Category: The Pimp

by Writing Shark

Choosing the bear

Everyone in the airport can see immediately that he is a soldier and it doesn’t matter if you are in Switzerland or the States, for a mountain of a man, the crowds on every continent on earth part.

For how impressive he is, it was surprisingly easy to summon him to you. To beg, as you remember, but men of his rank do not allow themselves to be ordered around by civilians. But that doesn’t worry you. A call to your father, an assurance later that the family name and fortune would not be affected, and your father allowed you to go your own way. He was even a little pleased when he heard the energy in your voice.

Getting the soldier to the airport was then just another call to your family’s security chief away. He was offended that you wanted to hire an ex-soldier, but had no objection to your money and sent you one name. Teddy.

Now, six hours later, the crowd in front of you parts and reveals Teddy, who looks not unlike a bloodthirsty grizzly bear and probably tears his victims to pieces in close combat instead of using his weapon. At least that’s what you think with your impressive military knowledge that barely goes beyond a round of CoD and a bit of MJ.

“Hello,” you greet the man who sits down next to you at the table in the restaurant without saying a word. People are walking around everywhere and you can’t imagine why he chose this public place of all places. An unusual dryness spreads in your mouth, completely different from the water that was running in it when you saw Hannah. Even before Teddy looks at you, it’s clear who’s in charge here. And that’s exactly how you want it.

“What should I do for you?” he asks without looking at you.

“Would you like something to drink?” you offer uncertainly, but the man with a long, unkempt beard and trucker cap on his head refuses your offer.

“My superior has already told me everything I need to know,” the man growls in a deep voice. “Tough guy. Combat experience. Weapons.” Then he looks at you. “And no qualms about killing.” Suddenly you are filled with fear and all you can do is nod. “I am all of that, kid,” the man growls again. “The question is why a high society wimp like you needs someone like me if he doesn’t want to go to war.”

“Well…” you mumble and consider backing out. Then you clench your teeth. “That’s exactly what I want to do.” Your eyes meet Teddy’s. “I want to go to war.” And then you reveal your plan to the elite soldier.

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“I think I’ll have a beer,” the man says half an hour later and waves the waitress over while you sip your ‘gay little cocktail’. Silence spreads and you feel like a schoolchild who is terrified that his homework isn’t enough. Teddy gets his beer, drinks half of it in one gulp and then puts the mug down so hard that you flinch slightly.

“I’m sure I understand that correctly,” he says and burps quietly. He turns around on his bar stool and looks you over for the first time. “You want to go to a foreign city, preferably with a lot of crime. You want to find a hooker there. You want to get her to work for you and earn money. You want to take on the criminal underworld. You want to be a gangster. A boss. You want to be a pimp.”

“Yes” is all you say.

“And you need me to protect you.”

“Exactly. Me and my girl. I plan to keep my origins as secret as possible, but if necessary, I’ll point out that I come from a powerful weapons consortium. The police have to intervene if something happens to me.” Teddy grunts unimpressed into his beer.

“Well, at least you don’t think your status protects you from harm.” Then he says nothing more, stares from the bar at a TV showing football and thinks. You, on the other hand, are starting to feel unsure.

“Look here, kid,” he finally says. “How about I take you hunting with me, okay? You want adrenaline, I can give you that. But this…” He giggles, which sounds like the rumble of thunder. “That’s the stupidest idea in a long line of stupid ideas.”

Somehow you know that the elite soldier is right and you almost agree with him.

“But it’s my idea,” you say instead. “And I’d like it if you didn’t call me kid.” The man leans over to you and you can already see yourself lying on the floor with a broken neck while he teabagges you. Like in CoD.

“But you’re just a kid, kid,” he growls threateningly. “A child who has no idea what he’s letting himself in for and wants his daddy by his side to support him in his stupid things.”

“Yes,” you nod and blink fearfully. But you stand your ground. Because that’s exactly why you’re doing all this. “I’m just a child. And that’s terrible. I want to prove myself, but my father won’t let me drag the name of the company and the family through the mud with my attempts.” You would never be so open in front of Hannah or your friends. But in front of this man, who could just kill you… “I can only go this way and I will go it, with you or without you.” You swallow hard while Teddy looks at you intently. “But I’d rather you watch my back and tell me when I do something stupid. And I have no idea what I’m doing. I just know that I have to do something, something for myself, with my own hands, otherwise I’ll go crazy.”

