<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/>Billie’s mouth curved upward, forming a lopsided smirk, when Ryan laid one of his hands atop her thigh. Unabashedly, she widened her legs for him, as if to offer more than a brief caress of skin, regardless of the fact that they could gain an audience as a result of her wordless encouragement.<br/><br/>Being used by him would only result in more money, making her the hottest piece of pussy in the joint. The other workers, try as they might, would not be able to complete. Even if they were foolish enough to try, she did not doubt her ability to overcome whatever they devised amongst each other.  Despite these thoughts, she exercised rare patience for Ryan, granting him the ability to determine how he wished to spend his evening without any persuasive interference from her. His choice was unsurprising as he did not come across as a lover or orgies.<br/><br/>“Customer knows best,” Billie commented with a soft chuckle, shrugging her shoulders indifferently, as she watched him rise from the table. “At least, for now.”<br/><br/>As he extended his hand, she made a point to ignore it, standing up without his assistance. The brunette saw no point in pretending to be someone she was not. Following behind him, she inhaled deep, holding the night air in her lungs, before she quickened her gait in order to keep pace with his longer stride. A quick glance was spared in the direction of her beaten-up vehicle, still parked in the grass, but she did not voice her concern for it. More than likely, their session would only last an hour or so. There were some nearby motels so she could walk back afterwards.<br/><br/>She did not emit a single protest when he held out a helmet for her. “Call me crazy but that’s the hottest thing you’ve done since we started talking.” Her tone held sincerity before she placed it atop her head and buckled the fastenings underneath her chin. Without further delay, she placed her hands on his shoulder and then mounted the back of the bike, securing her arms around him.<br/><br/><em>I'll show you what a real ride feels like.</em><br/><br/>Her stomach did a little flip as the engine purred to life, unlike hers which sputtered every time she turned the key. “Umm…we can save the tricks for the bedroom.” She swallowed thickly and tightened her grip as the bike began to move.<br/>