<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/f3/6f/09/f36f09bc623979bf3d4a4d2dabd81153.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Billie Tucker (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12378952#msg12378952)<br/><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong>San Francisco | 8/6/17| 10 p.m.<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Shorts and Tank Top | Sandals  (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/78/16/71/781671e6c2ca0efdc18939663afd20f5.jpg)<br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong>Ryan 'Private' Murray (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12379624#msg12379624)<br/><strong>Content:</strong><em>Making Money</em><br/><hr/><br/>The corners of Billie’s eyes crinkled, lipstick coated mouth threatened to form a smile when Ryan did not hesitate to take her hand. Though she understood the Wildlings were without pretentiousness and roughly bred, it was a refreshing change of pace to her more recent clients, who needed to be stripped of their inbred sense of entitlement and arrogance.<br/><br/>Though she would perform with the same level of enthusiasm regardless, making his porno inspired filth into a reality, a tiny portion of her hoped he would not disappoint and turn out to be an absolute bore. From what she could recall from murky memory, he concealed a rather muscular form underneath his leather jacket.<br/><br/>Most prostitutes did not have the illusion of choice when it came to their clients. They spread their thighs for every Tom, Dick, or even Sally who requested or more accurately demanded it of them in order to keep food in their stomach or a roof over their head. Even more pressing, there was the known fact that not all of their earnings went into their own pockets. No such person existed for Billie, at least not anymore. Still, she held onto the same practices of her younger days, not turning away someone for their appearance. Bill collectors had little patience or sympathy for excuses. Tears only served to agitate them. So she screwed the old, obese, and so forth as long as they could afford her services. It was a rare treat though when she met someone with nice packaging.<br/><br/>She savored the brief feel of his hand around hers, calloused fingers warming her skin more than the thick humidity clinging to the air. His touch exerted enough strength for her to be reminded of his profession. Withdrawing her hand, she dropped her hand back to her plate, picking up yet another rib to bring to her mouth.<br/><br/><em>Some trouble back in Boston that I'm avoiding.</em><br/><br/>“Mmph,” she grunted in response, mouth occupied with the task of chewing meat, when he answered her question about how long he would linger around California. Faint curiosity flashed across her expressive blue hues when he revealed the reason behind his presence being related to trouble. Her interest did not spur forth due to an infatuation with bad men, though she always seemed to attract them, but self-preservation. Billie did not want to be in the midst of polishing his cock with her mouth or pussy to find herself caught in the middle of a gun standoff or dragged off him by the local boys in blue.<br/><br/>“I don’t need or want to know the details,” she stated calmly and lowered the remaining bone into her plastic plate. “But whatever sent you running from Boston isn’t going to make itself known tonight, is it?”<br/><br/><em>About that sitting though...</em><br/><br/>She laughed abruptly when Ryan challenged her preference with an assertion of his own. “Well, maybe I haven’t been riding on the right type of bikes. Doubtful; seeing as I have been on a few. I’ve been proven wrong before though. It was a while ago but it still counts.”<br/><br/>No longer interested in her plate, not that much remained atop it, Billie pushed her food away and then reached over to grab a few napkins, using them to clean off her hands and face. It was only then did she realize some water and soap was essential. About then, Ryan decided to get himself some food as well. Without bothering to explain herself, she rose up from her chair and grabbed her plate as well. A quick glance around the room allowed her to spot the trash bin. She headed over in its direction, dumping her food within it, and then made a beeline for the ladies room. Since she was in there, she went ahead and took a quick piss as well. After emerging, her gaze immediately went back over to the table, checking to see if he bothered waiting for her return or not. She would not be sore if he turned his attention elsewhere.<br/><br/>“I have returned,” Billie announced softly as she sat down beside him, lifting her leg to drape across his lap. “There’s a motel nearby if you’re interested in more than a quickie. If not, I’m sure we can find somewhere else. Your choice.”<br/>