“And you’re thinking about buying a woman and enslaving her?” You shake your head frantically.

“I have money already. And I don’t hate people. I want her to do it for me voluntarily.” That really throws Teddy off track and now it’s him who blinks at you.

“Voluntarily? Voluntary prostitution?” You nod and he looks at you, long, intently.

And then he laughs.

“Ha… Haha… Hahahahahahahaha…” You wait impatiently and worriedly while the bear next to you makes the hardwood counter vibrate and you’re almost worried that the bar stool might collapse under him. Some people look over at you but turn away when they see Teddy. “Fucking Hell Kid,” Teddy laughs, apparently really excited. “And you’re hiring me for a thousand dollars a day for that? You’re really retarded.” He wipes his eyes, howls in amusement and finishes his beer. “I’m in.”

“Yes?” you ask, surprised.

“Definitely.” Then he slaps you on the back so hard that you collapse at the bar. “If only to see how you screw it up. Shit… voluntary prostitution.” He shakes his head and then lets his hand fall from your back so that you can straighten up again. “But nothing will happen to you, I promise. You want to see life, that’s what I can offer you. And besides…”

“What?” you ask when he doesn’t say anything else. He looks at you, assesses you, and then continues. Apparently you’ve somehow convinced him.

“My old detachment got a similar assignment,” Teddy shrugs. “But that’s not for me. Schoolgirls, you understand?”

“No,” you mumble.

“It’s better that way. You don’t want to interfere with Caesar’s business.”

“Okay… So…” Teddy holds out his hand to you and you sign the contract like men, relying on mutual trust.

“Where do we start?”

by Writing Shark

Say goodbye to your old life

“Kyle?” You’re both lying on the bed again while your other friends are having breakfast downstairs. You look at Hannah. “May I speak?” She lies submissively next to you, but now it’s her who carefully lets her hand slide over your body.

“Shoot,” you just say and stare at the ceiling with a calm grin. You don’t need words, but you know that a person like Hannah needs aftercare after such an experience. And the fact that you want to offer her that is good for you, because it proves that you’re not a monster. And it also confirms your intention to make your life more interesting and your sex life legendary.

“What just happened… What I did… What you did…” But Hannah can’t get a word out. Finally, she shakes her head and stands up. “We should get up. The others are already downstairs andurgh…” You pull her back onto her back by her long hair. Then you wrap your arms around her and press her against your body.

“Take your time,” you say soothingly. Hannah doesn’t get up at first, but then she snuggles up to you.

“Thank you,” she whispers and says nothing more. You lie together on the bed and cuddle.

“I have you to thank,” you finally say and the girl looks up at you, beaming.

“You should,” she grins, completely back to her old self. “I really don’t do something like that for everyone and…”

“Shut up,” you whisper, practicing just the right tone of voice, trust mixed with violence. And it works. Without using your hand, Hannah presses her lips together and looks at you expectantly. “It’s not about the blowjob. You showed me what I have to do so that I can finally enjoy my life.”

“Wow,” Hannah is surprised. “Sex? I know I’m hot but…”

“Not just sex,” you interrupt her again. In the past, she would have given you the cold shoulder for that, but now she silently accepts your superiority. “Dominance,” you say.

“So… That’s what you want from me?” She smiles weakly and you turn to her, giving her a look. “I can do that,” she says thoughtfully. “As long as we don’t do it every time then…” But you just shake your head.

“Not us,” you say without venom in your voice. “I have to do that alone.” And with that you get up and get dressed again. “It’s my path and I have to walk it alone. Learn alone, you understand?” Hannah stays on the bed and looks at you with wide eyes. You almost expect an outburst of anger. Maybe she thinks you’re a couple now, something she wants very much, you know that.

“But I could help you,” she offers instead. You smile, because she’s behaving exactly as you hoped and feared. “What we have is something special and…”

“Hannah, you were just a first attempt.” You like interrupting others with your authority. And seeing that your words no longer hurt, but only confuse her is a good sign. “I’m really grateful to you for helping me. For real. Thank you for showing me how my life can be better.” Her eyes stare at you hopefully. “But you’re just a hole for me.” And you don’t want to let that hope get too big. “Do you understand? Just three holes for my cock.” What you’re planning is dangerous and stupid and Hannah wouldn’t understand, especially not after this night. But you have to protect her and hurting her is better than involving her in your crazy plan.

