Maybe We Can Help Each Other Out

Guys, when a babe rolls in with a full-package gift certificate, we crank it up a notch, treating her better than any cash-paying regular. But damn, when I peeled back that flirty little palm dress Nina was rocking, I couldn't keep my hands off her. She'd been crashing on the floor, stress knotted up in her lower back like a bad twist. I worked that out, and next thing you know, she's begging for my palms on those perky round titties of hers. Hubby bailed, snatched everything—including the damn furniture polish! So I stepped up, promised to hook her up with some new pieces. In return? A sneaky under-the-table deal. Gotta say, this chick's smoking hot; I let her take the wheel on the bargaining. Ended up, she gave me the ride of my life. Little did she know, it was all on the house.