Daddy hadn't raised no fool, teaching you from a very young age that life is money and money is life. Everything comes at a price. So processing the words which had just come out of Tyrone's mouth your business intuition skills start going off. "So how much are you willing to pay me to fuck?!" You shoot off without a second thought in the world and such immense confidence that even Wall street execs would be proud.
"Damn girl, you just really like to get to the point of it all don'tcha. I haven't even gotten to ask if you were ok with the premise of every-." Before he can finish you cut him off. "It's simple T'! You want to stick your hot thick black prick in my tight hot white wet teen pussy for a porn shoot. You want the scene to be about you, a black man fucking the shit out of me, a white girl till you bust your hot gooey wad in my unprotected womb and make it look like you possibly knocked me up. All I need to know is that you're willing to pay me and how much?" You say with the pride of a Wall Street banker. Tyrone is taken a back by your austentatious handling of business matters. "Are we on the same page T'? Or did I miss something?" You add with a wink and a grin.
"Well shit, I didn't know I was dealing with a business women too. Sexy, smart and talented with the books, what can I say I'm beyond impressed and turned on right now." Tyrone says with a grinning chuckle as he takes a sip of his drink and walks over to you. "I'm impressed with myself too, but unless you want that nice bulge in your pants to turn into blue balls, and allow me getting all undressed for you to go to waste, you're gonna have to show me the money!" You say standing up straight as to remind T' what he would be giving up if he kept toying with you.
