Straight Up Offer

By PostSript56

Whenever I see a good-looking woman, I can't help striking up a conversation. I've always been like that and over the years I've gotten very good at it.

After a quick flirt, I'll engage her with questions that raise other possibilities. Nothing new about that, but it's not always easy when it comes down to it. By the third or fourth foray it's not unusual for the woman to lose interest. I'm good at keeping their interest.

I focus the conversation about them and sprinkle a little of myself in the margins. When you listen well, you get a real sense of the woman - how much they like what they like and how much they don't what they don't.

You build from there.

When it's time for me to share, I tell them my job is my hobby. I run group trips. It lets me travel for profit and pleasure. It's a good conversational extender, and, whether she travels or not, piques their interest. When, along our flirtatious route, instincts and circumstance converge, I tell them I'm a bull.

By then, I've piqued their interest and they rarely walk away. I wouldn't share if I thought they would. Many know what that means and others figure it out. Some laugh out of disbelief or defense. Some need it explained, but even those not interested enjoy the compliment of a come-on.

Their expressions are always interesting and their reactions always telling. Those few I've read wrong and are uncomfortable, make an excuse to walk away. Those interested, exchange numbers. Those too polite or conflicted I like the best - it lets me hone my sales skills.

There was one woman at a party, let's call her Alice, who, after my explanation, looked around to see if anyone heard. I said, "I hope I didn't make you uncomfortable. I wouldn't have brought it up, but it's obvious you enjoy sex by the way you move, and, " I waved my hand down and up to take her all in to illustrate my point, "by the way package your beauty. I apologize if I offended you."

I then clicked my heels militarily and bowed with an outward and flamboyant sweep of my arm.

She laughed, and not wanting to seem prudish, said, "No... no, it's ok, I'm not." With an amused expression she said, "That's quite a pick-up line."

"It's not a pick-up line," I smiled harmlessly, "it's an offer."

"Really." Alice paused and looked at me quizzically, "Does this usually work? I mean, do you get any takers?"

"I have references."

She laughed nervously in disbelief, "References? Really?"

I joined her laughter, "Yeah, I'll show you."

I unpocketed my phone and scrolled to some of the "thank you's" under my profile. After I showed her a few, I scrolled to some of the more, explicit comments and recommendations.

She straightened up, "What?... All those women are married?"

"All. Like you. Had the same doubts, but no longer." I pocketed my phone, "It's an offer I..."

"Alice!"

She spun in alarm, "... Michelle?!"

"Yes," she hugged Alice enthusiastically before releasing her, "I haven't seen you in ages."

The hug allowed Alice to regain her composure. She stepped back after the embrace, "Oh, my God! You look great Michelle!"

"So do you." She eyed me, "Who's your handsome friend?"

"Oh, Michelle, this is Alex, Alex, Michelle."

I shook her hand, "Nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you." she said, then looked at Alice, "I hope I'm not interrupting anything."

"No, no, we were just talking."

It was said more as an excuse than a fact and Michelle picked up on it, "You sure? I was about to get a drink before I saw you."

I stepped in, "Allow me. What are you drinking?"

She smiled, "Why, thank you. A glass of white wine."

I addressed Alice, "And you?"

"The same."

I nodded, "Ladies, I'll be right back."

I watched them from the bar. Alice was making gestures of light conversation and Michelle shot me a few looks of interest. I took out two business cards and, on the back of one, wrote, 'I enjoyed our conversation and hope you consider my services. Text or e-mail me anytime.'

"Here you go," I handed them each their drink and a card.

They gave staggered thank you's and read my business card.

They flipped their cards over. Michelle noticed the writing on Alice's. She said, "I'm sorry, did I interrupt your trip plans?"

"No, we were just talking, Alex made some suggestions."

I smiled at Alice, "I look forward to helping you any way I can. It's the reason I have so many repeat customers."

Michelle noticed I didn't get a drink for myself. "Nothing for you?"

"I have a beer at the bar. I've monopolized enough of Alice's time." I turned to Alice, "Hopefully we'll talk again." I included Michelle in my next comment, "I'm sure you two have a lot to catch up on. It was a pleasure to meet you."

"You too."

