The whispering rub of cheap polyester pierced throughher torment, causing her to glance at the illuminateddoorway. She saw a blackened silhouette, sho...ter,thicker and somehow more menacing than that which wouldhave heralded the return of her boyfriend. Her thighstightened in response, as she unwilling gave in to herlust to be touched, stroked, thrust into. Sherecognized him as he came nearer and, rather than thedisgust that had shadowed their few previousintroductions, the repulsiveness that. Another minute of unfathomable silence passed, Belle’s expression giving little away. “Well, you have my card now.” He sounded almost disappointed. “Call me if you want to have a shoot. Bring someone with you, if you don’t trust me.” She watched him, searching for his angle, for the cracks in his veneer, but there were none—as best she could work out, Harold had no ulterior motive. He stood to leave, giving the silent Belle a sad parting smile. “It really was a pleasure to meet you. Sorry if I. The dank little room assaulted my sensitive nose as soon as I opened the door. It reeked of too many years of whiskey, cum and shit. If you would cram your nose into the nasty ass crack of a three-day-old corpse of a cheap, drunken whore you could get a feel for what I was enduring.I dropped my gear on the counter and spoke in a loud voice at the same time. The effect startled the old clerk out of his drunken stupor and almost into action."What do you want?" the old man slurred between rotten. To say our online relationship was sexually charged would be a gross understatement; but we never expected an opportunity to make our shared fantasies a reality. This all changed when my boss called me into his office. We had recently “restructured”, basically laid-off a bunch of field consultants, and now we needed someone in Detroit for a week at the end of the month. That someone was me; I hadn’t been in the field for years, but it seems that part of the restructuring meant I’d have to fill.