Work out a deal

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'You're asking a lot here, blondie,' you say cautiously, wondering what kind of hood-wink the woman's trying to pull. 'How do I know I'll ever see my money once the job's done?'
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'You're asking a lot here, blondie,' you say cautiously, wondering what kind of hood-wink the woman's trying to pull. 'How do I know I'll see my money once the job's done?'
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'The name is Estelle,' the woman says. 'Not blondie.' She takes another puff off her cigarette, then drops the half smoked butt into the glass of scotch. "I suppose you want some sort of collateral?"
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'The name is Estelle,' the woman says. 'Not blondie.' She takes another puff off her cigarette. 'I suppose you want some kind of collateral?'
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You shrug. You could take it or leave it, doesn't matter to you. You sure as hell aren't going to get bamboozled into doing her a favor just because she's a looker.
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You shrug. You could take it or leave it. It doesn't matter to you. You sure as hell aren't going to get pulled into doing any favors just because she bats her eyelashes at you.
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She stood up slowly, pulling the mink stoal from her shoulders and lying it across the arm of the chair carefully. She reached behind herself and grasped a zipper at the back of the dress, tugging on it.
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She puts down her cigarette and stands up slowly, pulling the mink from her shoulders and setting it down on the table in front of her. With a fluid motion she shimmies out of her dress, letting it fall to the carpet. She steps out of it and comes around the desk to give you a better view. 'I'm sure we can work something out...' she drawls.
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"I think we can work something out, Detective," she says, a soft smile playing at her red lips. She pushed at the fabric clinging at her shoulders until the dress fell to her waist. She wore a lacy black bra that covered her soft white flesh, her breasts large and perfectly rounded, drawn together to a lovely line of cleavage.
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She stands, one hand on her hip and a cool smile on her lips. Her meaning is clear. You're alone in the office. George won't be back for hours yet. But your instinct tells you this won't end well...
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She grasped the dress and pushed it down over her shapely hips, letting it drop to the floor. She wore a black pair of satin panties covered with a black lacey garter, which in turn were fastened to a thigh pair of black stockings that lovingly clung to the shape of her legs.
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[[ND/Have her pleasure you orally|Have her pleasure you orally]]
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"What can I do to convince you to help me?" she asked, placing her hands on her hips and giving you a sultry look.
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[[ND/Do it on the desk|Take her then and there on your desk]]
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[[ND/Reject advances |Reject her advances]]
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[[Have her pleasure you orally]]
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[[Have her bend over your desk]]
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[[Have her strip off her things and dance]]
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[[Category:Noir Detective]]
[[Category:Noir Detective]]
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[[Category:Chapter 1 - The Blonde]]

Current revision as of 03:57, 27 January 2017

'You're asking a lot here, blondie,' you say cautiously, wondering what kind of hood-wink the woman's trying to pull. 'How do I know I'll see my money once the job's done?'

'The name is Estelle,' the woman says. 'Not blondie.' She takes another puff off her cigarette. 'I suppose you want some kind of collateral?'

You shrug. You could take it or leave it. It doesn't matter to you. You sure as hell aren't going to get pulled into doing any favors just because she bats her eyelashes at you.

She puts down her cigarette and stands up slowly, pulling the mink from her shoulders and setting it down on the table in front of her. With a fluid motion she shimmies out of her dress, letting it fall to the carpet. She steps out of it and comes around the desk to give you a better view. 'I'm sure we can work something out...' she drawls.

She stands, one hand on her hip and a cool smile on her lips. Her meaning is clear. You're alone in the office. George won't be back for hours yet. But your instinct tells you this won't end well...

Have her pleasure you orally

Take her then and there on your desk

Reject her advances

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