" You're his mistress?" The man said with a smirk."Mistress? I don't understand. What's mistress?" Do you....uh....sleep with him?" sleep with him?" Z...lena was still bewildered. Then she got it. "You mean fuck him? No! He's old fat man. Very nice man, lots of money, but no, he doesn't fuck me." She said, reddening a little."How long have you been in England?" Fred asked.And after she explained, omitting the part of wanting to be an escort, he told her that girls didn't say 'fuck' to total. The hallways smelled like sweat and cunt and musty carpet.I’d envisioned this as an entirely dispassionate and serviceable encounter, a satiation of long-building and rapidly boiling lust for both parties. I wasn’t thinking of it as turning the tables on the cock-tease and “give her what she wanted,” but rather as something truly satisfying, something better than perhaps she could ever imagine, or that both of us could. Regarding my newly acquired experience, though much of it was strictly. She is wearing it straight tonight. She decided to wear a form fitting tube top dress. She wanted to show off as much as possible to make sure she got laid. Clearly not a problem in this crowd. I told her there was no way that two girls as hot as us can’t get laid at a frat party. That is why I chose a fun loose fitting summer dress. The skirt hung to the middle of my thighs and was lined with lace at the bottom. I was not too athletic but I was petite which played to my favor. My hair was dark. .." Thanks for the charity fuck," he snapped at her. "I realize no woman wants to be stuck..." He paused, searching for words."Jack! Is that what you thought that was, a charity fuck?" Red faced, she took a deep breath, "How dare you? What do you think I am? A charity fuck? Is that all you think of me?" She trembled with rage. "I just wanted to tell you that I understood about you saying ... you loved me ... when we were ... fucking. Forget it. What a silly fool you must think I am." You shut.