Dax chewed on her bottom lip as Loran joined her and gave her rear end a nice firm smack. The tight leather did little to deflect the impact, and she jumped a little at the sudden sensation racing up the length of her spine. To Loran, the morning was fresh, but to Dax, it was already stale. There was no grogginess, nothing left but awareness. Of course, it was hard to draw her eyes up from her friend's ample cleavage, on display with all the subtlety of a rampaging tauren in an antique shop. Still, Loran wouldn't be Loran without making everyone in the room want to fuck her. She walked with the sort of poise to her body that would make a coiled viper jealous, ready to spring and devour anyone she wanted. Dax, certainly, had no problems being her victim. Oh, no. None at all.<br/><br/>"Who says we can't do both, yeah? I figure, we split our business up, and everyone gets ta' go home happy. Especially us, on a pile a' gold, bein' carried by a whole train a' hobgoblins. All tha' way to Booty Bay." She wiggled her fingers, and then stuck her tongue out. "I know yer capable of tha' other stuff. 'Course I do. Tha' payin' jobs are pretty dry right now, though..."<br/><br/>That was an understatement.<br/><br/>"Whereas all tha' tourists and locals who want ta' get their dick...or pussy...wet, never cease. Yah got a line formin' at tha' door." Dax playfully elbowed the side of Loran's large breasts, causing them to jiggle lewdly. "Yah can't argue with yer success, can yah?"<br/><br/>In the end, she let the fat ass comment slide...primarily because her ass was nice and fat, and partially because Loran's was even fatter. And it was beautiful.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>