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In between their shared excitement and conversation, they shot me looks independent of each other; Alice more than Michelle. They were soon joined by their husbands judging by the pecks and hugs. I kept an eye on Alice throughout the evening and noticed she did the same.

She came up to me before leaving, "I just wanted to say goodbye. I didn't want you to think I was rude."

I shook her hand, "I would never think you're rude. I think you're beautiful."

She nodded at her husband who held up her coat and was waiting by the door.

I said, "I hope you didn't lose my card."

"No, I have it." She smiled farewell.

I nodded, "Good. Anything I can do."

She hurried off and looked back quickly from the door.

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I got a text from her days later. It was innocuous, a short text about how nice it was to have met me at the party, and so forth and so on, and that she was seeing a prospective client in my area and if I was free, we could have coffee. She gave me the date and time and I suggested the place.

I waved from my table in the corner. She smiled and ordered a coffee. She smiled again when I shook her hand and pulled out her seat for her.

She sat and looked at my laptop, "What are you doing?"

"Booking flights."

"For a trip you're running?"

"Yeah." I swept my hand around to include the coffee shop, "This is my office away from the office. I do a lot of my work here."

"Is this a bad time?"

"No, no, I put in a bid earlier for a section of seating. Timing is everything. I just got an alert from the site, that's all." I closed my laptop.

"Maybe you shouldn't close it in case you get another alert."

"No, I set a maximum on it that's lower than my offer on another site. I either get it or I don't. I can cancel either accepted offer within 24 hours. Either one will keep me under budget. So, you look very professional with your laptop bag and all. Insurance, right?"

I never meet anyone unprepared.

"That's right," she smiled, flattered I remembered.

"Does it cover heart-break?"

She made a funny little face with a puzzled smirk, "What?"

"You know, heart-break insurance." I jerked my chin up at her to emphasize my point, "You must break a lot of them."

She relaxed with a breath of laughter, "Oh, yeah, of course. Thank you."

I smiled, "No, I mean it."

She wobbled her head with a self-deprecating smile and a shrug, "Thank you."

"So, how was your day?"

"Stressful. I've been working quite a while to get this financial company as a new client. I had heard they were looking to change insurance companies. I had been in contact with them since I heard. Last week the CFO took up my offer to meet. I'd been preparing ever since. I had answers to every possible question and a structured insurance plan specifically for his company. He was happy with the product and he signed before I left."

I tipped my cup to hers, "Congratulations!"

"Thank you."

I looked at the wall clock in the coffee shop. It was 5:40. "Was the meeting long?"

"Not as long as it could have been. I got there before 3. The meeting was at 3. I had a lot of preliminary talks and texts with the people below him the previous weeks so much of the foundation was set. Still, I was nervous even though I was confident I had everything covered."

She sighed in retroactive relief and smiled. I noticed the blouse -- especially after her heavy sigh.

I know women like Alice. They are conservative in nature but know what they got. Appealing to Man's baser nature is always useful when closing deals.

I like women like Alice.

The top three buttons were undone, giving more than just a hint of cleavage. I pointed at her blouse, "Did you do that for me or the CFO?"

She looked down, "Oh!" then looked at me more in embarrassment that I had pointed it out. She made a 'got caught' face, blushed, and fumbled to button up quickly.

I grabbed her hand before she could, "Please don't."

She looked up at me.

"Let me believe it was for me."

She smiled, "Ok."

"Matter of fact, why don't you scoot in closer. You're awfully far away."

She wasn't. We both knew it. She grabbed the seat of her chair (which opened her blouse up noticeably), leaned forward, and bounced her chair in. Her tits jiggled enticingly as she did.

"How's that?" she asked without yet straightening.

I looked down her blouse unabashedly, "Perfect," I smiled, "Perfect."

She preened and straightened up slowly.

I like women like Alice.

"We should celebrate with a dinner next time you're in the area."

"You don't have to go to all that expense. Coffee is fine."

"In that case, let me get you an espresso and a party hat."

She really liked that. She laughed, a good laugh, a laugh from her core. She held up her cup in defense before her laugh died completely and said, "Thanks, I'm good with this."

"Okay, but if you want...", I gestured at my laptop, "I'll write it off."

"Ok," she smiled, "good to know. Anyway," she said, "my appointment was in the area so I thought it would be nice to have coffee."

