! I gasp as she sits next to me. We don't have to leave do we? I have all this money to spend.

My eyes only able to stay off the tall blonde on stage for a few seconds at a time. Muffin looks a little miffed but maybe is settling in to relax? Gawd she has seemed uptight about something all day. And what a day!

Can we at least get a drink? I plead, the waitress said they are free for fems sitting stage front.

When I looked back the blonde was turned away from me, bending at the waist and looking back at me between her ankles. Oh my.

 

[KillerMuffin]

"Sure babe, we can stay awhile. Get yourself comfy. See how the other half lives, huh?"

I watched the blonde work the gaping Kathy over until it was time to switch dancers. This time an amazonian redhead pranced onto the stage. Kath's eyes were locked on the bright red curls between her legs.

"I'll be right back." I said, seeing the previous dancer saunter out, a little more dressed. I caught up to her. "How much for a lapdance? My friend over there could use a good one, if you know what I mean."

"Fifty bucks." She said, grinning. I forked the cash over. She crossed over to Kathy and tugged her up, pulling her towards the darkened back area, where the lapdancers did their best work.

 

[kathy stl]

The Lap Dance

Ok, sure I’ve heard of a lap dance in jokes or whatever, but to be honest, not really sure how they work? I mean do I dance? Or someone else? And why lap? But now Muffiness has bought me one and I am to embarrassed to ask the rules. Better just play it by ear. Not much choice really, I am between the Muff and this amazon redhead, being lead into a dark back corner. The redhead has as big a head of hair as I have ever seen, is sprouting boobs that would put the blonde to shame, and except for her nine inch plats isn’t wearing a stitch except a gold g-string. She must be six six in those heels and I feel like a little girl in my demure little dress and my carefully combed hair. Now to make things worse, or maybe this is part of a lap dance, we seem to have a little horde of men on our heels. And they are taking up chairs outside the rail around the lap dance area. Do they have to watch? I whisper to Muff nervously.

Shush girl! Don’t think about them, I paid half a C for this and I wanna see you get in there and enjoy it! Just remember what your learned using your tongue back at the motel. Now sit down.

Uh-oh. It suddenly hit me that "lap dance" wasn’t about sitting in a lap, but as in "lap it up". And I had a feeling it was the redhead’s "lap" was gonna get all the attention. But I faced the redhead, her tits right at eye level, and tried to blocked out the peanut gallery.

Les juss slip this off while we wait for the next song, sweetie, you’ll be more comfy. So she is suddenly unhooking my dress and sliding it off my shoulders and then off of me! But I obediently step out of it, balancing on my heels as the men watch, leaving me in my racey little teddy, stockings and heels. Looking like one of the dancers between sets.

"Red" sits me down as the song starts and before I know it her round bare ass is squarely in my face. Feeling myself blush beet red, not knowing where to look or what to do with my hands. Her slitty and puss hole covered only by her tiny g-string, and her "other hole" not covered by anything but a string. Yikes! They don’t expect me to "lap" that too do they?

Come on sweetie, Muff coos leaning from behind me where she has the perfect view, get in there and have some fun, or we’ll hafta take you back to the room and start all over again. Starting with the Mutt! Remember the Mutt?

She has to be kidding. I don’t want to find out.

ooc: I'll go ahead with the rest of the dance unless you wanna cut in Muff. I just got tired, or at least the fingers on my right hand did.

 

[KillerMuffin]

ooc: go right ahead Kathy, you're doing just fine.

 

[kathy stl]

On a Roll

Finding Out

My hands came down over her bare ass, fingers of one hand trailing further, down between her thighs till I was touching the gold lame of her g string. Oh wow. Pressing tentatively with my middle finger upward against her soft distended pussy mound. All the while she bent over shaking her monster tits for the gallery to oooh and aaaah about. But when they saw where my fingers were they got really interested.

Good girl, purred Muff. Red looking back at me giving me a wink. I am thinking that means don’t stop. So, I do it, slipping my finger under her tiny g-string, finding her fat mounds swollen and damp, so that my finger slid easily up inside her. I was finger fucking her, at a lap dance, with a dozen drooling men watching. But I pushed it in, then another till I had her on tippeytoes. Feeling good and warm up there, mmmm, gawd this was killin me.

Well somehow she got turned around, I must have taken my fingers out of her slit, but now they were back in there, but she was facing me, her rocket launchers square in my startled face. Go ahead darlin, she whispers, nobodies looking. Like hell. But I did. Sucked her big swollen nipple right into my mouth, good and hard, really went at it, feeling her get hot, the blood fill it, tip spiked up like a mail. This one then the other then back. Were those guys actually cheering?

She moaned into my ear as I licked and sucked her engorged titties and nipples. Yours are cute darlin, she says, ever think a gettin em done? Mmmuuupppff, is all I can say. Oh sweetie they’d be fantastic at like a double D? not like mine of course but you’re too small. You’d be dynamite babe!

Ul fink bouf ut, I managed to say with her tit in my mouth.

That was when the song ended. Or so Red said because I had no clue. The men jeered and complained. I’d do the next one for thirty, Red tells the Muff, whadaya say?

I looked back at my Muffiness. Eyes big and pleading. Please?

ooc: on a roll Muff, just let me finish?

 

[KillerMuffin]

Grinning, I turn to Kath's audience. "You heard the lovely lady, fork it over guys."

"What'd she say???" One of them demanded.

"They'll keep going for a hundred bucks." I said easily. "You wanna watch, you gonna pony up."

Hands charged to pockets and the inflated price was collected, and passed onto the red head. I winked at her and kept my original fifty. Men, they think with the wrong head sometimes.

"Go for it babe." I jerked my thumb at her audience. "They'll pay up plenty, don't worry about it."