"Are you going to be paying me this time?" I didn't know that was going to be the deal." How about this," I propositioned him, "you give me some money...and whatever you give me I'll use to get some slutty clothes to wear the next time I see you?"He looked like he was lost in thought then he scanned the room. He reached for his pants and dug into his pockets. He pulled out his wallet and fished out two $100 bills. He looked at me and said, "Is this enough to keep you to myself or do you have some. “You take hold of your subject in a way they never feel, seducing out their ineffable essence. You grab it, full-force, draw it from the ether and present it to the world.” His visage never changed. “You’re like a goddamn marinate with that lens, young lady.” He spun away.“Do you want to see the proofs before I send them to Randy’s office?”“Not necessary. Just promise me one thing.” He paused at the door and looked back at me. The look in his eye cut to my core; chin raised in steeled. "What would you like to do with me?" She asked, her squeaky voice trembled nervously."Have you ever given a blowjob?" I asked, my cock slowly throbbing."Once..." She answered after a slight pause."But I wasn't really sure what to do" She added.I slid my pants and boxers down and threw them in the corner of the room. My cock was hard and pulsing. She stared at it for a moment."I'll teach you Cagney" I said as I slowly stroked my shaft, moving towards her.I stood in front of her, placed her hands. "Think you can handle a beer can?"He nodded, "I'll try." She opened a beer and placed it in the drink holder on his recliner.She hurried out and returned in seconds with her meager belongings. "Where do I sleep?" she asked.He nodded toward the door next to his bedroom. "There." He looked at her small load. "You going to get the rest of your stuff tomorrow?"Zelda felt ashamed, as she told him, "This is it. I lost everything when my husband went to prison. One of his friends tried to take me over.