"I'm glad you thought of me. I've thought of you. I have a very flexible schedule. I can be available anytime you want."

Alice stifled an awkward smile and looked down thoughtfully for a moment, "Thank you." I had seen this before. Now that things were getting down to brass tacks, she was losing her confidence and hedging her bets. "It's not about me, though. You remember my friend Michelle from the party?"

Yeah, I could tell. She was getting cold feet.

She was about to continue when I put a finger to my lips. I hand-motioned her forward as if to say something in confidence, and when she leaned in, I made a point of looking down her blouse. She wasn't sure what I wanted to say in confidence, but she knew I was staring at her tits. Finally, she whispered, when my silence made it awkward, "What?"

I shot my eyes up to hers, then back down to her tits, then back up to hers, and smiled, "You have perfect tits."

Without moving, Alice twisted her head quickly left then right and whispered again to maintain the outward appearance of confidentiality, "That's embarrassing. Someone might hear you."

"Undo another button."

"Stop that," she whispered, "You're going to embarrass me." She loved it. "I wanted to tell you about Michelle." She sat up and looked around. The place was picking up.

I played along, "What about Michelle?"

"You remember her?"

"Yes."

She leaned over and lowered her voice. Her voice was nervous, "You think she's attractive, right?"

I leaned in and lowered mine, "I'd fuck her if that's what you mean."

She looked around again to make sure, "Well, yes, that's what I mean."

"I'd rather fuck you. Undo a button."

She motioned me to lower my voice and looked around once again, "Stop it. You're embarrassing me."

No, I wasn't.

She straightened, but not completely, she maintained an angle of confidence, "Michelle said you were hot. She told me she's not getting any at home and hasn't been for a while. She told me she's been thinking of hooking up with someone. I thought you might contact her. I wanted you to know in case you found her attractive."

"So, you're pimping me out?"

"No, I didn't say anything to her. I'm just giving you a lead."

"That's funny, she said the same thing about you."

"What?!" I loved it. Alice's face turned red like she was caught with her hand in the cookie jar. "No, she didn't!"

"No, she didn't, but it's true, right?"

Her color returned to normal, but her body language didn't.

Alice squirmed a bit, "No, I get plenty at home."

"I'm sure. You're extremely hot. Plenty is one thing, satisfaction is another."

She bit her lip nervously.

"I appreciate you tipping me off to Michelle but, you know, you don't have to hear it from her. You can find out on your own."

She continued to bite her lip nervously.

"I guarantee you will have the most incredible sex you've ever had in your life. You know why?"

She looked at me without saying a word.

I answered my own question, "Because I will."

A trepidatious smile was forced from her lips.

"Come." I stood, "Take your coffee."

Alice stayed in her seat with that weak, nervous smile.

"You read the reviews. You know I'm a gentleman, right?"

She nodded once, hesitantly, slowly.

"And respectful, right?"

She nodded again the same way.

I sat back down. I leaned forward but she stayed upright in her chair. I whispered, "You're not sure. I understand. I know what you need. You know it. It's why you're here. You read my reviews. I don't need to say anything. You have an opportunity to experience something 'glorious', to quote one of my reviews. I know, with you, I would too. An opportunity like this would be a shame to waste. Wouldn't it?"

She gave a hesitant, non-committal wave of her head.

"I know. My home address isn't on my card." I took out a pen and wrote it on a napkin. I passed it to her. "I live around the corner. I have a beautiful apartment. I think you'd agree. I'm very proud of it."

When doubt slips into a woman's mind, offer something safe.

"If nothing else, I'd like you to see it," I smiled, "and you could tell me more about Michelle."

Sometimes pressing the deal loses the deal.

She looked surprised when I got up without further ado, and there was a hint of doubt and panic in her expression when I left.

I was answering emails when I heard her gentle knock. I opened the door and she gave me a hesitant, self-deprecating smile, "I'd like to see your apartment."

I showed her around and when we got to the bedroom I sat on the edge of the bed and spread my arms, "So, what do you think? Be honest."

"It's beautiful."

I got up from the bed and stopped in front of her, "Are you being honest? Or polite?"

"I'm being honest." She gave the place another once over, leaning out into the doorway and back in. "It's not what I expected. I'm being honest, your place is beautiful."

