"Well ."Well ... yeah ... I, uh ... I mean, I'd _like_ to ... to maybe do some more with you ... I mean ... I mean if you want to ... uh, you seemed to imply that ..." "Well, Al," she interrupted, somewhat more warmly but still with unmistakable whorishness. "I'm sure we can work something out ... under the right circumstances I'm willing to do a whole lot more with you." She smiled and her voice became more friendly. "But for now, hurry up and get dressed," she continued. "We can discuss it later -- I'm not going anywhare. You should go into the bathroom and clean up a little. I'll tell Rachael you'll be right back if she calls. Now hurry ... and unlock the door so you can get back in." I was still too dazed to think very clearly, so I just followed Mary's orders and went into the bathroom to wash up. Once there, I noticed that I didn't look as dissheveled as I had feared. My clothes had stayed pretty much unwrinkled because I'd taken them off before getting down on the floor, and all I had to do was wash my face and comb down my hair before I looked more or less normal. The cold water on my face helped to get me back to an acceptable level of lucidity, and I was then able to reflect on everything that had happened since I arrived. I began to fear my meeting with Rachael -- if she and Mary were working together on this, I reflected, who knows what she'd lay on me in this meeting. Actually, I had a way out -- I could just go home right then, skipping out on the meeting. The thought was tempting, but not as tempting as Mary, who had seemed to promise further sex with me. Her whorish attitude led me to wonder if perhaps she was some sort of hooker. I actually hoped she was, because I had more confidence that I could get what I want from a woman if its for money than for any other reason. The prospect of somehow arranging more hot sex with Mary after my meeting with Rachael was the only thing that kept me from running away. |