I met Aimee at a club. She looked hot. I mean the way she was dancing was too much. The girl had some moves that just let you know she could fuck! She had the moves but something about said, desperation. Could she be exploited?

I offered to buy her a drink instead and she agreed. I escorted over to the bar and she seemed to be keeping her distance as if she was thinking that I was just another guy that wanted her just for sex.

Of course, I did want her just for sex but for me no doesn’t mean, it just means, “How much.” Everyone has a price and you’d be amazed at for how little daddy’s little girl will turn in to a raging slut when offered cold hard cash. She ordered a Midori Sour and I got a rum and coke.