"My turn to be honest." I put my hands on her shoulders, "You're beautiful." She stood still and I looked her over admiringly. "Truly beautiful. Do you believe me?"

"Thank you."

I brushed her shoulders with my hands and down her arms and took her hands in mine, "I would say you were absolutely perfect except for one thing."

Alice squinted in question.

I stepped back and cocked my head in appraisal, then stepped forward again. I rested my elbow in the cup of one hand and put my index finger to my lips and nodded thoughtfully, "I think it's the hair. Stay still."

I reached out for the clip and Alice reached up reflexively.

"No, no. Please. I am an expert at this."

She relaxed and I took the clip out gently. She gave a little huff of annoyance when her hair fell in front of her face.

"Wait, wait, let me finish. Wait." I smoothed her hair out of her eyes and over her shoulders, enjoying its texture. "You have beautiful hair. You should flaunt it," I said as I framed it around her luscious breasts. I pulled another measured amount forward and added to the frame around them, tracing them lightly with my fingers. Her nipples were roused with anticipation.

I stepped back and her smile anticipated my approval. It stayed frozen on her face while she waited for my final evaluation. I squinted. Stepped forward. Adjusted a handful of hair. Adjusted another over her shoulder and another around her breasts, this time, lightly thumbing her nipples. They tightened more beneath my thumbs and a barely suppressed sigh escaped from Alice.

I stepped back. Her nipples raged against her bra in deep outline, her eyes closed like a day at the beach, and her lips, no longer smiling, were parted with yearning. Without a doubt, I was looking at a woman needing to be fucked.

I stepped forward.

Her eyes barely opened when I undid the fourth button of her white, professional blouse. Her eyes opened a little more after the fifth and were completely open with tacit approval as I undid the sixth.

There was no alarm in her eyes when I pulled her blouse from her skirt to undo the last button and none in her voice when she said, "I can't stay long."

I acknowledged her comment with a kiss and her eyes stayed closed and her mouth stayed ready as I pulled her blouse down her arms. Her lips parted and our tongues tangled in passion.

I reached around and unsnapped her bra and squeezed her tits gently and pulled her aching nipples. She moaned longingly.

I slipped off her bra and let it fall to the floor. I pulled my shirt over my head and let it join the heap below.

Alice pressed her hands up and down my body, "Oh, God, you're beautiful..." she whispered between kisses.

I undid the side-zipper of her skirt and she stepped out of it without breaking the kiss. She froze with a moan when my finger entered her pussy. I come-hithered her g-spot and thumbed her clit and Alice convulsed with an orgasm, yelping like a wounded dog.

I kept it up and my hand followed her down as she gripped my wrist.

I kicked off my shoes, stepped out of my pants, and stripped off my socks while she recovered on the floor. At the sight of my cock she mouthed, "You're huge..."

"Don't worry, baby. You'll be ready and able by the time I fuck you."

I lifted her onto the bed and kissed her thighs open. My lips and tongue teased a path inside her thighs and around her mons, adding to the boil. Alice was delirious with need and thrust her cunt up with every passing.

I strummed her g-spot with two fingers and she was going nuts even before I sucked her angry clit. Alice exploded. You would have thought there was a kennel in my room.

I put on a rubber while she curled in the bed and I straightened her out by the legs. "You're ready now, baby, aren't you?"

"Ahhh," she went when my cockhead slipped in and her "huh, huh, HAAAHH!", punctuated my short, short, long, thrusts. She went, "huh, HUH, HAAAH! HUH, HUH! HAAAHHH!!", and exploded when I hit her cervix.

I was balls deep and stayed there.

Alice grunted and clawed and grunted and clawed and got fucked and fucked and grunted and clawed... and silent... and howled... and silent... and howled... and whimpered and begged... and wanted me out, no in... yes in, no out.

I last long and recover fast and am known to last longer with my second woman so I hadn't cum yet with Alice, but I was close. I took off my rubber and put my cock to her mouth. "Here, baby. For you, for you!"

She took it from me and jerked me off into her mouth and rolled back on the bed.

She didn't say a word. Her chest heaved and she was sweaty. I lay next to her and she rolled into my arms. We stayed like that quite a while. She lifted her head just barely off my chest, "You're incredible." She reburied her head and played with my chest. "What time is it?"

"I don't know." I started to move.

