<div class="floatleft">(http://media.portable.tv/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/Picture-51-620x346.png)</div><br/>Wait? What?<br/><br/>Daddy was playing coy? Oh no no no no, Jackie felt a deep pit of dark uncertainty unfurl in her belly. This was supposed to be an easy gig. One that would leave them in the black for the rest of their lives.<br/><br/>She could feel the anger radiating from Marc and it sparked when he grabbed her face, pushing her cheek onto her teeth. As it continued to erupt she couldn’t help feel the spike of arousal. A mad Marc was at thing of primal beauty. Poor girl didn’t know what she was in for.<br/><br/>Still the root of it could be disastrous. All that time, all that planning, all those hopes could just be washed down the drain. Or could be that Daddy loved his money more than his daughter.<br/><br/>In the swirling rush of emotions and drugs Jackie reacted the only way her body would allow.<br/><br/>She laughed.<br/><br/>She continued to laugh when Marc offered her the bitches dress. Not that she would be caught dead in something with a zipper in the front. She wasn’t desperate. Though it did help Marc as he realized tits that looked like they could hold a gallon of milk.<br/><br/>“We should milk her,” she told him with a giggle, “See if we could sell her by the pint. Hell, bet it would even be organic.”<br/>