Choovanski, you idiot. She doesn't give a shit about how you used to get paid for this. That thought had been trying to jackhammer its way into Katchoo's skull for so long, some metaphorical drill bit company had made a fortune by now. If it had been racing John Henry, he'd be five mountain tunnels ahead out of sheer boredom.
Anyway, this was very strictly the exact opposite of business; there was nothing artful or calculated about Katchoo running her hands up Francine's arms while those tongue-things were keeping her too busy to comment. It wasn't gauged to apply just enough pressure to tantalize; it was something she just needed to do.
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Date: 2010-01-20 03:08 am (UTC)Anyway, this was very strictly the exact opposite of business; there was nothing artful or calculated about Katchoo running her hands up Francine's arms while those tongue-things were keeping her too busy to comment. It wasn't gauged to apply just enough pressure to tantalize; it was something she just needed to do.