Wanna play with me? – It can be one on one or one on six, honey. As long as the appearance fee is right.
Good with balls – Yes, but I think I may have blown my trial with the Globetrotters.
Careers advice – I came back to thank my adviser for helping me to choose the career that’s right for me. He appreciated the gesture.
Brothel selection – How come the blonde in the nurse’s outfit always gets chosen first?
Dangerous Suki on the loose – The signs are all there. Ignore them at your peril.
Heavy breather – Someone has taken my fancy.
Where is the orgy? – I’m not impressed by the crowd in general though. Do you like my pussy pendulum?
Let’s go up to my room – It’s up that staircase. No, it’s up the other staircase.
It’s a rolled up sock – What a let-down! I was looking forward to that.
Suki is hypnotic – I love it when I’m proved correct.
Painted hussy – “When you’re done painting Suki, you have the dining room and my bedroom to paint.”
On-board games – Most people content themselves with quoits on deck. This rich guy wants mild torture and live sex shows. It takes all sorts, I guess.
I’ve got the loot – After the robbery they gave me the cash to hide. It’s in the lute (you know how I love a pun). Don’t call me a lyre (2 for 1 special!).
Just practising – I’m forever spilling stuff on my tits. Practice does not necessarily make perfect.
Yoga anyone? – My engine is up and running. Of course, it’s not yoga classes I’m offering.
Time to get down to it – Honestly, some people can’t take a hint. They need it spelt out for them.
In the enchanted forest – Paint-balling is such fun when you have a cooperative opponent.
I’d like to make a few points – First and foremost – you don’t mess with the Sukster!
That’s why they’re called high heels – Just demonstrating my athletic sexual potential to the guy next door.
I told you my martial arts school was better – Why couldn’t they just accept my word for it? No, everybody wants to see the evidence.
Garden massage – I adore performing for an appreciative audience, even when all I have to do is lie there.
Sunday best – A park bench is as good a place as any to pick up the male(s) of the species.
The whole package – A forward little slut, aren’t I?
Home truths – I didn’t really need the official diagnosis, but my new boyfriend’s mother insisted.
No room at the Inn – The holiday “cure” didn’t really help matters as my luck seemed to have run out. What have they got against blonde hookers anyway?
Me want – Methinks me get, too. Perhaps my luck is changing.
Look, no Suki – It’s a fake mirror, OK! I’m not a vampire. There’s just a trick to it with curved glass. Have I ever lied to you?
Couples catered for – They blindfolded me so that I wouldn’t know who was doing what to whom, but I knew easily enough.
Forget the guy – We soon got rid of the unnecessary part of the equation.
The big finale – Tah-dah! Cunt reveal, the end!