Dean was not one to pick up hookers at street corners, but 1. he was bored as fuck, and needed something impulsive, new, exciting and 2. hey, maybe he can offer her a business proposition with the fair Vescovo family. Fuck knows they needed more money rolling in. He felt like they've gone to the shits since that new guy became boss over at Monacello, and the truce called on between the houses.
Fuck. No.
The caporegime drove his car slowly, parking by the designated place, and beeped his horn for the pretty girl to get in. He leaned on his wheel, smirking at her through glass windows.
Lulu tipped her head to look at him when the car pulled up, leaning over just so as she slid into the passenger seat, showing off her assets.
"You're Dean Winchester?" she asked, giving him the once over. Not that it mattered what he looked like, as long as he could put his money where his mouth was, but it never hurt to catch one that was easy on the eyes.
"I'm Lulu, by the way," she added. "And just so you know...I don't usually wait around on corners for just anyone."
She came up, opening the door, and letting herself in. In the process, pushing up her breasts practically into his face, and Dean had to appreciate the gesture. She looked like a whore, but not one of those crack cocaine whores in the alley ways and street corners like the one outside of Warrior Princess. She looked classy and kept together. His superiors would be proud.
"I'm him," he smiled, starting up the car, and driving his baby back home. "Guess I'm a special kind of man, Lulu."
"I guess so," Lulu said with a nod, giving Dean an appreciative smile.
She watched him through dark lashes as he drove, pretending not to be paying attention to where he was driving as she cast surreptitious glances at the street signs, just in case she had to call for a ride later.
Not that she anticipated any trouble.
"So," she asked, wondering what he had in mind, and if he likes to make small talk, or if he preferred to get right to business. "How shall we do this?"
Pressed up against Dean's bare, sculpted chest, Lulu took one of his hands and guided it to the zipper at the back of her deceptively complicated outfit--humming wantonly into his mouth.
One little tug, just free one zipper or two, and the whole thing--fur trim, corset, bondage skirt and all--would slip to the floor and leave her standing in front of him in nothing but her panties and thigh-high stockings.
He followed he movements, her guiding fingers, and felt the zipper at the back of her dress. A demon smile on his face, he pulled on the zipper, and the ensemble fell apart like a piece of fucking cake. She was a work of art, wasn't she? A smart one, one with a sense of humor to go around wearing a beautiful gown, and having it to be easy to disassemble. Dean wasn't complaining.
"Right here," he purred, wrapping his arms around her waist, and hoisting her up onto the counter beside wine and glasses.
A demon smile, quick hands making even quicker work of her garments, strong arms lifing her to the counter...
Humming like a siren, Lulu wrapped long legs around Dean's waist, on hand stealing to to the back of his neck as she pulled him close--close enough to pillow his head on her chest--teasing his ears with her mouth.
He was a tiger, she decided, and this? This was just the icing on the cake.
She must have done this plenty of times, getting the memo, and wrapping her legs around his waist. Lulu leaned over, and oh - wasn't that nice? A Hell of a lot of awesome foreplay, and more awesome times to come.
He was doing some roaming of his own, hands coming up to her breasts. Big, fucking knockers on a woman that were always fun to fondle, touch, play with - gently, of course. Dean was a lover, not a fighter.
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Fuck. No.
The caporegime drove his car slowly, parking by the designated place, and beeped his horn for the pretty girl to get in. He leaned on his wheel, smirking at her through glass windows.
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"You're Dean Winchester?" she asked, giving him the once over. Not that it mattered what he looked like, as long as he could put his money where his mouth was, but it never hurt to catch one that was easy on the eyes.
"I'm Lulu, by the way," she added. "And just so you know...I don't usually wait around on corners for just anyone."
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"I'm him," he smiled, starting up the car, and driving his baby back home. "Guess I'm a special kind of man, Lulu."
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She watched him through dark lashes as he drove, pretending not to be paying attention to where he was driving as she cast surreptitious glances at the street signs, just in case she had to call for a ride later.
Not that she anticipated any trouble.
"So," she asked, wondering what he had in mind, and if he likes to make small talk, or if he preferred to get right to business. "How shall we do this?"
Obviously she wasn't shy at all.
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One little tug, just free one zipper or two, and the whole thing--fur trim, corset, bondage skirt and all--would slip to the floor and leave her standing in front of him in nothing but her panties and thigh-high stockings.
"Where do you want me?"
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"Right here," he purred, wrapping his arms around her waist, and hoisting her up onto the counter beside wine and glasses.
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Humming like a siren, Lulu wrapped long legs around Dean's waist, on hand stealing to to the back of his neck as she pulled him close--close enough to pillow his head on her chest--teasing his ears with her mouth.
He was a tiger, she decided, and this? This was just the icing on the cake.
Reply
He was doing some roaming of his own, hands coming up to her breasts. Big, fucking knockers on a woman that were always fun to fondle, touch, play with - gently, of course. Dean was a lover, not a fighter.
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