allonblack
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Preston
Missy invited me into the room. I thought about challening her with another apple but I feared my mind was playing tricks on me and trying to create the illusion of someone with Christy's qualities that had just magically stumbled into my life.
I entered her room and slipped of my shoes as she headed to the bathroom to freshen up. I forgot how smalls these rooms were. Most were used by horny teenagers who worked minimum wage jobs all week to scratch up the $40 for a room. The owners took note of this and there was no furniture in the room except the bed. I didn't want to see overbearing so I just stood by the doorway with my arms folded, not taking an invitation unless one was given.
"Oh Missy," I said remembering something forgot I to tell her, I raised my voice a little so she could hear me in the bathroom. "I hope you don't mind doing a little modeling for me, I've got a trade show coming up soon and I'll need a hand model to show off some rings just so people can see how the gems sparkle, you know stuff like that, hope you don't mind." I cringed at the thought of slipping a ring onto her finger so she could model them. But buyers were weird, they wanted to see fake proposals to see how the ring would look being presented. So I knew against my better judgement I had to put my feelings aside and focus on business.
This is strictly business I repeated to myself and flipped on the tv. A porn movie was on. I gasped with embarrassment and mashed at the buttons on the remote fumbling with it trying to change the channel before Missy came out of the bathroom. "Darned teenagers" I said my frustration becoming obvious.
Missy invited me into the room. I thought about challening her with another apple but I feared my mind was playing tricks on me and trying to create the illusion of someone with Christy's qualities that had just magically stumbled into my life.
I entered her room and slipped of my shoes as she headed to the bathroom to freshen up. I forgot how smalls these rooms were. Most were used by horny teenagers who worked minimum wage jobs all week to scratch up the $40 for a room. The owners took note of this and there was no furniture in the room except the bed. I didn't want to see overbearing so I just stood by the doorway with my arms folded, not taking an invitation unless one was given.
"Oh Missy," I said remembering something forgot I to tell her, I raised my voice a little so she could hear me in the bathroom. "I hope you don't mind doing a little modeling for me, I've got a trade show coming up soon and I'll need a hand model to show off some rings just so people can see how the gems sparkle, you know stuff like that, hope you don't mind." I cringed at the thought of slipping a ring onto her finger so she could model them. But buyers were weird, they wanted to see fake proposals to see how the ring would look being presented. So I knew against my better judgement I had to put my feelings aside and focus on business.
This is strictly business I repeated to myself and flipped on the tv. A porn movie was on. I gasped with embarrassment and mashed at the buttons on the remote fumbling with it trying to change the channel before Missy came out of the bathroom. "Darned teenagers" I said my frustration becoming obvious.