Next I wished that Lauren thought she was doing research for an investigative report on the condition of prostitutes in our city. She intended to do her best to walk, talk, and behave like a prostitute, even going so far as to put out for "Johns".
Lauren was digging in her purse again, fishing out more makeup. She walked over closer to the shop window and began making herself up to look like a hooker; blue eyeshadow, mascara, rouge, & bright red lipstick. The way her ass wiggled in those heels it was all I could do to keep from wishing the two of us back to my room right then!
She finished up, stowing everything away, and fluffed her hair with her fingers. She turned around and sauntered over to me, hips swaying and tits jiggling.
"Hey there, you wanna party?" She asked me in a husky voice, running a finger down the neck of her blouse.
"Depends," I said smiling, "how much of a party are you up for?"
"Baby, I party all the way--for guys who have the right friends." She smiled up at me as she stepped closer, giving me a good look down her top.
"Friends like Andy Jackson?" I asked.
She pursed her lips "For Andy I hold hands, if you know what I mean?" She looked at me through her eye lashes and stroked my thigh. "I get tongue-tied for Ulysses," she ran her tongue wetly around her crimson lips "and for Benjamin I go all out!" She stepped against me, grinding her tits and pelvis into me as she leaned forward and whispered into my ear. "How 'bout it stud, you and me and Benny gonna go find ourselves a room?" She began nibbling on my ear as I slid my arms around her and took the opportunity to give her ass a squeeze. "Mmmm," she moaned, then broke free and stepped away from me, giving my throbbing hard on a smile. "No more 'til I've met your friends, 'k?"