"Don't get up. I have to use the bathroom."

Alice rolled over to the side of the bed and sat up with her feet planted on the floor. "God, that was a work out." She looked back at me over her shoulder, "Especially for my you-know-what." She braced herself to stand, "I hope I can walk."

I watched her pad gently to the bathroom. It does my heart good to see a woman happy from being fucked beyond her dreams.

I heard the toilet and the sink and the door opened.

"God, I'm a mess." Alice went for her bag. She looked at her phone, blew out a breath, and tapped. "Half-past 7," she announced.

"I didn't realize it was that late. Are you okay?"

"I'm okay. He works late Wednesdays. I texted him earlier to make sure."

"Good. I'm glad you came up."

"Me too." She kissed me. She didn't seem to be in a hurry.

"What time do you have to be home?"

"He's usually home by 9. I told him I would have drinks after my meeting with R & M. He knows it was successful."

Alice texted something, smiling as she did so. When her phone pinged, her smile brightened, "Can I buy you a drink?"

"Was that your husband?"

"Yeah, he said to enjoy the victory and take an Uber not the subway."

I kissed her, "Let's celebrate here." I got up. "I'll walk you down to Casey's afterwards and you can get an Uber from there. White wine?"

"Yes, that would be great."

I came back with two glasses and a Reisling and a Sauvignon Blanc. "Which one would you like to start with?"

"Start with?"

"Uh, huh."

"Are you trying to get me drunk?"

I handed her a glass. "Uh, huh. So, I can take advantage of you."

She chuckled, "I know I'm repeating myself, but coffee seemed to work just fine."

I liked the way she chuckled.

"I know," I said, "I have a bottle of coffee vodka. We can open it after the wine."

She chuckled at that too. "No, that's ok. We can start -- and end, with the Reisling. Nice glass." She examined it again in her hand, "I didn't know single men had anything other than beer mugs. I'm impressed. These are better than the ones I have at home."

I opened the wine and poured her a healthy one.

Alice raised her glass to get me to stop, "Whoa, you ARE trying to get me drunk."

I filled mine half-way, "Yep."

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I got my phone and put on my fuck music playlist. I was exposed to my parent's music at an early age and grew up with a lot of Barry White and Marvin Gaye. My parents liked to fuck. I guess that's where I got it from.

I climbed back into bed and sat up with the headboard as a backrest. Alice nestled into me.

"This is nice music." Alice sipped her wine and traced my pecs with her finger.

I agreed, "Mmm, hm."

Alice sipped her wine and continued to trace the muscles of my chest. I flexed them to make them flip.

She jumped, "Ooow, what was that?"

I did it again.

She giggled, "You have a great body. Great muscles." She stroked my cock. "I like this one the best."

We kissed and I caressed her tits. Her nipples got hard and I played with them. Her tongue tasted like wine. I put my glass on the side table and took Alice's from her and did the same.

My cock was hard in her hand and her thumb and fingers didn't touch. Alice gasped when my finger entered her and her tongue did double time in my mouth. She was gasping more when I entered another finger and teased her clit. I tapped and rubbed her g-spot and she was gasping more than kissing and then not even kissing. She was pussy-on-a-stick.

I stopped to reach back for a condom from the bedside drawer and Alice started sucking my dick. She had a great mouth; wide and full.

"You are a great cocksucker."

She took me out of her mouth, "I'll take that as a compliment."

"It was meant to be."

"Thank you."

"Don't mention it."

"I won't."

I knew this snarky back-and-forth would continue if I didn't take control. I propped her up against the headboard (how appropriate).

"I'm going to face-fuck you."

She was about to respond but I eased my cock in. I fucked her face nice and slow. She used her tongue very well and her humming added a nice touch. She was into it and she took a little more each time until she gagged.

She sputtered up, "Whoa, too much."

"That felt great." I kissed her, "You must be the best cocksucker in your neighborhood."

"If you say." She wiped her mouth.

"It's true though, isn't it?"

She wiped her chin, "How would I know?" Her look expressed a pride in the possibility of that unproven title.

"You can deepthroat your husband, right?"

"How do you drag me into these questions?"

"Well, do you?"

"What if?"

"C'mon. I know you do. Just admit it."

"Fine."

