Suerte/Lara
Lara squirmed helplessly, her moans quickly turning into cries as she felt something squirming in a place beyond her walls. Still, she couldn't help but feel warm at her manager's concern. She wanted to support him, but the sheer pleasure she was feeling blurred her brain, causing her to call out,
"Ah! More!"
The cowgirl moaned too, astonished she could get so much pleasure from Vanilla rubbing her leg. Looking down, she realized she was suddenly wearing a T shirt, her nipples poking out from underneath the cloth. Despite it technically covering more, it didn't hide much. Her massive breasts filled out the shirt easily, making the cloth just a thin layer coating her chest.
"Mmmm...." she said, slowly approaching the man. "Well... I don't know if I want to just throw myself at the guy who is threatening to call the cops on us. Those guys are bad news."
Extending her arm, she wrapped her fingers around his collar before sliding it to his throat. Slowly but surely, he began siphoning his luck into her body. Everything that could go wrong would go wrong, likely including that cop call. Meanwhile, she would see a boost to her already astounding luck. With a smirk, she lifted the man off the ground, her free hand on her hip, right next to the butt of her gun.
"Vanilla, you think I could do it from here?"