<strong> "I'm perfectly fine with relying on my skills."</strong><br/><br/>"And what exactly are your skills Lance. What would you say your speciality was..." she broke off as she noticed Leera about to engage with a waitress.<br/><br/>"Dear, how about you and I have some fun, hmm?  Do you mind if I eat you out here?"<br/><br/>"Really... eating out the hired help? And you were accusing me of fucking any man or woman who comes my way? It looks like your standards drop pretty fast when you get wet don't they? I mean you are wet aren't you, that gash between your legs is positively drenched isn't it, you have the look of someone who doesn't know how to talk dirty, just<strong>be </strong>dirty. Is that what you are Leera, a dirty girl who likes to fuck strangers? What do you think Lance, it looks like it to me..." she looked down at his legs. "I bet that she's as wet as you are hard."<br/><br/>Asia slipped her legs down off the table. "Go away."  she said to the waitress. "we have everything we need right here. We don't need another slut thrown into the mix."<br/><br/>She looked back at Leera. "And if you try and tell me that you're as dry as a desert down there, then I'm going to want proof." she glanced at Lance. "Don't even bother denying your condition... what is that thing running down your leg, eight or nine inches?"