"I knew it. No question, you are, without a doubt, the best cocksucker in your neighborhood. I know it. You know it. Without a doubt. Stick with me and you'll be the best in the city."

"Alex, stop," she tried not to giggle, "you're embarrassing me."

"Was there any boyfriend you couldn't deepthroat?"

Her giggling increased in spite of her attempts not to. "Alex, you're not supposed to ask women such questions."

I didn't let up. She was loving it. "How many boyfriends did you have? You set a high bar for their wives, you know. After you, I bet they all complained about their wives."

Alice started chuckling in an embarrassed, 'you know it's true', type of way. I pulled her in and hugged her and she giggled into my heart. When she was done she looked up, "I feel incredible."

I kissed her offered lips. Our tongues resumed battle and Alice stroked my dick. She rolled her hips to give my fingers access and she moaned into my mouth. She humped my fingers, begging to be fucked without saying a word.

I played around her pussy lips and she grabbed my wrist and pulled it to her cunt for a penetrating finger. I palmed it instead.

"What does my little cocksucker want?"

She humped my hand wanting to be filled with more than a finger.

I shook a wrapped condom in her face, "What does my little cocksucker want?"

She grabbed at the condom but I pulled it away, "C'mon, tell me."

She grabbed at it again and this time got it.

"This!" She tore it out of its wrapper, "I want this, on you, in me."

I let her roll it on and Alice impaled herself on me. Alice could be quite the little savage. She rode my cock and keened into a growl, then into loud, sharp, moans. She collapsed onto me in a shivering orgasm and I lifted her with me as I rose out of bed. I stood and fucked her with her legs flailing for purchase before they wrapped around my waist.

"huhhuh,... OhmyGod..."huh, HUH, HAAAH! HUH, HUH! HAAAHHH!!!"

I dropped her on the bed and spun her to her stomach and pulled her ass up by her hips and wailed into her pussy. Alice was grunting and gasping and her juices ran down her pelvic grooves. I let her collapse to the bed when she came and flipped her to her back. It took me a second for me to rip off the condom and easy as hell to get my dick into her moaning mouth. Alice was still quivering, but quiet once my cock was in her mouth. She was sucking it hard like its seed was needed to nourish her body and she trembled more urgently when I came.

She swallowed and swallowed, turning red from excitement and lack of air. She pushed my cock away to swallow and breath.

I took her jaw in one hand and turned each cheek, dribbling my initials on her face; one on each cheek.

"What was that?" she asked breathlessly when I finished.

"Your cheeks have my initials in cum."

"So now what? You own me?"

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

"Maybe if things were different," she smiled, "but I have a family and a husband."

"Now you have a lover."

She whispered and smiled, "Now I have a lover."

Alice felt around and realized the area of dampness below her, to put it mildly, was quite extensive. She scooted out of it.

"Was that all me?"

"Yeah, I just provided the 'log' for the flume ride in your Water Park pussy."

She made a face with wide-open eyes and arched eyebrows, "Geez, well, I guess that explains it because I have no idea what happened. Water Park, huh?"." She swept her arm over the wet area to determine its extent, and smiled at me with fuck-love, "Well, that's MY first time BEING a water park."

I smiled back, "I love water parks."

Alice reached for my dick and kissed it, "I'm glad."

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While Alice washed up, I sent an email to the manager of one of the travel companies I was partnered with and asked him to review our insurance policies. I gave him Alice's name. I printed up his title, office number, and email address and gave it to Alice when she emerged from the bathroom.

"What's this?" She was combing out her hair with a damp brush.

"A new lead. They're reviewing their insurance needs."

She kissed me in mid-brushstroke, "You're so good."

I walked her down to Casey's and we had a drink and talked. She had a 'just fucked' glow.

She smiled in quiet awe, "I would never have thought what I felt was even possible, thank you for tonight."

I whispered in her ear, "I look forward to fucking you again."

She looked down and played with the rim of her glass and shook her head with a smile. She looked up and leaned over and whispered, "So does my cunt."

I leaned away slowly like I've never heard such language in my life, "Does your mother know you talk like that?"

She giggled and motioned 'come-hither' with her finger.

I leaned in slowly with feigned fear.

Her lips brushed my ear, "She would if she knew how good I got fucked."

She sat back and texted an Uber.

End of Part 1

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