The Girls are your Playthings - Pull out the fifty.
From Create Your Own Story
"Come on," you say, pulling out a fifty and holding in front of the brunette. "I'm not too bad looking, am I? Easiest fifty bucks you'll ever make." The brunette blushes, and looks at her friend.
"No way," says the black-haired girl. "I told you to fuck off, creep."
You shrug, and you're just about to put the fifty away when the brunette suddenly says, "I'll do it."
She climbs to her feet, while her friend looks at her in horror. She's slim and lightly freckled, with pouty lips and her brown hair pulled back in a ponytail. She'd be the picture of demure innocence if it weren't for the killer double-D tits straining against her top. You grin and tell her to follow you.
"What the hell are you doing?" shrieks her friend, but the brunette just looks back over her shoulder and shrugs. You lead her to the toilets. They're small, single-room affairs. You take her into the men's and lock the door behind you. It's cramped and unclean - the walls are covered in tags and vulgar graffiti, there's damp toilet paper and dirt caked on the floor, and someone's pissed on the toilet seat.
