(http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv110/jelly_beanjlw/s003crop.jpg)<br/><br/>Gluttony, was the first word that came to her mind when Mr. Jameson answered the door. A rich man at a rather unhealthy weight who was used to getting whatever he wanted. As well, he had the money to buy it. Not anything she couldn’t handle, but possibly not anything she’d generally choose for herself were it not for only one encounter and the paycheck after.<br/><br/>Almost instantly his hands were on her, which was to be expected from a man like himself. Though it left Caroline with very mixed feelings on the matter. Either this would go well or it wouldn’t, as paid or not she had no desire to be disrespected in any way.<br/><em><br/>"Come on in Caroline .. is it. I'm glad that you could come today"<br/><br/>"I could sure use a woman tonight"<br/></em><br/>She flinched when he licked her, her first instinct to back fully away from him. Whoring herself out or not, she wasn’t a dog.<br/><br/><em>"I got money enough to get a regular girl to dance to my tune you know Caroline. But I like a girl who's honest about what she wants from me ... you get paid and I get to pump you full of my spunk any way I want to. Why don't you polish my stick a little Caroline ... since I'm in mood to slide up that tight ass of yours I think you would appreciate lubing me up"<br/><br/>"Now a girl gotta look good all dressed up and a cock shoved up her ass don't you think so Caroline?"<br/></em><br/>Anger flushed across her cute face. She remembered what Nicole had told her, remembered how she’d been coached to handle situations exactly like this. She realized almost instantly that Mr. Jameson had far too little respect to have ever been one of Nicole’s regulars. In fact, she was pretty sure the Nicole she’d met would have just kneed him in the junk for such blatant and disgusting treatment. With her hand on her phone in the small bag she carried, Caroline smiled sweetly.<br/><br/>“I’m not sure the type of ladies you have encountered, Mr. Jameson. But both myself, Nicole, and her benefactor require that we be treated with a certain amount of respect.”<br/><br/>She moved, to the door, sweet smile in place.<br/><br/>“And if you would like anything polished at all, then I’d say at first you owe me an apology. As I have the ability to walk away, without payment, and find a more suitable arrangement with someone else. Both Nicole and myself are sought after ...”<br/><br/>It was a lie, at least about herself. But Nicole’s client list was extensive, she doubted there would be issue with Nicole finding another paycheck for her.<br/><br/>“... so in my honestly, Mr. Jameson. I was here to have sex with you. Not be treated like trash or a dog. As I am most certainly not your dog and am worth far too much money to be considered trash. If that is understood, then perhaps we can carry on. If not, I’m afraid I shall have to say good night and see myself out.”