Stone's Throw

[GamesMaster]

Seeing that he's not understanding, she steps forward, tracing a finger down his front. "And what about... other things?"

[Andreas Amell]

"Other things?" he repeated, leaning back from her touch. He shook his head, confusion pushed away by duty-- and a strong desire to not fuck this up, to not disappoint Cameron and his other friends. "No matter. I was given very clear instructions; no coin, no delivery. No IOUs or trades. Terribly sorry, miss."

[GamesMaster]

"But what if I can make it worth your while?" she asks, moving closer to him, and then her lips are pressing against his, her tits smooshing against his chest. 

[Andreas Amell]

Andreas is a nice man really.

A good man even.

A man that tries to treat others, if not warmly, then at least kindly, politely. 

He's also a very young man, a sheltered man.

With a startled yelp, he snapped his head back and pushed out at the same time.

[GamesMaster]

Without too much resistance, she stumbles back, falling on her ass. "Hey!"

[Andreas Amell]

"Ah! That-- my apolog-- wait, what are you doing? Why--" Andreas sputtered rapidly.

[GamesMaster]

"I was offering your choice of services," she groans. 

[Andreas Amell]

"That is not a--" Shit! Don't let out you're underage, dumbass! "--n allowed tender. Form of payment. Ah. Coin. Coin is allowed."

[GamesMaster]

"No-one needs to know. You loan me a little coin, and I give you whatever you desire."

[Andreas Amell]

Why would I spend coin on..? "I don't have any coin, miss, that's why I'm working this job."

[GamesMaster]

Her eyes flick over him briefly. "Then I suppose you should set the package on the table and leave."

[Andreas Amell]

"Not without payment-- in coin," he added swiftly.

[GamesMaster]

"So, what, you're trapped in my flat until I cough up the coin?" she asked dryly. 

[Andreas Amell]

"I was actually planning to simply go to the next client, actually," Andreas replied politely. 

[GamesMaster]

"Then what are you waiting for? Go."