<div class="floatleft">(http://i1145.photobucket.com/albums/o501/slated-/july%202012/petty8.png)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Kaleb Richards<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Apartment 2D<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Nette Gabe<br/><strong>Date</strong>: July 28th<br/><strong>Time</strong>: 7 AM(ISH)<br/><br/>Flicking his BIC he lit Nette's cigarette, and they both shared a moment of clarity. "So big boy... business, or pleasure?" Kale eyed Nette. "Both?" He had heard it once before and turned down the latter, what made Nette think he wouldn't do the same thing? Though as she drew closer to him Kale's body had kicked in to primal mode. Becoming slightly erect at first he swallowed the chunk in his throat that kept him from answering, and went to speak but Nette must have had an ulterior motive because the feeling of her touch took his words from him.  Her fingertips were electricity and his cock was a battery that needed charging.<br/><br/>It was the most logical thing, but before he decided the fact that he was fucked by a prostitute before threw it's two cents and changed his mind. Inhaling the smoke from the white boy he held it in for as long as possible and then exhaled slowly as if he was a dragon conjuring a firebreath. Still his body fought the facts and as she swung back his body quickly acted by stepping closer. His arm rapping around her back pulling their bodies back together. His head lowered towards Nette's face and his lips pressed slowly on to hers. The warm embrace of Nette's lips and his own only verified that Kale's body had won and he was regretting any moment of it. The way their lips meshed together as the kiss prolonged. Slowly pulling back he whispered, "Business first." Kale still was still a businessman and business came before pleasure. He let go of Nette and moved from beside her and headed down the hall. Guessing at which door it was he twisted the nob to apartment 2C and it opened. Lucky guess he heard the door close behind him, and made his way to the very torn couch with two and a half cushions.<br/><br/>Sitting down on the center cushion he unfastened his belt and then removed it to set it aside. reaching in his pocket he pulled out the heroine and sat it on a makeshift coffee table. He looked over at Nette and couldn't help but smile. Even if she was about to shoot up a drug he would never touch in his life. Without asking Kale weighed out the normal for Nette and sat it aside on the table for her. "For you little lady, pun intended." Though a joke Nette was actually really short compared to Kaleb. Still she was a very beautiful and her height didn't matter the least. While Nette was doing her thing Kale was going to do his, and pulled a grape swisher sweet. The grape flavor was his preference and as he pulled it from the rapper the smell over came his nose and he savored the moment. Breaking the blunt open he dumped the guts on to the table and laid the blunt down. Reaching back in to his pocket he pulled out his sack of weed. Grabbing several nuggets out the bag he zipped it back up and went to work.<br/><br/>Two minutes later the blunt was rolled and ready to be smoked. "Any way I want huh?" Kale grinned and winked at Nette. "Well then I've always wanted to get my dick sucked while smoking a blunt. So lets start there, and see where it takes us." He sparked the blunt and the unfastened his pants, Kale's cock sprung up as bulge now covered by only a single piece of clothing. The head poking out between the seem of his boxers. Laying his head back he inhaled the blunt and let Nette do her thing.