<div class="floatleft">(http://media.portable.tv/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/Picture-51-620x346.png)</div><br/>“Our new toy wants a drink,” Jackie purred, presenting her fine backside to Marc like a cat in heat. She threw her drying black curls over her shoulder and batted her sultry lashes.<br/><br/>“Wanna go make us something? There’s still some bourbon left and some cherries. I wouldn’t say no to a Manhattan.”<br/><br/>She hoped he would get the message: just give me one more minute baby and I’ll make it real good for you.<br/><br/>Looking back to Jasmine she smoothed back the spit soaked curls at her forehead.<br/><br/>“Listen sugar,” she began, “He’s my man but I ain’t gonna lie, he’s got a mean streak a mile wide. If you ain’t gunna give up the goods about your daddy and his money, you might want to make the evening interesting for him.”<br/><br/>She ground her leg harder into the blonde’s pelvic bone, hoping for the second time in so many minutes that someone would get the idea. Jackie did hate having to explain herself.<br/><br/>“Otherwise he’ll get bored and come up with other ways to entertain himself.”<br/><br/>Her eyes ghosted over her side and a particularly nasty looking scar. Jasmine didn’t need to know that the while the scar did in fact come from domestic abuse, it was her from her soon to be ex-husband and not Marc.<br/><br/>“So what do you say Darlin’? Think you could muster up some enthusiasm?” She tilted her head to the side and smiled, one whose sweetness offended.<br/>“Or, you could just tell me about your Daddy now.”<br/>