<div class="floatright">(http://i1087.photobucket.com/albums/j480/Erion2451/tul24.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Anna<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Backyard/Swimming Pool<br/><br/>"Hello, my name is Mathew.  Should I whip out my dick now so that the two of you can play with it or did you want to go somewhere more private?"<br/><br/>To Anna, that is what seemed to have just happened.  She'd seen and heard a lot of things as a cocktail waitress.  She'd had guys try to buy her with alcohol and money; promised her fame, fortune, and a better life; and even suggested that she had nothing better to do than bend over and take it up the ass.  She'd accepted that as part of the job.  A part that she really didn't care for.<br/><br/>This was, in all reality, a new job.  Whether it was porn or simply reality TV it was something that she was being paid to do.  She'd forgotten that for a moment.  Sunny had made her feel wanted, desired, even special.  Mathew, on the other hand, simply made her feel outraged.  Her mind whirled with how to respond.  Surely it was a misunderstanding.  Though, maybe it wasn't.  She'd been told that the girls in porn weren't always treated well and that the guys tended to have giant egos to match their large penises.  The conversation had began so pleasantly that Anna had difficulties that Mathew had actually figured that two girls kissing each other meant they wanted some guy's cock in their faces.  This was porn, though, and that often seemed to be how the scenes unfolded.<br/><br/>After a moment of shocked surprise,<strong>"I think I'm missing something here.  Is that the normal porn greeting?  Hi, my name's Matt.  Now, suck my dick, bitch,"</strong>Anna asked sincerely before smiling and laughing lightly, in an attempt to show she hadn't been insulted.<br/><br/>She did look over her shoulder at Sunny to see if the Asian woman could clue her in to what was transpiring.