<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/><em>You're crazy. <br/></em><br/>It was not the first time one of her clients concluded as much about her though Ryan's realization occurred at record pace. Any other time, Billie might have smirked knowingly or even teased him about how his chose to continue forth with their little escapade meant he might possess a little bit of crazy within himself as well. However, the purring rumble of his motorcycle coming to life along with him kicking off from the ground distracted her from the nuisances of verbal foreplay. Unlike some people, she did not experience some wild sense of freedom and enjoyment as the motorcycle picked up speed. Instead, she kept her eyelids screwed close, refusing to watch the buildings whiz past them as they thundered down the abandoned road.<br/><br/>Expelling a pent-up sigh of relief, Billie reopened her eyes once the noise of the motorcycle died down and Ryan shifted from where he sat in front of her. She then undid the clamp of the helmet from underneath her chin, removing it from her head, before she dismounted from the bike. A quick comb of her fingers, as she stared at her reflection in a nearby car window, brought some much-needed life back to her flattened ponytail.<br/><br/>Only then did she take the time to inspect her surroundings, dark brown eyes rising up to read the luminous sign holding the motel's name. The neighborhood was not unfamiliar to her. It kind of surprised her where he decided to handle the business of fucking between them until she recalled a piece of vital information; he intended to remain here for the duration of his stay in San Francisco.<br/><br/>Following his example, Billie held onto the helmet, pressing it against her side, before she walked to stand nearby the counter for service. A flash of annoyance rose up within her when it became evident the exchange of money for keys would be delayed by their reunion. She partially paid attention to the exchange until the married couple started to say each other's names in increasingly exasperated tones. Their connection was not one she aspired or even desired to attain, as it would make her profession difficult, but she did not make a habit of mocking those who somehow discovered it within their lifetimes.<br/><br/><em>He's a nice guy. He really is.</em><br/><br/>“ I can believe it,” Billie commented honestly before she leaned up to close the gap between them, brushing her lips across his. Heels would have made doing so easier as her short height put her at a disadvantage. “Doesn't really mater much for me though.” She then plucked the key from his fingertips, grinning as she did so. “We shall, Private Ryan, unless you rather wait for Carla to come and squeeze your cheeks.”<br/><br/>If Ryan did want to wait for the woman, she would not be too upset about it. He could spend her time however he would like so long as every penny of her money was accounted for at the conclusion of it. Still, if he chose to tarry, she would not. These people, though important to him by appearances, meant little to her. There was no point in becoming familiar with them.<br/><br/>As Billie pulled away from him, she pressed yet another lingering kiss against his mouth, teeth applied this time to his lower lip, before she turned around and headed in the direction of the room. The hypnotic sway of her hips undoubtedly a siren's call despite the fact that her backside was not as pronounced as some women. It did not take overly long to locate the room.<br/><br/>With a turn of the key, Billie opened the door for them and then flicked on the light switch. The room was homely in its decoration; the scent of cleanliness wafted underneath her nose rather than cheap air freshener. Settling the helmet upon the nightstand, she removed her flip flops and then lifted the thin tank top over her head, revealing silver hoops adorning her nipples and an ornate tattoo underneath the rounded curve of her breasts. She did not hid anything from him, lowering her hands instead to her shorts. "Oh wait." Billie stilled her hands. "You can remove these if you want."