Hot Tramp, I Love You So

Sharon works in the office with Melvin. She is gorgeous, 28 years old, with shoulder-length dark hair, blonde
highlights and soft features. They've worked together for two months. Melvin asked her out the first week. She respectfully declined for professional reasons, as it seems “inappropriate to date my boss”. He didn’t feel like her boss. He let her leave early, never pressed her on deadlines, bought her lunch and took cigarette breaks with her. The cigarette breaks were the best. Sometimes after a smoke he would see her come out and light up another just to be with her. He was enamored. Each day she became more angelic.

Sharon peeks her head into the manager’s office holding up a cigarette and lighter. Melvin takes his cue. Smoke break. Melvin lives for these moments. A whole five minutes with Sharon. A whole five minutes to wander into those eyes. They walk outside the office a little shivering on this chilly morning. By the entrance there is an outdoor ashtray,
shaped like an outdoor ashtray.

“So what are you up to this weekend?” he asks.

“Goin’ to a club tonight to see a band and then studying for my test all weekend.” She is referring to a web design
class she’s taking.

“Who ya goin’ to the club with?”

“Just this guy I’ve been dating.”

“Oh, really? Who? Is he taller than me? More money? Better looking? Are you fucking him already? Sucking his cock? Does he make you cuummm really hard? Answer me now, you have three seconds!!” He rattles off every dirty
question imaginable:

“Do you shave your pussy? Just trim it? And what about your panties? Do you wear women’s cotton briefs on a
regular basis or do you sometimes wear thongs, thereby allowing your bare ass cheeks to touch the material of the
pants or dress covering your hot ass? And as you go about your day, does the feeling of the fabric touching your
bare ass cheeks and the knowledge that your undergarments are less than traditional and somewhat risqué turn you on? Does it get you wet? After answering these preliminary questions, I’d like to know the following:

1.    What attracts you most to a man’s penis?

2.    How old were you when you first developed a love for cock?

3.    Have you ever fucked two or more men at one time and if so, how many men? What were the circumstances
that led to this slutty behavior and was the event preceded by the consumption of alcohol or drugs? If so, what type
of drug or drink and how many did you consume? After the event did you later regret your actions and feel bad for
your promiscuous behavior, realizing that these men were simply taking advantage of a drunken girl? Or were you entirely straight and fully aware of your wanton behavior, a helpless victim to your lustful desire for cock?”

4.    Do you ever feel less than a total human, a mere receptacle for the men that somehow coerce you into spreading your legs? In conjunction with this answer, please provide a full history of any and all abortions you have authorized on your body and the negative consequences these procedures had on your ovaries or your womb in general. Be specific as to any regret you have regarding the abuse of your God-given baby-making apparatus.

5.    Is there a direct correlation between your typical suburban values, the stuffed animals that you keep in the rear window of your car, and your late-night sexual escapades? Have you at any time used said stuffed animals as a pillow to rest your head whilst being poked in the backseat?

6.    Finally, and this question will require a calculator, what is the frequency to which you give up the pussé (pronounced poo-say with an accent on the ‘say’), keeping in mind that any day involving menstruation does not count? Your answer must be percentage-based and provide a ratio to the number of days in a month and every instance of penile penetration.”

“You have ten minutes to answer the above questions. Please have a number 2 sharpened pencil and fill in all the circles completely. Good luck.”

He looked at her for a moment. Her eyes were beautiful, a light blue, almost gray, and the whites crystal clear. She was so pure, so clean, so undamaged by society.

“Just this guy I’ve been dating”, she answers.

“So, how’s that going?”

“It’s going okay. You know, all guys are perfect when it starts out. I’m just waiting for him to turn bad like the rest of ‘em.” She takes a long drag off her cigarette, exhales into a perfect forced smile and puts it out.

“I hope you have fun tonight”, he says with feigned interest. While holding the door he checks out her ass and silently, they both walk in.