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[color=8882be]"I'm gonna scam the shit outta that dime,"[/color] Lauren stated. It had just kind of slipped out of her, but as she heard her own matter-of-fact words, she knew she was about to roll with it. The particular con she already had in mind came as easily to her as breathing.

If you asked Amy Desire, she would tell you that the only way to cut to the heart of a millionaire was through sex - a slow, practiced lie, seduction and fucking choreographed to the point of sterility, repeated ad nauseum until even the idea of tearing your clothes off left you about as revved as the thought of an amputee checking your boobs for lumps. Sex was dope. But Lauren Negasi popped it open when she [i]wanted[/i] to, not needed to.

That was why she hadn't taken the stripper on a second dinner yet. The only thing she knew was real on Amy Desire had been used up for half a decade.

[color=ec008c][i]Your tongue is the most important part of your body, god,[/i][/color] she heard her Pops' voice admonish her in her ear. [color=ec008c][i]Talk is cheap. Talk costs you nothing. My tongue can take a dollar outta your pocket and put a dollar into mine all day long and it cost me nothing, yanahhmean, god? Your tongue's silver, god. Never use nothin' on your body until you're sure your tongue ain't the key.[/i][/color]

Her mind cut back to the present. And the girl at the bar. And Amy. Amy would have fucked this broad and gotten what she wanted by morning, using every trick in the book to blow the teacher's mind. Lauren was better.

Lauren could make a paycheck just off of her tongue. And maybe a couple digits.

Maybe more than one paycheck.

[color=8882be][i]My tongue can talk a dollar outta your pocket and into mine all day long and it cost me nothing, yanahhmean, god?[/i][/color]

[color=8882be]"Hey, Cap. I got an idea. A little gamble. I'll bet you this jacket - designer, leather, fits like a glove and guaranteed to smell like me for at least two hundred sessions in your masturbatorium - that I can go over there and steal her purse in ten minutes." [/color]

It looked like crocodile, she could tell from here, and that was good. Crocodile would sell for at least five digits. Maybe more, depending on designer, age, and ornaments inside. It'd make a worthy prize, one that thrilled her and her confidence enough that she could even risk a garment that she'd owned proudly almost half her life. Lauren shrugged off her distinctive angelic-colorway jacket and stretched her arms behind her back, pushing out her chest. Then she reached for the pair of sunglasses she made for herself and slipped them into the neckline of her black t-shirt, dragging the already dangerous border down slightly further. 

[color=8882be]"I have faith in my teammates,"[/color] she deadpanned with a wicked grin.

[color=00aeef]"Do you."[/color] By now, Ben Lloyd sounded bored. [color=00aeef]"I don't see the girls around anywhere."[/color]

[color=8882be]"That's because you've grown used to their presence, babe."[/color] Lauren shrugged her shoulders, like a boxer approaching the ring, and one jade eye winked in Ben's direction. [color=8882be]"I'm talking about the other girls. Together, we form [b][i]Team BASDDL[/i][/b]. And we can do just about goddamn anything. So, whatcha puttin' up?"[/color]