Max puts her body on the deal

Even though she tried her best to hold her poker face, she knew that every person in the room saw her horror. Fuck! This wasn’t supposed to happen! She needed this disc! Badly! Her budget was already used up, but she still had to make up 1000 Dollars.

She became aware of how all three men in the room stared at her eagerly. But while Frank and his bodyguard looked impatient, waiting for her to continue bidding, Sneijder’s eyes continuously drifted down to the deep valley of her breasts. Then she realized what she needed to do to conclude this deal successfully. She realized what she had to offer that would beat every offer Frank could possibly make. Hiding her disgust, covering it behind a seductive smile, she leaned forward in her chair, thrusting her tits out and whispered huskily.

“I have to admit, Mr. Frank made a great offer and I wont be able to give you any more money... but what would you say, if I’d promise to stay tonight and make up for my lack of money?”

Silence filled the room for a moment, as Sneijder starred at her with open mouth and wide eyes, clearly stunned, his mind raging about the things he would do with her. Then he found his tongue again.

“Mr. Frank”, he said hoarsely, “Thanks for your coming, but I have to ask you to leave...”

“Whoa, give me a break!”, Frank shouted, beside himself with anger, “This bitch shakes her tits at you and you drop a profitable deal? I thought you were a businessman? Fine! Give me the disc and I will grant you free fucks at my hoes for a whole year...”

“Mr. Frank, with all due respect, but I’m not that much into 5-Dollar-Streetwhores, I’m not keen to catch some exotic diseases. You’d have to pay me 2000 Dollars to even touch one of your hookers. When it comes to women, I am more the gourmet-type. And this is definitely one fine piece of ass. So, Mr. Frank, I’ll ask you just one last time to leave my apartment.” Suddenly Sneijder held a gun in his hand and aimed it at Frank, his gaze still not leaving Max, devouring her with his eyes.

While the bodyguard stepped backwards slowly, Frank looked like he was ready to explode, baring his teeth he hissed: “Fine, Motherfucker! But this isn’t over yet!”

With that he stood up, and with one last angry look towards Max, he left the apartment, his goon more than happy to follow his boss.

Sneijder relaxed visibly, putting the gun back into his desk and grinned at Max, once again showing his discolored teeth. “So, sugar, where were we?”