Drop the Towel - Taking a Risk

***All characters are over 18 and are fictional. Any resemblance to any real-life persons or situations is purely coincidental.

AUTHORS NOTE: I had a few other ideas after my first Drop the Towel story using the same theme. I'm not going to make too many stories about this, but maybe a small anthology about it.

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Before Ian left the house, he texted his friend Nick that he would be coming over with the rest of the money he owed him. He also apologized for coming so early in the morning but he had a busy day ahead of him and wanted to get this one detail out of the way before he got to them. Recently, Ian had won three thousand dollars from his bookie on a couple of college football games. The teams he picked had such longshot odds of winning, even his bookie thought was a stupid bet for him to take, but he couldn't help taking the risk. As his father used to say, "no risk, no reward." But he knew his father was talking more about taking a risk in life, not gambling, something he would never approve of.

He owed Nick a lot of money for some work he had done on his car a few months ago. He was already being given the friend's discount and was willing to take payments for it in cash. Ian was going through some money trouble at the time, some of it from his gambling, but mostly because the company he worked for cut his hours so he was being paid less these days. His car was breaking down, and he needed it to get around, especially to do some rideshare driving on the side for extra income. Nick owned an auto repair shop and helped him out with it by keeping the cost of the repairs as low as he could. Ian made his payments regularly and had $1500 left to pay him back, which Ian wanted to pay back right away before he got the urge to gamble it all away on another longshot.

When he was only a few minutes away from Nick's house he got a call from Nick and put him on the speaker so he could drive without distractions. After they said good morning to each other, Ian explained about the money he had won and wanted to pay him back what's left of what he owed him.

"Can you do this later or tomorrow?" Nick asked. "I'm not at the house right now; there was an emergency at my shop. Can you come later or tomorrow?"

"What's the emergency? It's Saturday, I thought your shop was closed on the weekends."

Nick explained how he got a call early this morning about how a couple of people had broken into the shop. They thought they cut the alarm not realizing that they actually set it off and the police came and arrested them before they got away. Now, he had to go to his shop to assess any damage they caused and file a police report.

"I'm sorry about your shop. But I'm very close to your house, can't I just leave the money in the mailbox?"

"I'd rather you didn't," said Nick. "This burglary got me spooked and I don't want to leave your money out in the open like that. But I do have a lady friend at the house right now, her name is Sandy. She was there when I got the call from the police and will be sticking around for a while. She can let you in and you can wait around until I come back. I should be back in about an hour or so."

"Now when you say 'lady friend', do you mean girlfriend?"

Nick had a little laugh. "No, Sandy is just a woman who I like to call on from time to time, that's all you need to know."

"You don't have to say any more. I think I got the picture."

Nick was known to be a big player among their group of friends. He had a new girl almost every other week, sometimes two at a time. He even had a few women around who were just friends with benefits. Ian didn't think that really worked outside of the movies, but Nick proved it was possible with the right person.

A few years ago, he became a legend with their friends when he was seeing three women at once for six months before they found out about each other. Afterwards, two of them stuck around a little longer because that's apparently how good he was with women.

"But she must be something more than just a 'lady friend' if you're letting her shower and do her laundry there."

"It was a little more complicated than that," Nick replied.

Nick explained how usually when Sandy sleeps over, she takes a quick shower, have some coffee with him and leaves. But last night while they were sleeping, Nick's basset hound, Bowser, named after the Super Mario Bros. villain, came into the bedroom and slept on Sandy's clothes that she left by the bed. When they woke up after getting the call about the break-in, they discovered how Bowser had drooled all over her clothes. Nick felt bad about what Bowser had done, so while he went off to deal with the police, he told her she could wash her clothes there and just lock the door behind her when she leaves. She had been over his place enough times that she earned his trust to be left alone at his place.

Ian completely understood how Bowser's drooling can be a nuisance. Last year, he slipped on a puddle of his saliva in Nick's kitchen and banged his head against the refrigerator. He didn't hit his head that bad, but the side of his head was sore for the rest of the day.

"Alright, I don't mind waiting around your place until you come back," said Ian.

"Cool, I'll call her now so she'll know you're coming and won't be surprised."

