She turns around and fixes her skirt, followed by the rest of herself. “My name’s Sylvia,” she says to me. I give her a quick head-to-toe scan as I click my belt back on, then walk away from her, leaving her dumbfounded. I don’t care who she is, as long as she gives me what I want. Which she did, of course.
i need the kind of confidence that the classic manwhore mmc exudes
