Yulla and Jen found the terms to be more than generous and accepted. Taking the cars the brunette didn't, Docca's ride back to her car would be a sporty BMW that was a bit rough around the edges, but a little maintenance and it'd be just fine. Yulla and Jen shook hands with Docca and, once Jen gave Docca her own contact info with an added wink, they bid the elf good night and safe travels.<br/><br/>The brunette would drop Docca and the blond off by the bombed out apartment complex where the sports ford was parked and with a grateful thanks started down the road back to Seattle.<br/><br/>"So what's this job idea you got for me?" The blond asked. She was quite the looker. Young, no older than her early twenties, and sports a set of large breasts and shapely curves and a fine heart-shaped ass. "I'm tired of be self-employed and there's no way in hell I'm going to be dealing with any pimps."