Ian made it to Nick's house a few minutes later. He parked on the curb in front of the house behind a blue Hyundai which he's assuming belongs to Nick's lady friend. He got out of the car, walked up to the house and rang the doorbell. A moment later, the door opened, and he was stunned by the beautiful woman he was seeing. She was in her mid-twenties, about 5'8", with bright blue eyes and long, dirty blonde hair, but what surprised Ian the most was how she was standing there with a towel wrapped around her body. He could tell that she had just gotten out of the shower not long ago from how wet her hair looked and the towel looked a little damp as well. The towel was kind of short and it showed plenty of her perfect legs and plenty of her cleavage on top. He guessed she was somewhere in the high C or low D cup range.

He realized he was staring at her a little too long and forced himself to finally say something.

"Hi, you must be Sandy," said Ian.

"You must be Ian, please come in," she said, letting him walk past her before closing the door. "I have some coffee brewing, you want some?"

"I would love some. Thank you."

As soon as he came in, he was greeted by Bowser, who jumped up on Ian's legs, and he petted his head a little. The dog then went over to Sandy, who bent down to rub the back of his head with both hands.

"You're a little drool machine, but you're such a cute little doggie," she said in a cutesy tone that some people give to dogs they like.

Bowser jumped up at Sandy, putting his paws on her chest, and when it came down, he almost took her towel off. Ian got excited at the chance to see Sandy, but she quickly fixed up her towel and laughed at the situation.

"He's such a little troublemaker," she said.

"Yes, he is," said Ian.

Ian followed her to the kitchen and got a good look at her from behind. He mouthed the word 'damn' as he stared at her. He couldn't believe how lucky Nick was with women that he could get himself a girl like this to be his fuck buddy.

"Sorry for the way I look right now," she said. "I know this looks kind of awkward."

"It's not a problem," said Ian. Meaning he had no problem hanging around a beautiful woman in a towel that's barely covering her body.

As she made them both a cup of coffee, she wanted to explain her appearance, but Ian told her that Nick explained what Bowser did to her clothes. She said she held no hard feelings toward Bowser for it and she still loved the silly mutt, as she called him. Sandy did explain how, after she washed her clothes and put them in the dryer, she realized she had plenty of time to take a shower. She had gotten Nick's call as she got out of the shower about Ian coming over and had to quickly dry herself off before he arrived. She had just gotten the towel wrapped around her body when Ian rang the doorbell, and she had to run to answer the door.

"So, now I'm just waiting around until my clothes are dry, and then I'm out of here," she said.

"At least you have some company now while you wait."

"Cheers to that," she said, and they both clanked their coffee cups together.

As he drank his coffee, he couldn't stop staring at Sandy in that towel. It was just one piece of cloth away from her being fully naked. She didn't seem to notice him ogling her as she continued to talk. She was saying something about going to college, but he could barely pay attention to what she was saying. All he could think about was how she might look naked. He was really excited when Bowser almost pulled her towel off, and now the idea of what she looked like naked was all he could think about.

He suddenly remembered a story he read on the internet about a situation similar to this. There was a guy who went over to his buddy's house and was greeted at the door by his buddy's new girlfriend while she was wrapped in a towel. The guy took a big chance and told the woman he'd give her $100 if she would drop the towel. She took the money from him, dropped the towel, and let him see her hot, naked body. Later, she found out from her boyfriend about how a friend of his was stopping by to give him the $100 that he owed him. He wasn't sure if the story was true or not, but it was still funny to think about.

Ian realized how he was in the exact same situation. He was there to give Nick some money he owed him, and now there was this sexy woman in a towel. Seeing her standing there like this he couldn't help thinking how maybe he could try the same exact thing with her. Nick already made it clear that she wasn't his girlfriend, just someone he enjoyed casual sex with, so it wouldn't be like he was doing this with a woman whom Nick had deep feelings for. Even if she told Nick what he offered her, he probably wouldn't care. Even if Nick did somehow think it was wrong for him to try that, he wouldn't be mad at him for too long about it.

There was also the chance Sandy would already know about the towel story and realize that the money he was offering her was actually supposed to go to Nick. He was beginning to like Sandy, but he couldn't help thinking how it would be a clever way to see her naked.

He decided to go for it. As always, he figured the risk was worth the reward. The worst-case scenario he could think of was that she would slap him in the face and he wouldn't blame her if she did. He was used to women slapping him in the face by now; he realized he could be a dick sometimes but he just couldn't help himself.

"Sandy, I need to ask you something, and I want you to keep an open mind about what I'm going to ask."

""What is it?" she asked.

Ian reached into his pocket, where he had Nick's money, pulled out only one of the large bills that was there, and held it up in his hand.

