<div class="floatleft">(http://s6.postimg.org/6cbu83e4h/Young_Silky.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Silky Levres, Age 16 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12373275#msg12373275)<br/><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong>St. Cloud, Minnesota | I-Hop | January 2014 | 11:30 p.m.<br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong>Wyatt Colton Faulkner (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12370769#msg12370769)<br/><strong>Content:</strong>On the Run, Not so Fun<br/><hr/><br/>"Yea, it's pretty cold out..."<em>'Where do you work?'</em>The obvious followup to the mention that she was here for work. It really just compounded how dumb it was for her to say that. But then, the idea that she was fooling anyone right now was little more than a pleasant fantasy. A fantasy that she would continue to indulge thankyouverymuch.<br/><br/>"I, uh... I do a lot of contract work, in the, uh, 'hospitality' industry. Yea. Hospitality is the best way to describe it." Silky couldn't stop a little giggle from slipping out at her embellishment, and took another drink of her coffee flavor sugar-milk to shut herself up. "Yea, I travel a lot. All the time really. I spend a lot of time in and around hotels... For 'work' you know." The emphasis she put on the word 'work' sounded almost like she was sharing a joke with someone, and that someone seemed to be herself as another giggle squeezed out.<br/><br/><em>'Get it together Silky, you're losing it!'</em>She admonished herself internally. "S-sorry for being so weird. It's been a really long day, and I'm really tired." On the upside, she was less cold now. In fact, the multiple layers she was wearing were getting a bit on the warm side.<em>'Should I...?' </em>Silky asked herself. He was kinda cute, if a bit of a dork. And it sounded like he was broke on top of it... but she was out a sugar daddy at the moment, and the pickings looked slim.<em>'Ah what the hell, worst that happens is he throws me out and I freeze to death. Or light a building on fire and stay warm that way...'</em><br/><br/>"Finally starting to warm up at least..." She said, and pulled the outermost sweater over her head. She made sure it pulled the rest of her layers up with it, but not too far, giving Wyatt a good glimpse at her skinny but surprisingly toned tummy and just the bottom sliver of her breasts. The brief glimpse hinted at some kind of pink satiny bra. Maybe a bit worn, but still nice. Of course,  bearing her midriff would have probably had closer to her desired effect if it weren't for the handful of scrapes and bruises left by her trek through the woods.<br/><br/>She tossed the grimy sweater onto the seat and pulled her remaining shirts back down, all while giving Wyatt an innocent smile.