I protested that it would be easier for her to go out and pick up a guy, but she had confidence I wouldn’t have any trouble. Without getting too off...track here, let me just say the first two attempts went poorly. The first try was like fishing in the Hudson River – no luck. And the second time, I got this girl home who was on some kind of drug and freaked out before anything even happened. The third time, however, was the charm. I went out on a Saturday night to a local dance club. When I left. She turned to her left looking at Art. "If you want me too, I'll suck your cock." She told him in a sultry voice."Huh?" Art looked over at her confused."Your hand looks like it hurts. I bet if I sucked you off it'd take some of the pain away. I'll give you some of the best head you ever had." She ran her tongue seductively over her lips."Jesus Christ! What the fuck are you? Some kind of little whore or something?" Art wrinkled his nose."No I'm not!" She answered him defiantly. "I'm just a girl. I pulled her sock off and began rubbing the sole of her foot. She reclined on her back and looked up at me. "Kelley says that if you recite The Sick Child it means her panties are soon to be pulled down." That's just something she likes to tell people. It doesn't happen that way," I said as I twisted Marcie's toes."Doesn't she like foot massages?"I removed her other boot and sock. "She loves foot massages. She begs me for them." Are you saying that it doesn't happen the way she tells it?" she. She nodded at the door. Karl did exactly as she wanted him to. He left the room casually and five minutes later, she was in the back of the stock room kissing his beautiful lips as he pressed her back against the wall. It was the lunch break. No one was around. Karl only had a day left before he moved on. When she felt the size of his erection, she made up her mind. She went down on her knees and opened his pants. As he gripped her hair, she opened her mouth and let him do as he wanted. Oskar.