More of a Woman Than You Think || Lucy and Richard
Lucy smirked at the man standing in front of her. He didn't believe that she was more of a woman than he thought. Yes, Lucy did sleep around for money, but at least she wasn't a crack whore like the other prostitutes around. She was clean, she dressed nice, she kept herself tight, and she was strictly business. Lucy became a woman the day she ran away from home. She had to figure out how to make good money, she had to get herself of of the streets quickly, and she needed to be able to pay for food and shelter and clothes. Sleeping with men for money was the quickest way she found, and it's been getting her by perfectly fine since she started. She strayed from the cheap, old, dirty men and stayed with the rich men who were clean and polite and liked to treat her with a nice dinner before hand, and take her to a hotel for the business. She stayed with the men who she knew would pay her correctly and what she asked for. But even if they didn't, she knew who to call to get her money from them.
Lucy stepped forward, closer to the man and put her hands on his chest. She pushed herself to her toes and pressed her plump red lips against his. "Do you want to go some where else," she smiled at him. "My place or yours?" Lucy tilted her head while smiling up at him. She was going to give him the time of his life, as long as he wanted and whatever way he wanted it. Lucy learned how to go for long periods of time. It took her a while, but she eventually got it. She also had to learn how to deal with certain things, and these certain things were a bit more pricier. But since tonight with Richard was just fun and money wasn't involved, there were certain limits she wasn't going to pass.