“B-But…” She nibbles on her lower lip, her big eyes fixed on you. “I… I could be holes for you… like.. all the time?” You look at her hopefully and you can’t help but kiss her on the forehead.

“Oh my little puppy” you try to insult her again. But it is as you hoped and feared. The thing that will help you with your plan is something that will make it harder for you to say goodbye. “What can I do to make you hate me?”

“Hate?” she asks, shocked. “But Kyle… I…” And you realize that there isn’t much to it.

“Get dressed” you order and turn to leave. “And wash yourself. You look like a pig.” You put your hand on the door handle.

“Okay Kyle” Hannah murmurs and you smile, looking forward to what is to come. And you have your best friend to thank for that.

“And tonight you’re getting your ass into my bed. I’ll fuck you until you scream.”

You don’t have to turn around to know that she’s smiling.

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The rest of the day goes as usual. Alcohol, drugs and sex. The Swiss Alps have so much to offer but you and your friends hole up here, lock the doors and don’t notice anything else in the world. It disgusts you.

But today everything is better. Susy makes a few comments about the noises that came from your room, but you just smile and wait until Hannah comes into the living room. Freshly showered and clean, it seems as if she has not only washed your sperm off, but also lost part of her otherwise dominant personality. Meek and quiet, she sits next to you and adores you much more obviously than she usually does while Susy and Milo exchange meaningful glances.

“What’s on the agenda this evening?” Milo finally asks as he sniffs white powder from the back of his black hand.

“I’m passing today,” you say and everyone looks at you in surprise. “I still have to do some research.”

“Do you mean during the orgy?” asks Susy and scratches her head, but you just shake yours.

“I’m serious.”

“What?” Milo looks at the white powder and is probably wondering if it’s been cut with something that doesn’t agree with him.

“Did you suck his brains out, Hannah?” her friend asks her, but Hannah remains silent. But eventually you get your way.

“I don’t care,” the other girl shrugs her head. “It’s not like Milo has nothing to offer.”

“Fuck you,” grins your black friend.

“No you fuck me you silly boy,” laughs Susy and speaks as Hannah did until recently. “Besides, it seems to me that our little Hannah is happy with that too.” You, on the other hand, are happy that your useless friends are giving you some time for yourself.

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So Hannah sits quietly and motionless on your bed like a good girl while you do research on your expensive laptop. You stay up late at night researching how you can best make your dream of a good life come true. The security worries you, as does your approach to women, but when you turn to Hannah you know that your approach is correct. Safety will be another matter, but for now Hannah smiles at you from her bed with tired but loyal eyes. She could have gone to sleep already, but she was waiting for you.

“Get naked,” you say, and she immediately starts moving. “Ass up.” Here too, she obeys and offers you her unused hole.

“Kyle… please…” Her voice is just a whisper. “Please be gentle… okay?” You simply go behind her.

“What did I say to you?” She presses her lips tightly together.

“That you want to make me scream.”

“Good girl,” you nod. “And after that I let you taste your ass from my cock, okay?” You only have to wait three seconds.

“Okay.” You shake your head admiringly.

“Good girl. Now beg me to destroy your little asshole.”

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Of course Hannah’s screams have woken up the whole mountain hut, but no one comes to look after her.

You take one last look at her sleeping figure and ask yourself one last time if you should take her with you, but again you decide against it. You just like Hannah too much, even if you made her cry with your cock today.

A gentle kiss on her forehead doesn’t wake her up, but she hums happily when she feels your lips. Then you leave the room.

An hour later you are sitting in an SUV that is taking you to the airport in Zurich.

by Writing Shark

A revelation

But Hannah has completely misjudged you. Maybe it’s her naivety, growing up protected and becoming a woman without worries. Or it’s her feelings for you, suppressed love for a bad boy. Whatever it is, Hannah fundamentally misunderstands you and doesn’t see the ice-cold frustration, the tingling restlessness and the seething anger inside you.

“Come here and…”

The moment the beautiful girl’s head spins around, her hair seems to dance in the air and the sharp sound your hand made on her cheek cuts through the air, you know what you need. It’s not because of Hanna, she’s a nice, if stupid, girl and a good fuck. But the look in her eyes, the emptiness caused by the shock in the half of a second she realizes that you’ve given her a resounding slap, is better than all the sex with Hannah put together.

It lasts another second, a second in which you become addicted to something you can’t quite grasp yet. Then Hannah raises her hand to her cheek and stares at you. And you stare at her. And Hannah starts to giggle nervously.

