<strong>Lyla Cross</strong><br/><div class="floatright">(http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv110/jelly_beanjlw/Lyla.jpg)</div><em>"Oh, I would say the same things about you, baby.  But, let's not rush into such things so quickly.  Besides..."</em><br/><br/>Lyla grinned inwardly when he called her baby. The greatest part about her job, her life, was that when there was sex there was no other connection. She could walk in and tell him her name was Dorothy from the land of Oz and it wouldn’t matter. It didn’t matter because all that mattered was the sex.<br/><br/>His grin was returned as she watched him sit down. The look in his eyes told her this would be a game. There were a great many people that liked games with sex. The look in his eyes told her he liked the dominance game. That was fine with her. She liked it a lot more than she liked the men who liked being led around like dogs. For some reason, Lyla just couldn’t see herself respecting a submissive man.<br/><em><br/>"I'm the one who makes all the decisions tonight. And right now, I think you should strip off your dress and serve us some wine.  It sounds like a good way to start the evening if you ask me."</em><br/><br/>Easily, she slid the dress off and stepped out of it. Her nipples showed easily through the thin white silk, the strip of hair between her thighs thin enough the white thong didn’t show it. The garter, well it was cute and for good measure she didn’t bother taking off the stockings or heels.<br/><br/>She’d had to fight rolling her eyes. In truth, she didn’t mind the game and the game could be really hot. But she was her own woman and this was about sex, she wasn’t about to turn into his slave or his maid. Sexually, she’d do whatever he wanted … but she wouldn’t humiliate herself for him. All too often she had to explain this to her clients, submissive didn’t mean slave. Not when it came to any Nicole’s girls.<br/><br/>With an elegant shrug of her shoulder, she poured him a glass of wine, and handed it to him before sitting on the couch with her own.<br/><br/>“I’m here for your sexual pleasure, Mr. Pierce, but not for your entertainment. In our arrangement I don’t expect much, though I do expect to be treated with respect. I do not enjoy being humiliated, Mr. Pierce … not even for<em>your</em>sexual pleasure no matter what decision you make.”<br/><br/>It was the same speech she had to give every other dominant john she’d ever had. It was sad too, that so many of them had so little respect for women. Which was probably why they were paying for sex in the first place. None of it was really Lyla’s business, she took a slow sip of wine.<br/><br/>There was an innocence to the way she looked that appealed to a great many of Nicole Delane’s clients. Innocent look aside, Lyla Cross wasn’t nearly as innocent as she appeared. She had a quick mind, to make it in her business she had to.<br/><br/>Fingering small circles around one lace clad nipple, she smiled sweetly over the rim of her glass at him.<br/><br/>“You can make all the decisions Mr. Pierce … as long as it's a decision we both enjoy the outcome of.”<br/><br/>As hot as he was, she planned on enjoying it a lot.