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<span class="mu-g">"You've managed to keep my attention so far, so I'd say the odds are good."</span> You say with a wolfish grin. <span class="mu-g">"Tell me a bit more about you. Rags is cute, short for something? Ragamuffin? Ragdoll, maybe?"</span> You tease, shifting your weight a little.
"Rags To Riches, actually." She says back cooly, taking another opportunity to size you up. Her eyes linger on your wingtip shoes, and stroll their way up your slacks. When she finally meets your eyes, she grins back. "But I could be Ragdoll for a night." She's got game. There's a certain kind of authentic charm to the people that live under Charleston, you think.
You run a hand through your hair, glancing between them. <span class="mu-g">"I think I like the sound of that. Why don't you be a doll right now and tell me what you'd like me to be tonight?"</span> You shoot back, bending forward a little, turning your head a little and tapping below your ear, you invite her to confide in you. She obliged gladly, and whispers something very tempting and a little debased. Tasha bites her lip watching, clearly eager for a turn. Both of them are easily hooked on the attention from someone like you. Attractive is a rare quality in Old Charlie, and when it's present, it's buried under trash and grime like everything else. Obvious wealth is a rarer quality, and in the rough, dog-eat-dog (and sometimes man-eat-dog) environment down here, someone that exudes confident sexual charisma is rarer than either of the above.
As you continue to banter with the girls, enticing their appetites and stoking lurid fantasies, you begin to replenish yourself. You've enticed Rags to kiss your neck in a public display of her devotion, and Tasha continues to observe, having been promised more of a show later. The lust, fascination, and playful pleasure rolls off of them in waves, almost like being around a couple of heat lamps, the sensation is ecstatic and you feel your store of <span class="mu-g">Glamour</span> restored in short order. You transfer a small offering of company credit to Tasha, and tell the two girls to book a room at the motel down the block. You instruct them to spend the next hour or two entertaining themselves with drinks, and taking photos of each other for you to enjoy when you join them. They're both all too eager to comply. They've never considered touching each other in that way, and while they've maybe hooked up with a stranger from the bar before, never so quickly. And never so unashamedly.
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