"I'll give you $100 to drop the towel," he said.

Sandy's eyes widened to show how stunned she was by Ian's request. Seeing her expression made Ian think he had made a big mistake.

"Sure."

"Really?" he asked.

"Why not? It's a hundred dollars just to see me naked; easy money."

He hoped for a yes, but even he was surprised by how casual she was about accepting his offer. But he didn't question it; he just handed her the money, and she put it down on the kitchen counter since she had nowhere else to put it. She immediately dropped the towel and just stood there in front of him, with her hands on her hips and giving him a big smile. He could see that she liked to work out; her pussy was shaved, she had a thin waist, and best of all, she had large, perfectly round tits. She slowly turned around for him so he could get a look at her perfect ass as well.

"Damn," was all Ian could say.

"You approve?" she asked.

"What man wouldn't approve of this?" he replied. "You're like one of those A. I. art images come to life."

"Thank you," she replied. "I never got that kind of compliment before; it sounds kind of nice."

Something came over Ian as he reached into his pocket and took out another two hundred dollars this time. It was another big risk he was taking, but he needed to try.

"Maybe I'm asking for too much, but I'll give you another $200 if you let me feel your breasts," he said.

"OK," she said. "Only for three minutes, no more than that."

Ian couldn't believe his luck. Despite his confidence in the situation, he was prepared for her to be offended by this kind of offer. It was one thing to pay to see her naked; it was another to ask to pay to feel up her tits. But he was happy to see that she was very willing to go along with this for the money.

He gave her the money, and she put it with the other hundred she had on the kitchen counter. He then reached out his hands, eager to feel those beautiful mounds of flesh, but she stopped him by grabbing both of his hands.

"Be gentle," she said. "And hands only; don't try to put your mouth on them, or anything else you may be thinking about doing."

"Understood."

"And I do know some martial arts if you try anything with me; don't try to test me on that."

"I promise, I'm not that kind of guy."

She let go of his hands, and he grabbed both of her breasts. He gave them both gentle squeezes and slightly pinching the nipples; they were big, soft, and had the perfect texture to them. He had his hands on plenty of women's tits before, mostly from strippers he got lap dances from, but this was indeed the best pair he ever felt.

"Wow, these are amazing," he said.

"Yeah, they are awesome," she replied with a smug smile.

"Are these real? They feel too perfect to be real."

Sandy laughed. "It's funny how often I get asked that. But I assure you, they're one hundred percent all natural."

Sandy was using the clock on the oven to keep track of how long Ian had been playing with her tits. She liked the way he was feeling her up and thought the ridiculous grin he had was very funny. When Ian's time was up, she made him take his hands off of her. Ian was disappointed that it was over, but he agreed to the time limit and had to abide by it.

Sandy picked up her towel and was about to wrap it back around her before Ian stopped her. He was about to go one step further in this venture, something he was sure she would say no to this time, but again, all he could think about was how the risk was worth the reward.

"Ok, I may be going overboard with this one, but I have one more offer for you," he said.

"Go on," she said.

Ian took a moment to prepare his offer to her. He assumed this insane venture of his was probably stemming from his gambling addiction, but despite knowing this, he was still going to go for it. He took out the remaining money he had to give Nick and held it up in front of her.

"This is $1,200," he said. "All yours if you let me fuck you."

Sandy grabbed the money and combined it with the other $300 she had just earned from him.

"Let's use his spare bedroom," she said. "I'm not comfortable using Nick's bedroom for this."

Ian couldn't believe what was happening to him. Even during his best win streaks, he never felt this lucky.

Sandy picked up her towel, and he followed her upstairs. He was glad that she was walking in front of him so she wouldn't see how giddy he was behaving. He had been with many women before, but he was never as excited to have sex with someone as he was right now.

Before they got to the spare bedroom, she needed to make a quick stop in Nick's bedroom. There, she threw away the towel in the laundry basket in Nick's master bathroom, picked up her purse that she had left there and put the money inside of it. She took the purse with her as she left the room and Ian followed her the rest of the way to the bedroom.

Bowser had followed them into the room and barked at them a few times. Sandy grabbed him by the collar and made him leave the room.

"Not this time, buddy," she said to the dog. "You have caused enough trouble for me already."

She got the dog out of the room and closed the door behind her. When she turned around to face Ian, he tried to kiss her, but she stopped him.

"No kissing," she said very assertively. ""Just straight sex, no funny business. Alright?"

