You hear a knock at the door. You groan as you get up to get it, leaving the tv on.You open the doorway onto the street, a limousine sits parked on th... street and before you stand a tall woman with a very curvaceous figure. Her long red hair falls neatly at her shoulders. She wears a black blouse under a small red jacket that struggles to contain her DD breasts. The blouse and jacket stop a little above her belly button. She wears tight red miniskirt that goes down to her creamy thighs covered. I just never got to the point that I wanted to settle down, it was always about work and trying to get ahead. I work as a professional and have to wear suits all week but on weekends you will always find me in a pair of old worn jeans and no shirt, if I can help it. My build is decent and I wear my jeans low on my hips, to the point that my ass crack just peeks out now and then, usually when I see a guy and want to catch his attention. It was Saturday morning and I had to run errands, one of. After a few hours of discussion Mack says, “Marker, please confirm for me. It’s my understanding the tribe has never accepted any of the special state or federal funds to help tribes and the company was set up with the personal money from people who worked full-time in normal jobs, not special government sponsored ones.”Marker replies, “Correct, Mack. That’s how it is. We’ve not used a cent of government money, not even any from people on the normal benefits. They have no cash involvement at. The night air was cold, a slap in the face compared to the sultry atmosphere inside. I stood by my car and lit a smoke, waiting to see if the quiet guy was coming out. I was halfway through my cig when the door opened and he slid out. He loitered near the front of the club, working up the courage to walk over to me. Let him sweat it, I thought. In a couple of hours I knew he’d be doing whatever I wanted.Finally, he ambled over. "Got a place?" He was shivering a little and I’m not sure it was.