The Cream Deal I was squeezed into my skin tight red dress, heels high, lips painted a dangerous shade of red, ready to turn heads. But just as I reached for my luxury face cream, disaster. Empty!……
There was no way I was stepping out anything less than flawless, so I turned to the old man. His wallet was clamped tighter than a nun’s thighs on Sunday, but I wasn’t leaving without what I wanted!
A slow strut, a slow sensual striptease to reveal my sexy lingerie, and suddenly, he was feeling extra generous, just not with his money. Instead, he offered me a “natural face cream” and well… let’s just say, by the end of it, I was the one leaving him dry.
