He thinks of something else then gets to his next idea

"Oh! I nearly forgot. Pick three numbers between 1 and 100." Bobby said with a gleam in his eye.

"What? Why?" Rachel asked irritably, holding out the pen and paper. She'd nearly had her hands free to wipe at the dribbles of sperm that were nearly at her stockings.

"Numerology. It's huge in Hollywood, so's Feng Shui, Kama Sutra and Crystals. Pick three numbers," he insisted.

Rachel sighed, lowering the pen and pad. "Um, forty, thirty, twenty."

"Excellent. Write them over the Abc, lowest to highest."

Rachel let out another frustrated sigh, but wrote 20/30/40 over the three letters on every single page.

Bobby struggled not to smirk or laugh as she wrote her rates. Earl seemed to have caught on, and quietly murmered to the guy beside him, who chuckled lightly before passing on the word. Rachel never noticed the snickers and guffaws as she diligently finished up.

"Okay," Bobby said as she finished. "Think of these as your business cards. We'll each take one."

Rachel frowned at the 'cards', feeling they should be more than just a piece of paper and handwriting, but she couldn't think of a logo. At the last moment she made a pair of arches on each, then handed then out.

"What's this?" Bobby asked with a frown.

"Looks like a girl with her legs spread," said one guy.

Darryl laughed. "Nah, it's a pair of tits."

Raoul snickered. "Nah, it's an ass."

Rachel's face flamed red. "It's a bird!" she insisted hotly. I thought I should have a logo or something," she muttered, feeling stupid now.

Bobby chuckled, patting her shoulder. "It does look like a bird," he lied to make her feel better. Privately he thought it was perfect and looked like any of what the guys said, but he didn't want her to tear them up or try to change them.

"Part two," he said.

"Of what?" she blinked.

Sighing he knelt before her.

"What are you....?" She began, trailing off with wide eyes as he pulled from his pocket something that looked like gold. He moved so fast she couldn't make out what it was, and jumped as she felt his fingers up at her pussy.

"H... Hey!" she exclaimed.

"Settle down, I'm just giving you a trinket," he said, and beneath her skirt he attached his keyring to the ring in her clit, trying not to laugh as he left her with a big gold-colored steel dollar-sign dangling between her legs.

"What is it?" she asked, torn between suspicion and pleasure at receiving a gift.

"Just something kind of appropriate that I wanted to give you," he shrugged, noting how the bottom of the sign would be slightly visible to anyone not standing right beside her.

"Now...." he began, then snapped his fingers. I nearly forgot. As a token of my appreciation," he smiled, peeling from his wallet a pair of twenties and a ten, which he proceeded to fold and stuff into her stocking.

"Oh, thank you!" she exclaimed, and when each and every one of them did the same she thanked them all, flustered by the time they were done.