"No problem," said Ian. Not getting to kiss he was disappointing, but he understood that she probably didn't want to make it too intimate.

She put her purse on the nightstand and took out a condom. She asked if he wanted to put it on or if he wanted her to do it for him. Ian was surprised by this question and said he'd like her to put the condom on; it had been a while since a woman had done this for him, and he thought it might be fun to see.

She got down on her knees and began to unwrap it as Ian quickly dropped his pants. His large dick sprang to action, nearly hitting her face, but it didn't seem to bother her. Sandy put the condom on his dick very quickly, making Ian wonder how often she did this and why it made her put it on him so fast. He stopped asking himself questions like that when Sandy opened her mouth wide and took his dick into her mouth.

"Damn," said Ian.

She left it in her mouth for a moment. She wanted him to enjoy the feeling of her warm mouth engulfing his dick. She started bobbing her head, slowly at first, to get him slightly warmed up. Her lips were perfectly sealed around the shaft while her tongue massaged it every time it entered her mouth. She then slowly increased her speed as she grabbed his balls with one hand and began massaging them. Ian put his hand on the back of her head, hoping to control the motion of her oral skills, but she swatted his hand away. She had done this enough times that she didn't need any help giving a good blowjob.

When she was sure he was ready, she stopped the blowjob and stood back up. She then went to bed and lied down on her back. She looked at Ian with a lustful look and signaled for him to come to her with her finger, as if she were a queen giving an order to her servant. He may be paying her for sex, but she was showing that she was in control of the situation here.

Ian removed the rest of his clothing and got on the bed with her. He got on top of her and again tried to kiss her, but she turned her head just in time.

"I told you, no kissing," she reminded him. "I don't even let Nick kiss me."

"I'm sorry. It won't happen again."

He thought that sounded a little unusual since she and Nick were fuck buddies, but he figured it was a way to make it less personable between them and keep it just about sex.

He started kissing her neck, something he was sure she would let him do. She began moaning as he did this, so he kept going. Soon, he began to move downward on her body, kissing her along the way. He stopped at her breasts, where he spent plenty of time kissing them and sucking on her nipples. Sandy was used to this by now; every man she had ever been with liked to play with her big tits before they wanted to fuck. Some were good at it, and it turned her on, while others just slobbered all over them. Ian was somewhere in between. He was doing alright with her breasts but she was starting to get bored with him just staying there. After a while, Ian moved one of his hands to her pussy and began fingering her, which she really liked and finally began to enjoy herself.

When he was finally done, he moved back up on her body, and she showed that she was ready for him as she opened her legs for him. Without hesitation, Ian pushed his dick into her tight, wet pussy.

"Oh, that feels so good," she whispered into his ear.

He left it in there for a moment, enjoying the sensation of how her pussy felt around his dick. Although Ian had his share of pussy before, this one felt especially perfect around his dick. Even Sandy was enjoying the first moment of Ian entering her body. It didn't matter how many men she had been with; she always loved the feeling of having a new dick inside of her.

Ian went slow at first, something he liked to do to get a woman warmed up for what was about to come. Sandy actually preferred to be fucked hard right away, but she was letting him do whatever he liked with her, figuring he'd eventually get there on his own. She didn't have to wait long before he began to pick up the pace and was fucking her faster. She held Ian close to her body, her nails digging into his back, leaving small scratches.

"Oh yes, that's it! Fuck me! Fuck me hard!" she yelled.

Ian smiled as she said these things. He liked knowing that he was giving her a good time in bed.

They turned over so Sandy could be on top of him and take over. Ian just laid there and watched Sandy grind her pussy around his dick and watch her big tits bounce around. Her hands were firmly holding her headboard as she began to go faster. He would rather be the dominant one during sex, but he could see how much fun she was having and didn't want take that away from her.

"You like this?" she asked. "You like watching me ride your dick like this?"

"Oh yes, I'm loving this."

"You like treating me like a paid slut."

"Yes, I do, you fucking whore."

She began riding him faster. His dick began to hurt from the way she was grinding, but he was loving every moment of it. She was working his dick so hard that Ian had to keep his hands firmly on her hips to keep her steady because he was afraid, she was going to bounce off his dick and hit the floor. She finally stopped when she let out a powerful scream as an orgasm shot through her body.

