<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">Cherry let out a dubious laugh under her breath. Her head inclined back towards Fransisco's. She  whispered in his ear again. "I <em>know</em>you can make it worth my while. But I also can't get fired on my first night Papi." She could leave with Fransisco, take the two grand and be done with the Sin Bin. But how far would the money she made from him take her? A few weeks, a month maybe. "You won't be my sugar daddy forever." Taking care of herself, so her parents didn't have to was her top priority. She also had a need for independence. Making her own money was an extension <em>of</em> that need. <br/><br/>Her chest rotated obliging to his voracious mouth. As she sat on Fransisco's lap, she could feel his want for her. A mass that was his sex protruded against her bottom. The coke still fueling her adrenaline. Her body was full of energy. Enough to run a marathon, and then some. "If you can find a way to convince me that it <em>is</em> all worth it...I <em>might</em> leave with you. Otherwise..." She took his large hand up to her lips. Guiding his index finger across her lips, then into her mouth once. "...this couch will be tainted by the end of your visit."</span><br/><br/><div align="center">(http://i232.photobucket.com/albums/ee80/One_Way/Home/normal_black010.jpg)</div>