"I don't know that I want your 'business' going so smoothly, miss." he growls in a smooth, dark voice.<br/><br/>His own gait is swift, she can hear the subtle creak and stretch of<em>very</em>tight black leather pants that hug his legs, shining in the streetlights, the dark color serving to make the muscular calves look a bit more long and slim.  He wears a similar vest, though it lies open, the hard, rippling bulk of his chest and stomach covered in a fishnet shirt and....is that a<em>bra</em>?  It seems so, a lacy pink bra covers his thick muscled breasts, the light straps showing over each shoulder, poking out from the leather vest.<br/><br/>He continues following her, his breath calm and deep, eyes trained on her with both wariness and admiration of her supple womanly form.