"I've never seen nicer legs than yours."

"Thanks, Tony," she said. "Does that mean I get the job?"

"You've got everything it takes… good looks, a good disposition. If you're nice to me, the job's yours."

"Does that mean what I think it means?" Tony nodded. His leering grin was gone. In its place was open admiration as he looked at her body.

"Tony, do I look like a whore?"

He pulled his eyes from her cunt and looked up at her face, startled. "No, Donna! Hell, no! You're a beautifully built girl! You're not a whore!"

"Then, Goddammit, stop treating me like one. I don't fuck for money. I won't fuck for a job either. If you want me to go to bed with you, all you have to do is ask."

He swallowed and said, "All right, Donna. I'm sorry. I'd really like to fuck you. Will you come to bed with me?"

She passed a hand lightly over the trace of beard stubble on his jaw and said, "Let's go upstairs."

When he released her hips, she bent and picked up her panties and then gathered up her dress and bra. As she walked naked before him, he followed her up the dark, creaking stairs.

In the tiny combination living room and bedroom, she tossed her clothes on the dresser, motioned toward the easy chair, and said, "I'll be right back. Just want to look in on Danny."

Standing by the crib in the little connecting room, she drew the blanket back and picked up the tiny sleeping figure. She held his face against her tit and he sucked the dry nipple in his sleep. His eyes never opened.

Donna sensed a presence behind her and turned. Tony was standing there, smiling.

"He's real cute," he said. "You think a lot of him, don't you?"

"I'd do anything for the little fella," she said, putting him back in the crib. She tucked the blanket around him and then followed Tony out, closing the door behind her.

She said, "Would you like me to take the rest of my clothes off?"