We had a good friendship.She was a party girl too, liked a wine or two on a Friday. We ended up last out of the bar.That was when she told me, quietly...and confidently that if I didn;t fuck her tonight, then she would be convinced that I was just a fake Lad, just booze no substance.(Party Boy didn't back down from a challenge - but if I did then she would have a very quick result and my reputation would be shot to pieces)She called a taxi to her home, I followed like a dog on heat. What the. She ended up standing there in a tight corset, G string, a pair of thigh boots with long gloves and holding a riding crop. With her slicked back hair in a tight bunch on the top of her head and the slutty make-up she was the full-on porn star whore she had always secretly wanted to be. When she saw herself in a mirror she almost came and sat down quickly, her pussy leaking juices. As she leant back her legs parted and she saw the flash of the camera. She looked straight at the lens, widening. There were lots of sexy women like me, a good bit of natural women and lots of guys. I had no plan as I hit the bar and ordered a vodka tonic. The alcohol soothed my nerves and soon I was smiling and even moving with the music. Then I saw a very attractive Asian girl walk by the bar. We locked eyes but she kept going with her friends. I didn’t know if she was a ’special’ lady or not she looked that good. I finished my drink and grabbed another. I had to take it easy though, I had a conference 9. I say nothing, just taking your hand and leading you through the doorway. After you pass, I close the door behind you and throw the bolt.You jump a bit as the spring latch slams home, and look back at me. I only smile and wink.You look around, you've never been in my house before. You watch me light some of the oil lamps, your smile slowly growing on your face. I turn off the light and we are bathed in the soft, gentle glow of the lamps. Still standing, I walk over to you and gaze into your.