((Continued from The Slums))
*Loud music blares as she pulls up to the seedy shit hole, she turns the music off and sneers a bit* Classy, which room is yours?

*He slips out of her car and makes his way to the door, not turning back to see if she is following or not.* The Penthouse Suite *he teases then lights up another cigarette and holds up four fingers, indicating Room Number 4.*

*She'd parked and was right on Daisy's heals. That's right, whore, keep acting like like a stuck up Bitch, you'll see, oooh hohohoho you are going to see just how worthless you are. Karlie's grin is dark and menacing, she is going to have so much fun with this one*

*Karlie's led up to Daisy's little room. The lap top blinks orangey hues for it has been left switched on.

There's a duffle bag on the floor, some trampy clothes scattered here and there...garter belts, frilly skirts and a ridiculoudly garish fuschia boa.

On one table rests a bottle of Rum, a shot glass and an old Coke glass from Micky Ds filled with the stuff.* Make yourself at home, but don't touch anything.

*He takes the shot glass and fills it for her.* You a Rum drinker? *He looks at her emotionless then asks* so...whatcha want?  

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I'm a "What ever the fuck you got" drinker *She smirks and reaches out, taking the offered glass, she downs it and makes a face* Cheep shit *She sighs and sets the glass aside, looking him over* Watcha do? I mean, I've got some ideas, but I need to know what you're comfortable with. *Concern? Or just hoping to put him at ease?*

*He just shrugs at her comment* I found the bottle in the trash...thought you may like it *the look on his face does not indicate that that is true or false.*

Depends on what you're paying. *He sips at his Rum though the straw and looks down at her.*

*"Oh you fucking little snot, you little pissant Bitch", she frowns a touch trying very hard not to let her thoughts show on her face, so she turns that frown upside down and grins at him, takes a seat on the bed and crooks her finger at him in a come-hither motion* I've got a few thou. c'mere and show me what ya got, humm?

*One thing his mother taught him was money up front. He stands quite a few feet away from Karlie and sucks up a few more sips of day old Rum in a plastic cup. He looks at her though slightly narrowed eyes* Show me your Washingtons. *He says sharply.*

*And one thing she was always taught, not exactly by her mother mind you, was that you don't keep all your eggs in one basket, she takes out a roll of $20ies and waves them about* Thousand here in my hand, now strip *She gives a dark grin* and make it sexy baby. *She winks, and her mind gags, ew, did she just call this Bitch baby? Outwardly she seems to grin, her free hand runs her finger tips up her inner thigh, as if it turns her on to even think about Daisy stripping for her*

*He eyes the bills, he's doing jack shit to this wench if he doesn't get the cash first. Then he looks down at her revolting figure as she begins to touch her thigh...ew.* You know...*a frown as he shakes his head* don't...*he makes a face* do that.

*He holds out his hand* either gimme or fuck off, I ain't go all friggen day yanno.

*You can feel the love in the air.*

*She smirks and pulls out another bundle on 20ies* I'll give you half up front *And she loses the sweet smile* You better have something really good to earn the other two *She stops touching herself and almost sneers, his blood is hers. She tosses the bundles to the ground and folds her arms over her chest, lips twisting, as if daring him to argue with her*  

*There are many things he knows, shame is not one of them. He kneels down and picks up the cash. He moves to a dufflebag and sticks it inside after he has counted it, and having found it to suffice.*

You know, you could be real hot...*he raises his brows as he saunters over to her. His hands on his hips, looking down at her* ...if you didn't constantly have that sour look on yoiur face. Looks like you sucked a lemon.

*He hooks one slender leg on each side of the other, almost straddling her, then runs his fingers though his inky hair, making it stand out wildly around his face.* Name your poison, bitch.

*He can hear Lola's voice in the back of his head You don't have to like who you're about to screw.*

*Stick her..just stick her now and make her squeal like a pig. No Karlie just grins and lightly runs her finger tips up his thighs and waist* Let's see that body of yours, then maybe I'll get some ideas. *She tries to give him a good smile, one that isn't so "sour" looking* Maybe try to make me happy, at least for a couple hours, so I don't look so sour. *She nips her bottom lip and lets her head fall back a bit, her hands move back to support her as she leans back*

*Daisy just smiles* I'll show you mine if you show me yours. *With the fluid motion of a snake he slithers between her legs and trickles his fingers over the waistband of her shorts slowly undoing them.*

*She lays back now, moaning softly, then quickly her hands on his wrists before he has much of a chance undo her shorts* mmm, wait, let's start up top *She pulls lightly at him, trying not to alert him to the impending danger Her finger tips run up Daisy's arms and moves to his own top, pulling at it*

*He shrugs and hooks his thumb into the waistband of his t-shirt and painfully slow inches it up to just under the breastbone.* Ive never had big boobs *he utters* hope you don't like your ladies like Pammy *an impish smile*

*She giggles, might as well make him feel good and comfortable* Sweets, the smaller the better. I mean look at mine, not much bigger than a B cup, but they serve me well enough. Anything bigger than a C just gets in the face *She tries to lighten her mood and gives another smile, nails run down his stomach, her look now almost needing, as if she just wants him, all of him, but how and for what reasons?*

*A single-shouldered shrug* Boobs are over-rated, but some guys'll give ya more if ya got 'em *another shrug* dun' matter, I've learnt how to use my mouth good enough to meke them forget I'm flat. *He winks then begins to slip his top off slowly. The angry, exploding head glares at Karlie as the T lands on the floor. His scarf is still ever so securly wrapped around his neck, covering most of his chest.

Well-formed hands rest on his hips coyly, sloping hip-bone arching over pale skin. He looks down at her and nudges her with his knee.* Will you use your hands or shall I use my teeth? *Gesturing to her own clothes.* Yer paying, you have the last word.

*She giggles and shakes her head* I'll take care of myself, I wanna make you feel good *She licks her lips, trying not to mention just how flat Daisy is, I mean there's flat..and then there's this, oh well, she'll find out what's going on soon enough. She unbuttons, and unlaces her top, letting it pop open, but that seems to be all she's wiling to do right now. Her hands reach out and finger tips moves over Daisy's stomach, she moans a bit and closes her eyes for a split second, then up to him* Show me what you like, Daisy.

*Daisy raises a finely-plucked brow then scoots back once touched.* It's not about what I like, now is it? I'm not the one tossing Washingtons left and right *a playful smile as he shifts subjects and quickly switches on a tiny iPOD linked to speakers, some song from Death in Vagas spews forth, promising salvation and hell.* Let me dance for you?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f7oMqpjIYLk

*Quite possitive she'll say yes he begins to move to the music, or rather he begins to grind to it as the whore in him breaks free. With teasing gestures he steps further back, just out of touching distance and sways his hips left to right. Fingers tug at the waistband bringing his cheep pleather skirt down a few inches, fishnets poking though, along with the fine outline of some indescent scarlet thong.*