I lick my lips hungrily as my eyes travel up and down your body. Definitely better than the manly women who normally come into this place. Your voice is cold, and nervous, as if you just realized that you are the only woman in this bar with many large, hard men. I reach into my back pocket, pulling out my wallet, "What's the price for an hour, sweet thang?"
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I love it when a girl talks dirty. My favorites are, No, Stop, Please, and You're Hurting me.
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