Ian took this moment to get her off of him, and he made her get on her hands and knees. He slapped her ass a couple of times, which she loved and asked him to do it again. He did it a few more times while calling her a dirty whore and other names. He thought he was going too far with the name-calling, but she really seemed to like it, so he kept going.

When he was ready, he grabbed her by her hips and shoved his dick back into her pussy. He began fucking her harder and faster than he had gone with any other woman before. Sandy was trying her best to hold onto the bed, grabbing it from the edges, so she could keep herself steady while she was having her pussy pounded in this position. She was feeling great pain from how hard she was being fucked, but it was the best kind of pain she could feel, and she wanted more of it.

"Yes! Fuck my pussy! Pound my slut hole!" she screamed.

"You like this you fucking slut? You like being treated like a whore?"

"Oh yeah, that's right I'm a whore!" she yelled back. "Treat me like a whore."

Before she knew it, she had another orgasm, and she let out an ear-piercing scream that momentarily distracted Ian from his performance before he went back to fucking her again. He was very pleased with himself for getting her to come twice so far.

He smiled as he realized he was having the best time of his life and how he was going to get away with this little plan of his to trick Sandy into fucking him for free. He could only wonder how she would feel when she had to give Nick his money. This helped him to realize that he had to get out of the house fast before Nick came home and let Sandy deal with the consequences. He knew he was being a major asshole about this, but he was too far along to stop now.

He got her to come one more time before he sensed that he was finally about to be finished. He tried to hold off as much as possible, but it wasn't long before he shot his cum into the condom, and he had no choice but to stop and pull out of her.

"Good job," she said. "I hope you got your money's worth."

"I definitely did."

Ian got out of bed and went to the bathroom to flush away the condom and wash himself up. He went back to the room to find that Sandy was gone. He put his clothes back on and went to look for her; it wasn't long before she found her in the laundry room getting dressed. Bowser was also there, just hanging around her. She was now wearing jeans and a t-shirt featuring the logo of a heavy metal band.

"I realized my clothes were probably done by now and decided it was time to get dressed," she said. "It feels so good putting them on right out of the dryer."

"Listen, I had a great time but I have to get going," he told her.

"Are you sure?" she asked. "I thought you needed to wait for Nick to come back."

"I just realized that I have somewhere to be. I'll catch up with him later."

The truth was, he wanted to get out of there before Nick came back, and she realized he tried to pay her for sex with the money he owed Nick. They said their goodbyes, and he walked out of the house, just in time for Nick to pull into his driveway. He got out of the car, and they greeted each other while Ian made his way to his car.

"Where are you going?" Nick asked.

"I realized I have somewhere to be," said Ian.

"What about my money?"

"I left it with Sandy, you can get it from her."

Before Nick could say anything, Ian walked away fast, got into his car, and drove off.

"I can't believe it," he said to himself. "I got away with it."

He had a good laugh at what he had just done. He would get the money from Sandy, and she would not be able to tell Nick how he gave it to her without revealing how she agreed to be paid for sex. Even though they were just friends with benefits, it was not something she would be confessing about to Nick without looking like a complete whore to him.

Even on his best gambling days, he had never felt so lucky in his life.

LATER THAT DAY

Ian was sitting on his couch watching the National League wild card game when he got a knock on his door. He went to check out who it was, saw it was Nick, carrying two six-packs of their favorite beer, and invited him in.

"I didn't expect you to come over," said Ian. "You want to watch the game with me?"

"That's why I brought this beer," said Nick.

"Good thinking, come right on in."

"But first, we have to talk about the money you owe me,"

"I gave it to Sandy. She was supposed to give it to you."

"You mean the money you tried to use to pay her for sex?"

Ian was surprised; he didn't think Sandy would tell Nick what they had done together. He was sure that no woman would admit she was just paid to have sex with some guy, even with someone she was in a casual sexual relationship with.

"Oh right, the money... You see, what happened was... she was in a towel." Ian couldn't get the right words out of his mouth.

"I'm guessing, after seeing her wrapped in a towel, you probably remembered the story of the guy who paid a woman with her boyfriend's money to drop the towel and decided to try it out on her, am I right?"

"Um, yeah," said Ian.

"And you decided to try going a lot further by seeing if you could offer her more money to fuck her because you're a gambling addict and like to take crazy risks like that."

Ian couldn't believe how Nick figured it all out like this.

"Yeah, that's what happened," he confessed and feeling very nervous about what was about to come next.

"Yeah, she also knew about that towel story. She knew what you were trying to do from the beginning."

