The fiery rose

I slowly turned around to notice the hot blonde in front of me wearing a red and black corset along with the same themed skirt with no shorts on underneath. Is she trying to look like Harley Quinn?
“You’ve been staring at that masturbater for awhile. Are you interested in it?”
“One-hundred and twenty dollars. Nope.” Yeah, still a cheap skate.
She spends about twenty minutes telling me about the best ones they had to offer that didn’t have the price tag of a first-rate date.
Honestly, All I could think about was bending her over and shoving my hard throbbing cock into her wet pussy and fucking her until she couldn’t walk any longer. Or have her luscious red lipstick covered lips sucking down my juices as I climaxed in her mouth. Her breast, I just wanted to suck on them and have her suffocate me with them.
“Sir?” She called me back.
“You might want to cover your erection.”
“Shit!” I said to myself as I covered my hard-on from her. Note to self: Do not wear exercise pants with no boxers ever again!
“So, you want this one?” She asked, shit-face grin and all.
“I’ll take it!”
“Want Cherry Flavor lube with that?”
“Yes.”
“That’ll be one-hundred twenty dollars and forty-three cents.”
“Fuck.” I said in my shame.