The businessman looks fine

Flicking her fringe out of her eyes, Max slowed down as she came up to the lights. It took a moment for the man to notice, but when he was stopped at the crossing he glanced over at the pavement and caught her eye.

She smiled at him, and her smiled widened as his eyes drifted downwards, over her breasts and lingered on her legs.

"Why don't you take a picture," she said, "it'll last longer."

His eyes flicked back up to hers.

"I'd love to take picture," he replied, "but sadly my good camera equipment is all at work."

Max frowned. Was he actually a photographer? She loved posing, and had tried to talk her last boyfriend into roleplaying a naughty model scout... he had lacked imagination so they had never got past the blowjob stage. But this guy, he could be a chance to live out her fantasy.

"So where is it you work?" She asked, testing to see if he were just bullshitting.