Skinny smiled as he saw Esther approach.  "Yo, Essie, what's up?  One of our mutual clients go deadbeat on y-"<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=161073.msg10220187#msg10220187">Quote from: PrestaDGTation on 06-07-2014, 22:38:17</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Got some skin for me?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>The pimp's eyebrows climbed to the sky.  "Run that by me again?  I think my hearin's going."<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: PrestaDGTation</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"I'm skipping school to have sex.  If I'm going to be a bad rebel, I want a worse rebel to do it with.  You know, so I look good by comparison."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>"F'serious?"  Skinny shook his head when he realized Esther was quite serious.  "Damn, girl, you're more fucked up than I gave you credit for.  You must be having one hell of a shit day.  Nevermind, none o' my damn business.  Yeah, I got a girl like that.  She's got the looks, but no enthusiasm or talent, you know?  Like they say, body of a Porche, engine of a Hot Wheels.  I was gonna fire her, but..."  He studied the look in Esther's eyes for a long moment, finally blinking and looking away.  "Shit, you look like you need someone to teach a lesson to, and she needs one."  Skinny shook his head again at the insanity of the situation (if only he knew...) and then launched into arguing price with Esther.<br/><br/>One handshake later and Esther was walking upstairs; third room on the left, with the poster of the woman in blue on the door.  The door opened, and Esther found herself staring at her... partner?  Victim?  Food?  What<em>was</em>the proper term?<br/><br/>Those thoughts fell away as she realized with a start that she recognised the girl.  Kaylee... Kaylee something.  She was in Esther's grade, or would have been if she hadn't dropped out.  Esther knew of her because some of her clients traded the girl pot for 'favors'.  No surprise, then, that she'd found her way to her current profession.  No surprise, either, that she didn't have much talent for it - Kaylee was a girl who expected the world handed to her on a platter for her looks alone.  She never expected to work for anything.  The attitude of a rich-bitch without the wealth or social standing to back it up.<br/><br/>She was, in fact, stunningly beautiful.  Full breasts accentuated by a blue dress (it matched the poster; a nice touch), pale-smooth skin, and raven black hair dyed blue at the ends framed a face that could only be described as sensuous.  Dark purple eyes stopped Esther cold for a moment, but a quick, closer look told her they were natural.  Or contacts, maybe.  The only thing that detracted from Kaylee's sex appeal was the expression she wore on her face as Esther entered.<br/><br/>Even without supernatural powers, Esther could read the thoughts going through the girl's mind.<em>Oh, great, more work</em>, followed by,<em>it's a girl, too; they always expect me to do things.  At least with the guys I can just lay here.</em>Kaylee made no effort to hide her disdain as she adjusted herself into what she must have thought was an alluring pose (and admittedly, with a body like hers, any pose was somewhat alluring) and without any enthusiasm said, "What can I do for you today?'<br/><br/>In Esther's mind, the Door waited.  To her surprise, she realised she was in control of it; she could open it when she chose.  Inner Esther lurked behind it, waiting to pounce the moment it opened.  But did Esther just throw open the door now and get it over with, or did she want to toy with her prey first...?<br/><br/>((OOC: No time to spellcheck right now, sorry if there are typoes...))