Her insolence blasts me. If looks could kill, as they say. She has no idea what I've risked to keep her alive or that the time has come for her to pay up. Nothing in this fucked up world is free, and I'm tired of watching her sassy breasts and the sway of her tight ass without taking her up on the offer. I can't allow her to leave, it's too dangerous, and in order for her to stay with the club, she needs to be part of it.
Her skimpy shirt clings to her and does nothing to hide the bit of lace she's wearing to push out her breasts. There's sweat on her brow and her dark hair is wild with wisps sticking up all over the place. She must read something in my eyes because she steps back.