Thread: Keep telling yourself, "It's for the money"... (PsionicCuttlefish & Zero_Kyrael)

RE Keep telling yourself, It's for the money... PsionicCuttlefish ... I swung the door open ninety degrees, standing right in the middle of the entrance with my rugged male bulk, one arm reaching out to hold the edge of the door I just opened while the other arm braced on the door that was still closed, slightly 'blocking' the doorway. Probably gave me a more menacing look that I intended, but... FUKKIN' GREAT TITS! Damn, I had to keep my mouth closed to avoid drooling! Standing right there in my doorway was a criminally cute tiger-girl with a smokin' huge rack underneath her blouse. I was damn lucky that the first girl on my doorstep was already so big, but hell, I was gonna make her even bigger... assuming she didn't run away, of course. Well, I stood their in silence for several moments, me in my black pants and black vest with my buff brown-furred arms in full view and my cream-colored bangs partially hanging over my eyes, though they did nothing to hide me shamelessly looking the sweet tiger-girl up and down from head to toe with a slowly spreading predatory grin on my muzzle. Jesus Christ, but I was really hoping this hot bitch would be able to make the cut and last at least a month. Fucking this kitty for thirty days would do wonders for my boredom... I took in more details of the female before me, like the small black skirt she was wearing and her sweet-looking legs underneath, then the suitcase on the ground beside her. I couldn't wait to spread those legs open, and it looked like she brought everything she thought she'd need. Heh. She had no idea. I looked in her face, studying her eyes, her expression, the way she carried herself. I did still remember some shit I had be taught in the cutthroat world of business and politics, like how to carefully read someone at just a glance. She seemed...bright-eyed. And not necessarily in the fiery driven way either, more like...innocent, young, nave. Her head and shoulders were held high, like she had a high opinion of herself, but she didn't have the 'hardness' to her posture to back it up. Wait...I did specify a preference for a younger and less-experienced female to answer my ad, but....naaaaw, she couldn't be... I kept up the silence for several long moments, letting my masculine presence do the talking for me at first, before I finally opened my mouth. So...you must be here about my online ad. I stated confidently, in my low, smooth rumble of a voice. I finally relaxed my doorway-filling posture and reached out a hand with upturned palm towards her, while my other arm kept braced on the door, though now my elbow was hanging low instead of propped up. Got your documentation, I presume. I said, waiting for her to put the two official pieces of paper into my hand that I needed. Just needed to verify her age and that she had a clean bill of health. Not that I at all expected there would be any problem, if she had gotten this far to my doorstep, no way she came without either legit documents or some really convincing fakes, though she didn't look under 18 either. But hey, never skip the details. Read every contract, word-for-word, don't let someone pull the wool over your eyes. I'd been taught well, even if I didn't care to apply the lessons of my upbringing much.