Work out a deal
From Create Your Own Story
"You're asking a lot here, blondie," you say cautiously, wondering what kind of hood-wink the woman's trying to pull. "Why should I trust that I'll ever see the other half of my money on the back end?"
The blonde seems to think for a moment. "My name is Estelle," she 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?"
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.
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.
"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.
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.
"What can I do to convince you to help me?" she asked, placing her hands on her hips and giving you a sultry look.
