” She ended her sentence with a slight pout.“Amy, I wouldn’t keep you out for more than an hour or so. And I could certainly see to it that your... time isn’t wasted. If I may ask, how much do you make at your job?”She’d seen enough of reality cop shows to know that she didn’t want to be the one to name a price. “I work on commissions. The happier my clients are, the more I make.”He stopped beating around the bush. “My happiness increases at a rate of about $500 an hour; more if I’m very. Being with you,” he said.I slowly ran my hands through his sparse chest hair. “For how long?”“The past sixteen years.”I giggled. “Really, that long?”“No, maybe the last three or four ... since you got these...”His hands cupped my large breasts and I let out a little involuntary moan.We took a few moments and basked in the post-coital glow. Being with an older man was so much different from being with guys my age and my head was spinning. I could hear the waves gently colliding against the shore. Terri got out of the cab and paid the man, but he refused a tip. ‘Having a hottie like you in my cab hun, that’s all the tip I need!’ he grinned. She gave him a dazzling smile and scampered up the stairs to her apartment. What to wear?What to wear? Terri looked in her closet, but there wasn’t any hesitation the moment she figured it out. She donned a tight, body-hugging pair of white jeans and a silver lame crop-top, showing her tanned skin and newly-pierced navel. She put on a pair of silver. " — And I sarcastic." How many people?" Twelve. Maybe, sixteen. I didn't do a headcount." How many were girls?" Six or seven, if you count me." Did you put a show on for them — you and some other girl?" You wish." So did you?" You're spoiling it. I have to tell it just as it happened." Okay, so this guy — Phil — he lets you into his room." "It was a suite of rooms, actually. The one we saw online when we booked ours. Anyhow, Phil said he was pleased to see me." Had a hard-on, did he?" Haha. He.