"Damn," said Ian, feeling very upset about the situation.

"So, you probably thought she would give me the money and never tell me about how you two fucked in my house."

"Yeah, you got me," said Ian.

"So, that's her money. You said you won more money yesterday, so I guess I'll take what you got left from your winnings for myself."

"But the money I gave her was supposed to go to you," said Ian. "You should take that money."

"No, I already told you it's her money that she earned."

"What are you talking about? She's just one of your fuck buddies, not some prostitute."

"Actually, yes, she is," said Nick.

"What?"

"She's a prostitute," Nick revealed. "Although she likes to be called an escort because it sounds more professional."

"What?" Ian repeated.

Nick explained that she was an escort who he occasionally called over for sex. He was very friendly with her because he got to know her over time, which is why she got to use his shower occasionally and did her laundry at his place today.

This was a shock to Ian, but a few things about her suddenly made sense. It explained how she was not bothered by his offer to pay her for everything he got her to do. It also explained how she was so good with putting on the condom for him and why she didn't want to kiss him; it was something he heard that prostitutes refused to do because it was too intimate and they wanted to keep it all business.

"But you're such a player, always with a new woman. Why are you paying a hooker?"

"Like I said, she prefers to be called an escort," Nick replied. "Also, I may get laid a lot on my own, but I still like to get more on the side when I can, so sometimes I pay for it. Not often, but I do with a few women I know like Sandy."

"Unbelievable," Ian said as he smacked himself in the forehead.

"So the money you gave her was for the services that she normally offers, so it's hers to keep," said Nick. "Which means you still owe me $1,500, and I'm here to collect."

"You have got to be fucking kidding me," Ian said in disbelief.

"I'm not kidding. I figured I better get my money from you fast before you gamble that away and we start this all over again."

Ian walked away from Nick, saying he was going to get his money. He asked him to wait for him in the living room until he got it. He got the money from a hiding place in his bedroom and counted it out for the last time.

He couldn't believe how his plan backfired on him like this. He was sure he was getting away with fucking Sandy for nothing and still paying back the money to Nick. Now he found out that he was paying for sex with an actual escort who knew what he was planning to do the whole time. To top it all off, he still had to pay Nick back all of his money, so now he had nothing left from his winnings. He realized he went too far this time and it completely backfired on him. But despite everything, he realized what he tried to do to Sandy was a major dick move, so he definitely had this coming.

He found Nick sitting on his couch who had a beer ready for Ian on the coffee table. He sat down next to him, gave him his money, grabbed his beer and went back to watching the game.

"Are you OK?" Nick asked as he pocketed the money.

"Yeah, I'm OK," said Ian.

"You know you were being a major dick trying to trick her like that, don't you?"

"Yeah, I knew that at the time, but I couldn't help myself. I deserve to feel like an asshole about it now."

"You also should've known that this was somehow going to backfire against you," Nick continued. "If you think about it, even if she wasn't an escort, there were plenty of ways this was going to fail."

"Yeah, I should've known something like this was going to happen," said Ian. "Maybe I do have a gambling problem."

Nick laughed. "Yeah, you definitely do. By the way, Sandy usually charges $500."

"Damnit," said Ian. "Can I get her number? Maybe she and I can--"

"Not likely, bro."

Nick explained how Sandy was slowing down her side business as an escort as she was finishing college. She was down to only a few clients now, including Nick, and after she graduates, she's going to officially retire. She only agreed to have sex with Ian this one time because he was offering her a lot of money, and that she knew what he was planning to do and how it was going to turn against him when she tells Nick about it.

Ian asked what she was studying and Nick said that she was getting a bachelor's degree in special education and was going to be working with kids with special needs. This was another complete surprise to Ian; he had heard her mention something about college but was too focused on trying to score with her to pay attention. Hearing this about her, he was actually kind of impressed by her.

"Well, I hope she does well in her new career," said Ian. "Hey, does she really know martial arts?"

"Black belts in both judo and Tae kwon do," said Nick. "She showed me some of her martial arts videos. I'm not joking when I say she could kick both our asses at the same time."

Ian was getting more and more impressed by Sandy.

"By the way, there's actually one more thing I need to tell you."

"Seriously?" Ian said angrily. "What more could there be?"

"She wanted me to let you know that she does let her clients kiss her during sex. She just didn't want to you to kiss her."

"Ok, that hurts," said Ian looking very disappointed. "But I deserve that.