<div class="floatright">(http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lz5exwxehO1qzkkkio1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Andria Collins</strong><br/><hr/><br/>Deidre was a professional.  Andria felt not much unlike how she hoped her models felt when they would meet for the first time, especially if the shots were to be nudes.  She was familiar without being creepy, complimentary without buttering her up, and casual without losing any authenticity.  Andria found herself disarmed by the woman's easy humor so soon in the evening.  Sharing their sipped champagne, Andria already felt more at ease than she had expected.<br/><br/>Andria motioned to the bed, still considering it an innocent piece of furniture rather than the platform of purchased sex it was about to become.<br/><br/>"A teenage boy?" she repeated.  "Well, at least if you drool over me and are finished as fast, we can spend more time watching wrestling or playing video games."<br/><br/>As they shared their laughter, Andria watched the other woman's body as well.  She could see at admiring look in her eyes, a lingering gaze that was unconscious when looking at a beautiful object and not a habit one merely reproduced for money.  The fact that Deidre might honestly be attracted to her surprised her in a way she hadn't expected.  Having been so caught up in desiring her, Andria hadn't considered the idea that it might be a mutual attraction.  The thought of another woman so openly admiring her in return gave Andria a shiver.<br/><br/>Andria paused, her gaze lingering on Deidre's curves, cleavage, and finally her brilliant eyes.  "But I think I can imagine better uses of our time."