“Samantha.” She’s also told me— repeatedly , that she works as a nurse at Grace Hospital. Judging by the Wal-Mart employee card that’s hiding behind her license, I’m assuming that part isn’t true either.
I look over my shoulder, where she’s now sprawled across the bed’s silk sheets. Her creamy colored skin is unmarred and smooth; her bow shaped lips are slightly swollen and puffy.
Her green eyes meet mine and she slowly sits up, spreading her legs further apart, whispering, “You know you want to stay. Stay ...”
My cock starts to harden—it’s definitely up for another round, but seeing her real name has ruined any chance of that for me. I can’t stand to be around anyone who’s lied to me, even if she does have double D tits and a mouth from heaven.
I toss the wallet into her lap. “You told me your name was Samantha.”
“Okay. And ?”
“Your name is Sarah .”
“So what?” She shrugs, beckoning me with her hand. “I never give my real name to men I meet on the internet.”
“You just fuck them in five star hotel suites?”
“Why do you suddenly care about my real name?”
“ I don’t .” I glance at my watch. “Are you spending the night in this room or do I need to give you cab money to get home?”
“ What ?”
“Was my question unclear?”
“Wow...Just, wow...” She shakes her head. “How much longer do you think you’ll be able to keep doing this?”
“Keep doing what ?”
“Chatting someone up for a week, fucking her, and moving on to the next. How much longer?”
“Until my dick stops working.” I put on my jacket. “Do you need cab fare or are you staying? Check out is at noon.”
“Do you know that men like you— relationship avoiders , are the type that typically fall the hardest?”
“Did they teach you that at Wal-Mart?”
“Just because someone from your past hurt you doesn’t mean that every woman after her will.” She purses her lips. “That’s probably why you are the way you are. Maybe if you tried to actually date someone you’d be a lot happier. You should take her out for dinner and actually listen, see her to her door without expecting an invitation inside, and maybe bypass the whole ‘let’s go fuck’ in the hotel suite thing at the end.”
Where are my keys? I need to go. Now.
“I can see it now...” She can’t seem to shut up. “You’re going to want more than sex one day, and the person you want it from is going to be someone you least expect. Someone who will force you to give in.”
I pull my keys from underneath her crumpled dress and sigh. “Do you need cab money?”
“I have my own car, dick-face.” She rolls her eyes. “Are you really this incapable of having a regular conversation? Would it kill you to talk to me for a few minutes after sex?”
“We have nothing more to discuss.” I put my room key on the nightstand and walk toward the door. “It was very nice meeting you, Samantha, Sarah . Whatever the hell your name is. Have a great night.”
“ Screw you !”
“Three times was more than enough. No, thank you.”
“Things are going to catch up to you one day, asshole!” She yells as I step into the hallway. “Karma is one hell of a bitch!”
“I know.” I toss back. “I fucked her two weeks ago...”
Contract (n.):
An agreement between two people that creates an obligation to do or not do a particular action.
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A ndrew
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S ix years later...
Durham, North Carolina
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T he woman who was currently sitting across from me was a fucking liar.
Dressed in an ugly ass grey sweater and a red plaid skirt, her hair looked as if it’d been dyed with a box of crayons. She looked nothing like the woman in the picture online, nothing like the smiling blonde with C-cup breasts, butterfly tattoos, and plump, pink lips.
Before I’d agreed to this date, I’d specifically asked for three separate proof of truth pictures: one
I look over my shoulder, where she’s now sprawled across the bed’s silk sheets. Her creamy colored skin is unmarred and smooth; her bow shaped lips are slightly swollen and puffy.
Her green eyes meet mine and she slowly sits up, spreading her legs further apart, whispering, “You know you want to stay. Stay ...”
My cock starts to harden—it’s definitely up for another round, but seeing her real name has ruined any chance of that for me. I can’t stand to be around anyone who’s lied to me, even if she does have double D tits and a mouth from heaven.
I toss the wallet into her lap. “You told me your name was Samantha.”
“Okay. And ?”
“Your name is Sarah .”
“So what?” She shrugs, beckoning me with her hand. “I never give my real name to men I meet on the internet.”
“You just fuck them in five star hotel suites?”
“Why do you suddenly care about my real name?”
“ I don’t .” I glance at my watch. “Are you spending the night in this room or do I need to give you cab money to get home?”
“ What ?”
“Was my question unclear?”
“Wow...Just, wow...” She shakes her head. “How much longer do you think you’ll be able to keep doing this?”
“Keep doing what ?”
“Chatting someone up for a week, fucking her, and moving on to the next. How much longer?”
“Until my dick stops working.” I put on my jacket. “Do you need cab fare or are you staying? Check out is at noon.”
“Do you know that men like you— relationship avoiders , are the type that typically fall the hardest?”
“Did they teach you that at Wal-Mart?”
“Just because someone from your past hurt you doesn’t mean that every woman after her will.” She purses her lips. “That’s probably why you are the way you are. Maybe if you tried to actually date someone you’d be a lot happier. You should take her out for dinner and actually listen, see her to her door without expecting an invitation inside, and maybe bypass the whole ‘let’s go fuck’ in the hotel suite thing at the end.”
Where are my keys? I need to go. Now.
“I can see it now...” She can’t seem to shut up. “You’re going to want more than sex one day, and the person you want it from is going to be someone you least expect. Someone who will force you to give in.”
I pull my keys from underneath her crumpled dress and sigh. “Do you need cab money?”
“I have my own car, dick-face.” She rolls her eyes. “Are you really this incapable of having a regular conversation? Would it kill you to talk to me for a few minutes after sex?”
“We have nothing more to discuss.” I put my room key on the nightstand and walk toward the door. “It was very nice meeting you, Samantha, Sarah . Whatever the hell your name is. Have a great night.”
“ Screw you !”
“Three times was more than enough. No, thank you.”
“Things are going to catch up to you one day, asshole!” She yells as I step into the hallway. “Karma is one hell of a bitch!”
“I know.” I toss back. “I fucked her two weeks ago...”
Contract (n.):
An agreement between two people that creates an obligation to do or not do a particular action.
––––––––
A ndrew
––––––––
S ix years later...
Durham, North Carolina
––––––––
T he woman who was currently sitting across from me was a fucking liar.
Dressed in an ugly ass grey sweater and a red plaid skirt, her hair looked as if it’d been dyed with a box of crayons. She looked nothing like the woman in the picture online, nothing like the smiling blonde with C-cup breasts, butterfly tattoos, and plump, pink lips.
Before I’d agreed to this date, I’d specifically asked for three separate proof of truth pictures: one
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