“Kyle what…” Totally on autopilot, you start experimenting, slapping her other cheek with your backhand. Your cock throbs wildly in your boxer shorts as you watch Hannah’s eyes start to water. You want to wipe the tears from her eyes and comfort her. Instead, you step up to her, Hannah is too confused to back away, and grab her hard by the neck.

“I said… Make… me… a sandwich… slut.” Your voice is ice cold and your pulse is racing. Your father is facing millions of dollars in lawsuits if Hannah does the only right thing. She knows how powerful she is, her family. Here one of the 0.1 percent is attacking another. Something like that will end with a lot of money and a never-ending trip to a faraway branch of the company for you. Hannah just has to storm out of the room, run to Milo and Sisy and report you. It would be the only right thing to do.

“Okay…” Her voice is a submissive breath against the straining muscles of your arm and you let her go immediately. Hannah doesn’t run out of the room, but she hurries and doesn’t even get dressed as she leaves the room and rushes into the kitchen, showing you her willing, trained ass and slim back.

And you sit on your bed and look at your hands. They have never done such hard work and you feel the tingling in your palms, fascinated, where your skin hit Hannah’s so brutally. You would love to run downstairs and apologize to her. After all, she has a crush on you and even if she doesn’t, she doesn’t deserve something like that.

And you stay seated.

Because it felt so good.

Not the act of aggression itself and somehow you have to make it up to Hannah.

“But fuck…” you whisper. You haven’t felt this alive in a long time.

In your life of abundance and luxury, you get everything you want the second you say it. And it’s so boring. You didn’t like causing Hannah physical pain and you’re glad about it. But seeing her do what you wanted, not because you’re rich but because you wanted it that way… your cock is rock hard in your boxer shorts and wants to come out and play.

You stay sitting on your bed and stare out at the snowy Swiss Alps while thoughts form in your head all by themselves. Thoughts form into ideas and ideas form into plans.

And then Hannah stands next to you, naked and unsure. And a sandwich in her hand.

“Here you go,” she says in a quiet voice and holds out the sandwich to you. You take it silently and eat your breakfast while your stomach calms down and the food gives you new energy that you immediately invest in your ideas.

“Kyle?” Her voice is feminine and quiet and stops completely when you raise your finger without looking at her. And Hannah actually keeps her mouth shut for once in her life, standing obediently next to you and watching you eat and look out the window. Finally you’re finished and her faithful eyes nervously follow your every move as you stand up and look at her.

Her cheeks are red and her eyes moist. This must be the first time in her life that the girl has been treated so harshly and you see the consequences on her face. It makes you grin. Because Hannah is turned on. You can see it in her rapid breathing and the slow movements of her eyes, as well as in her moist lips and the pressure with which she rubs her bare legs together.

At that moment you realize what you want to do to escape this boring life full of luxury. You smile and turn to Hannah.

“On your knees,” you say and look coldly at her.

“Kyle, first we have to talk about what just happened.” You shake your head.

“I don’t want to have to hit you again, but if you don’t start sucking my cock so hard and dirty that spit runs out of your nose in the next ten seconds…” You let the threat hang in the air and when her eyes wander down and she hesitantly looks between your legs, you know you’ve won. From now on you will live how you want. And you are grateful to Hannah for that. You raise your hand and that brings the girl back to you. She flinches quickly but you are quicker. Your hand shoots forward, Hannah squeaks like a puppy… and then moans softly as your hand strokes her warm skin. “I want you,” you say quietly and gently and her eyes search for yours. “Now.”

And Hannah falls to her knees in front of you, red cheeks, watery eyes and wet pussy.

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“Hey you two, hurry up a bit!” you hear Milo’s voice from outside. “We’re hungry.” You grin with satisfaction.

“Start without us,” you call back. “I still have something to do here.” These words are only meant for Hannah.

The rich and spoiled girl kneels in front of your cock and rams your lance into her face again and again. Her work is sloppy and probably causes her more pain than satisfaction, but the messy BJ is not what makes you harder.

“Such a gooood girl,” you press through your teeth and pat her hair. And Hannah tries even harder to please you. The blush on her cheeks now comes from her lust and her big doe eyes look up at you submissively while her head shakes back and forth quickly and hard. “Keep sucking” you demand and Hannah obeys. “Do this and I’m proud of you” you hiss. “Be a good little whore.” That makes Hannah stop.

