Fuck a girl I just met on the street It’s cheaper and less controversial I suppose. I feel a pang of disappointment as she releases my hands from her breasts. “I have a proposition for you. “Oh yes. “Ah, I see. Just a mile or so until my turnoff. She dances for him, her movements becoming more and more provocative, until finally, he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a handful of cash. They have a lot more experience.” Her eyes sparkle with mischief. She reaches the edge of the stage and pauses, her eyes locked on mine as she runs her tongue over her lips. Did she somehow sense it? It’s an older car that still has the manual driving feature. Just a mile or so until my turnoff. Nobody is perfect,” she says. “Wait until you hear my offer, you might think differently.”
I take a good look at the girls kneeling by her side. The music reaches a crescendo, and she slowly begins to undo the clasp of her silver bikini top. “And if I accept, what is in it for me and what’s the catch?” I ask. She’s a blond-headed woman with a voluptuous figure, her curves spilling out of a sparkling silver bikini. “Another succubus to share my space with.” Her eyes refocus on me. They all seem to be working their magic on other men, but none of them hold a candle to the blond-haired dancer.
