Thread: The Proposition ( Mr Quixotic & Xanaphia)

Jake was certain the offer would elicit a reaction, but how severe it would be, he had no idea. A scream, a slap in the face, a demand to stop so that she could walk the rest of the way? Maybe she'd even jump out whilst the vehicle was still moving? However, what he received was none of those, though the displeasure, or was it resignation, he perceived in her tone when she denied being a whore made it obvious what she thought of the question. That hadn't concerned the stock-broker at all in fact, he would have been more disappointed if she'd immediately jumped at the opportunity. Ready-made sluts were a dime-a-dozen. A nod of his head accompanied her repetition of the amount, before he deliberately pulled his gaze back to the road to allow her to contemplate the proposal without feeling pressured. The young woman was in a much better position to know the ways in which it could improve her situation than he. Jake made another turn, getting closer to their destination, then placed his foot on the brake pedal, and brought the vehicle to a stop on the side of the road. The engine still ran as he turned his body to face her. The last comment had pleased him. Neither a virgin, nor a hussy, by the sounds of it. The guys would appreciate a normal college-student, one they could fill with more cock in a few hours than she'd so far experienced in her entire life. Most importantly of all, the proposition hadn't been rejected outright. I know you're not a whore, and that's exactly why I'm asking His eyebrow raised, then as he leaned forward to open the glove compartment, Jake's gaze slowly and deliberately slid down her body. He took in her cleavage, the red lace of the bra he could just glimpse, her abdomen and skirt, then the leggings she wore making not attempt to hide the fact that he was already undressing her. I prefer real women, not those who make a living spreading their legs for money. Particularly women who are, as I believe you just admitted, not terribly experienced? There was a questioning expression on Jake's face as he lifted his gaze back up. In his hand, he held a bulging leather wallet, and opened it to withdraw two hundred dollars from a thick stack. With his piercing blue orbs locked on hers, he folded the money between his fingers, and decided that she might become freaked out if he convinced her to agree to accompany him to his apartment, only to be met by a group of strange men. Honesty at least partly would be the best policy. My buddies and I are holding a poker game, and we're looking for a waitress to serve drinks, and provide a show. He briefly wondered if she'd catch on to what that last entailed, but didn't pause to expand. That's what I expect. Whatever else, if anything, that is allowed to occur would be completely up to you. I'm offering two thousand an hour, and you're free to leave anytime you wish, no questions asked. Although Jake had no intentions of forcing the girl, or have her cry rape, that wasn't quite true there more ways to skin a cat than just the use of physical force. The full amount if you remain until day-break, however, if you're not interested, I simply compensate you for any offence caused, and we go our separate ways at Fifth and Broadway. Jake held out the two folded bills in his hand - a drop in the ocean compared to the bundle in the wallet which now lay in his lap -, and the friendly smile reappeared on his face. Two hundred dollars, or Fifty thousand. Your choice.