You’re thirty-four, not eighty.
Stop trying to make it a problem.
I’m not sure I’m ready for a real date.
I’m not talking about a date.
I’m talking about fucking. Just a hookup.
You’ll be in control.
You can tell me to do whatever you want.
Use me.
You want me to lick your pussy for two hours straight, I will.
You want to strap me to your bed and ride my dick like a bicycle, you can.
Okay, stop.
Why? Does talking about sex make you uncomfortable?
A little.
You need to get over that.
Come on.
Tell me right now what you would do to me.
No.
Why?
Because I don’t know you.
So.
I just told you I’d lick your pussy.
It’s not that hard. Come on.
If you could have your way with me right now, what would you do?
The typing bubbles bounce for a few minutes before she finally responds.
I hate being on top. And I don’t really want you to lick my you-know-what for two hours.
I smile. There’s something about this woman I like. And I might be crazy for trying to meet up with her and willingly let her do what she wants with me when I haven’t even met her, but I can’t help it. She intrigues me.
Okay. So what do you like?
I don’t know.
Sounds like you just haven’t been with the right guy.
Give me a chance.
I’m literally giving you my body so you can use it to get off.
Why would you do that?
Chances are I’m going to enjoy it.
And I’d like to prove a point.
And maybe experiment a little.
Okay, I have an idea.
I’m listening.
There’s a sex club. Salacious.
My fingers freeze over the screen. Oh god, please don’t suggest we go there. This woman has no idea my dad is the owner, and she’s never going to find out.
I know it sounds crazy, but they have a masquerade night once a week. You don’t have to be a member to go. It’s like an open house. We could meet there. And if we want…we can rent a room.
Do you go there?
No.
I just saw the announcement.
When is it?
Friday night.
Fuck. My dad’s engagement party.
What time?
Late. Ten?
Surely, I can sneak out of the party by then. Fuck, am I really considering this? Going to his fucking sex club?
Yes, but it’s not in support of him or the club. It’s just to meet this lady and hopefully get laid. Like an ironic form of rebellion.
I’m in. Friday at ten.
Until then I want you to think about what you want.
Watch some porn to get some ideas.