<span style="font-family:Amaranth">He released her slowly, and she found that she missed his touch. Despite what people thought about her, she hadn't had a <i>genuine</i> touch by a man-- or woman-- in a very long time. Sex was sex, sure, but she'd always thought it felt better when it meant something. Otherwise, it was more of a waiting game-- waiting for the guy to be done. It was obnoxious, and that way of thinking meant she got laid alot less than people thought she did. But of course, people were always going to think what they wanted anyway, so she didn't bother to correct them.<br/>
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At his smirk, she couldn't help but grin in response. "Two hundred and fifty? For kissing me?" Annie pursed her lips, pretending to think for a moment, even pressing a finger to her lips as she did so. "Well, I guess there's worse ways to earn two hundred and fifty dollars." She laughed, reaching up to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. She'd left the blonde locks down, though had a hair tie around her wrist like usual for if a bun was needed.<br/>
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When their phones chimed again, Annie looked down at hers at the same time he looked at his. Hers read: </span><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'">Stay with him while he tries on clothes.</span><span style="font-family:Amaranth"> Simple enough, and it'd earn her fifty bucks. Shrugging, she hit accept and glanced back up just as he snickered, turning his phone so she could see the screen. "Well, you see what I'm in." She held out her hands, glancing down at the red minidress adorning her body. "Most expensive thing here for girls, so it's only natural you'd have to do the same."<br/>
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He started removing his clothes and she gasped, spinning on her heel and turning crimson at the same time. "Whoa there, stranger." Biting her lip to keep from grinning like a fool, she cleared her throat and crossed her arms across her chest. "I'm Annabelle. Most people call me Annie, though."</span>