I felt so slutty and hot to be wearing a thong and taking pictures I knew I would eventually be sending to the man who would fuck me. After I had done...that I was ready for the next step, to find the right guy. I had taken an old iPhone I wasn't using anymore and downloaded apps. As anyone who has used those before knows new users get a lot of attention early. I had maybe been on there an hour and my phone was getting blown up with messages from various guys. So many messages, mostly "hey". Suppose - suppose we don't tell your mother." He looked up at that, sudden eagerness flickering across his features. "Don't look so damn excited until you've heard the alternative. Suppose instead, I - " Would he swallow it? I felt almost as agitated as he looked, at the prospect? "Suppose instead I provide you with a little of the proper physical chastisement of which you're so obviously in need?" He flinched, the realization of exactly what I was suggesting slowly dawning. "You mean...?". Everyone shook hands and prepared to leave. ‘Paul, wait a minute.’ Hopkins called out as everyone was leaving the room. Paul didn’t really want to meet with Hopkins, but couldn’t find a way to avoid it. The two kept silent until all had left the room. ‘Well, you won.’ Hopkins said. ‘Are you saying that I won because you didn’t?’ Paul challenged him. ‘I guess so.’ he answered. ‘I have higher standards than that, Arthur.’ Paul declared. ‘No one won. It cost everyone involved. For some, it cost a. Gunnar saw me and I pretended not to see him and walked to Cal. He revved his engine as the last car slid into place and Li’l J was counting the last buy in while six girls vied to be the starter. I leaned down to Cal. ‘Marcus has him, I’m drawing him over and he’ll tag the car.’ ‘Got it.’ ‘You really gonna take Suki’s money?’ I asked with a smile. He looked at her. ‘Maybe I’ll let her win.’ I snorted and heard my name. Li’l J was calling me and I walked in front of the cars and ignored a few.