Work out a deal
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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. | 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 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 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... | 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... | ||
Revision as of 13:05, 15 September 2015
'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...
