If not, then not hot girl for blonde.
I carried the contract in a slim leather document pouch.
I hadn cared about hot girl for blonde Bills and Deimos problem with entertaining the Phobos reps until he told me about their list of requirements for the evenings amusement.
The woman had to be depilatoried, 5 feet 6 inches tall, 110 to 120 pounds in weight, and have natural red hair and green eyes.
She needed to possess a toned body and a large, sensuous mouth with full lips.
I froze when I heard the description.
If they had added a Tigger tattoo on the left hip bone, that wouldve described me right down to my clean-shaved snatch.
Bill saw my hesitation, and played his trump card before I could even voice an objection.
He knew I had slept around behind his back last year but had, I thought, forgiven me for my indiscretion.
I hadn loved Eric, I had loved the excitement gleaned from doing naughty things with him.
And Bill had gone away on business for almost three months!
Didn I have needs to satisfy?
Bill had forgiven, but apparently he hadn forgotten.
Now he threw the episode back into my face.
If I could fuck around on him, he maintained, I could certainly fuck around for him.
My protests fell on deaf ears.
What could I say, really?
To him, I had proved myself to be a faithless whore.
No, not just a whore.
An incredibly stupid whore.
Smart ones at least got paid for spreading their legs.
Only dumb cunts like me would give up the ass for free.
My entire future lay tucked under my arm, swaddled in a couple of pounds of black calfskin.
I stopped in front of the gleaming oak door, using its high-polished surface as a mirror to adjust my hair and clothes.
I wore black strappy sandals hot girl for blonde, leopardskin print Capri pants, a silvery-white, midriff revealing halter with hot girl for blonde a high neck, and a smile.
