" There, I said it. I won the argument. Or did I lose it?With a dismissive motion of his hand he said "naaah, I'm good." I was relieved and disapp...inted at the same time. After about 30 seconds he said "You know, that's not a bad idea." Another 30 seconds. "That's a good idea. That's a REAL good idea." Another 10 seconds. "I'm in room xxxxx. That's the building over there -- the second one over -- third floor, just as you get off the elevator ... I'm going up there pretty soon.". I walked up and mouthed “are you okay?” and she put one finger up to tell me to wait a minute. I sat down next to her and waited for her to finish her rant.“Huh, people are fucking useless!” she groaned as she hung up to phone.“What happened, everything okay?” I put on my best concerned face as I am very awkward in situations like this.“Yeah, my friend just left me with no way to get home. See, she was supposed to take me home, and we were supposed to hang out, but she wants to go hang out with. The clear nectar is dripping from my sultry well. As my eyes are locked on his I slide two fingers deep inside my pussy. My moan is loud, too loud. It’s authentic but is also for effect. I want him – no I need him – to want this, really want this. And frankly I’d like nothing better than to fuck that big thick cock right here and now. In my sexiest voice I seal the deal. “Do you want this?” I ask as I draw my dripping fingers out of my cunny and straight to my mouth. Slowly, and one at a time,. Damn it, even her voice was sexy, Becky fuming silently as she looked her new competition up and down in disdain.“Well, I need to speak with him, and he hasn’t been answering his phone.”“You must be Becky,” the strange woman mused, a smile curling her lips. “Ryan has told me all about you.”“Oh?” Becky replied, blowing a strand of her dark hair out of her face. “I’m afraid he hasn’t told me anything about you. Who might you be?”“My name is ... Natasha,” the stranger said with a smile. “Pleased.