Flint sighed thankfully as she stroked his thick shaft, obviously enjoying it.  He grunted, "I can't waive it, but we could do some.... creative book keeping I suppose.  One month, the 5% i'll see gets paid back to you on any job.  But I can't put it in the ledger for credits towards drinks or what not, you'll have to pay out of pocket for them if I do."  He gasped again as his huge and heavy nuts began to tighten up, his cock throbbing, "and you can't tell anyone of the deal, if anyone asks you used the credit for something right away... furniture, art, whatever."<br/><br/>"Fair enough?"  He smiled, looking down at her and obviously eager to see how far that sort of a deal would take him.