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consenting adults, but couldn’t think of another word to call it. There would be a simple contract to sign that his lawyer advised him to create, to protect his assets from being taken away in a lawsuit.
    “Cynthia, come by Friday evening and I’ll give you a nice massage, at the very least. You don’t have to touch me, or return the massage. If you’re not in the mood for a massage, we can just hang out and talk, if you’d prefer. I like talking to you, Cynthia. In fact, you can drop by any time you want. Here’s my card. Just call me or text me if you want to come over. Do you think you can make it Friday night?”
    “I don’t know. I’ll… have to think about it.”
    “Of course.”
    I offered to pay for the coffee, but he stopped my hand before it entered my purse.
    “Don’t be silly. Absolutely not. The coffee is on me. Thanks for letting me unburden my twisted fantasies upon you, Cynthia. If I never see you again, forget about your ex-boyfriend. What did you call him again?”
    “Flaccid Bastard?”
    “Yeah, him. Forget about that guy. You know, fuck him. He doesn’t know what he gave up when he left you. And by the way, Cynthia, you are not overweight.”
    “Really? Perhaps you need to get your eyes examined Jeremy.”
    “What I mean is… I like the way you look. You have a very pretty body…”
    I looked down at the table, stunned. No man had ever, I mean ever complimented my pear-shaped body before.
    “Of course, you’re not telling me the truth, but it’s very kind of you to say that, Jeremy, even if you are lying,” I said, blinking back tears.
    “But I’m not lying to you, Cynthia. I find you very attractive.”
    “Uh-huh. Well, who wants to be told truth, anyway?”
    “Come on over Friday, Cynthia. We’ll just hang out and talk.”
    “Maybe, Jeremy.”
    As I stood up to leave, he politely stood up as well.
    “See you around,” I said.
    I turned my back and tried to get out of there without tripping over anyone. I heard his voice on my way out of the door. By his tone, he sounded like he thought he’d never see me again.
    “Have a nice life, Cynthia!”
    Oh I will, Jeremy, I will. Starting this Friday night.

Chapter Four
    Sapphire
    Dear Diary: I just had kinky sex with this hot guy named J! I’ve never been drilled so hard by a lover before. God, I’m kind of sore, actually, like I just rode a stallion out of the burning woods. So now I’m sitting around in this funny kind of waiting room full of fluffy pink pillows, finishing my second glass of Master J’s imported Bordeaux. I’m wearing a black thong, black stockings and garter belt, a black corset with a see-through top exposing my tits, and high heels. There is another girl sitting on a couch nearby, also wearing transparent lingerie exposing her curvy tits and ass. She’s looking pretty relaxed. Looks like J thoroughly worked her over too.
    I’m writing in this journal J gave me to kill the time. I’m getting a little bored here. Only wine? Shit! What kind of a lame party is this? I’m on my third glass and I don’t even have a slight buzz. I’ll probably take off soon. I got that paper due on Monday that I haven’t even started looming over my head like a dark rain cloud.
    J’s in with skank number 3 right now, doing God knows what to the poor girl. What a piece of work this guy is! Earlier this evening, J chained me to the wall in his little fun room, blindfolded me and then really took charge, positioning me face down over a foam wedge of some kind. I guess he’s secretly into B and D. J made me come twice, once with his tongue on my clitoris, very romantic. He made me mew and purr like a kitten that had just lapped up her cream. The second time I came super hard as he entered me from behind, making me shake and shiver inside like I never did before. And I couldn’t even make the guy come! Usually it’s the other way around with men. This guy may be naughty, but he’s also very polite. Women first,