A sheer expression of bemused confusion was etched across the handsome older man's face as a short script, an actual script, was pushed into his arms when he arrived to Stacy's apartment for the pre-stream "meeting" that amounted to not much more than a quick drink and mostly her talking about how this was all gonna go down. Now, given, David could appreciate a woman who knew what she wanted having dealt with enough wallflower submissives for multiple lifetimes, but there was a line between knowing what you wanted and being a control freak. Regardless, so long as she didn't jump down his throat after he was done sliding down hers, there wouldn't be an issue.<br/><br/>David didn't really understand what the premise or story was in the way that she had described it, so as he was ushered out the door and told to wait a few minutes for her to boot up the stream and small talk her audience, he came up with his own version of the "story" and how this should play out, in a way that made sense to him. He quickly pulled out his wallet and opened it up, seeing exactly forty-six bucks in there. He whipped the ash out and held it in hand. He figured this could be some sort of haggling scene that turned into another blow-and-screw favor. It wasn't much, but it was something that made more sense than what she proposed.<br/><br/>He wrapped the door hard with his knuckles, given it seemed she wanted him to be a little aggressive. David wasn't that way by nature, but years of service as a professional dominant could make you well practiced in the art of over-bearing masculinity. She opened, sexy as all hell in that red lingerie and he waited for her surprised greeting, as planned.<br/><br/><strong>"Hi Miss, I came by tonight because it seems there was a problem with my pay when I was by a few nights ago, working on your plumbing?"</strong>he muttered before holding up the small wad of cash in his hand and spreading the bills to show a relatively small total.<strong>"I know we talked about taking some off for that thing you did the other night... but I think I deserve a little more,"</strong>he muttered, growled really, as he let himself inside, pushing past her.<br/><br/><strong>"How do you think we can make this even?" </strong>