“But I’m not…” she protests and you only have to raise your hand to get her to suck again.

“You’re a dirty little suck whore” you bark and she flinches. “And I like that about you.” Your hand strokes her head again while you feel dizzy from the power you experience. “Now make it come out of your nose or I will beat you black and blue.” The girl beneath you must actually know that you cannot make this threat come true. Your life would be over. But even so, just at the threat of violence, she starts sucking your cock faster and breathes loudly through her nose. Of course she doesn’t know how to humiliate herself for a boy, she’s too rich and powerful for that, but when you look down at her and smile encouragingly, her own lips curl upwards as much as they can with your cock in her mouth. “That’s right slut.” Your moans fill the room. “Such a good whore. Yes. I’m cumming slut. Cumming… just for… you…” And Hannah can’t take it anymore. The girl pulls your cock out of her mouth and jerks you off with both her hands while she looks up at you with a manic grin, small tits shaking int rhythm.

“Yes Babe! Cum for me! I love it! Love being your little slut. Spay it on my face and…” You grab her hair and press her head back onto your cock.

“Suck it till it comes out of your nose,” you scream and her nose touches your skin. Hard and fast she rams her face against your body while you use your hands to help her “Fuuuuck!”

It’s the best orgasm of your life. It’s about you. And Hannah is happy. At least her muffled gurgle sounds happy as you fuck her mouth and turn it white.

And then she has to cough, hard.

“Yes! Good slut! Atta girl!” you congratulate her as white sperm, mixed with spit and snot, shoots out of her nose and hits your cock and her breasts.

You pull her head back, your cock still pumping, and plaster her face with some white markings.

You know exactly what you have to do.

by Writing Shark

A normal morning

There is nothing better than lying next to an incredibly beautiful woman after an hour of hard sex and feeling the adrenaline in your body dissipate. You calm down, realize that you just fucked a hot chick’s brains out and congratulate yourself on your successful conquest. There is nothing better.

At least, there shouldn’t be anything better. But unfortunately this feeling of glorious elation is not the same for you as it is for normal people.

With expressionless eyes you turn your head to the side and look at Hanna’s trained, beautiful body under the bed covers that only cover half of her body.

She looks like the Mona Lisa, a hard-fucked and post-orgasmic Mona Lisa. But she has almost the same smile on her lips as she slowly comes to her senses after sex. But the smile is the only thing that reminds you of the famous work of art.

“Fucking shit,” moans the girl next to you, stretching and making sure you can see her breasts stretching against her skin. “What a great fuck. You really are a god with your cock.” You just grin.

“You make it so easy,” you say and take the bottle of Chateau Mouton Rothschild from the table. It’s actually too early for something like that, but you don’t care.

“I want something too,” says the beautiful girl and grabs the bottle from your hands. You watch her drinking and as the delicate creature next to you takes several big sips, it becomes painfully clear to you again that the good sex, the expensive wine, the extremely luxurious room in the super expensive mountain hut in Switzerland and the company of your friends are not giving you the joy that they should. And for exactly the same reason, Hannah next to you drinks more alcohol in the morning than you do.

No, she has nothing in common with the Mona Lisa except for the post-coital grin. Otherwise, Hannah is a spoiled, stupid, arrogant, incredibly pretty and lazy creature who lives off her father’s money, keeps her body beautiful and young and does nothing for the world other than to be a perfect wank template for everyone who looks at her.

Just like you.

The only thing that distinguishes you from the fuckable parasite of society next to you is a Y-chromosome and that you are not only super smart, but also have such intelligence that Hannah next to you could not acquire even with the best universities and all the money in the world. While Hannah is stupid, you are bored.

And you envy her for that.

“Mmmmh..:” purrs your beautiful bedmate as your hands move over her hips, first up to her shoulders, briefly over her breasts, then back down between her legs. “I’m so glad I pulled you,” she whispers, lies on her back with a moan of relief, spreads her legs and lets your fingers penetrate her pussy, already wet in the morning.

This is part of the game you and your friends play. Whenever you can afford it, you retreat to a secluded place, stock up on as much alcohol and drugs as you can and fuck until you can’t walk anymore. Then you talk about everything your parents did to you. Then you fuck a little more.

You love it. And you hate it. The sex is good, even if Hannah behaves like a diva when she fucks. But the pretty twenty-four-year-old daughter of a car manufacturer is hot enough to make your cock hard and intelligent enough not to make your life too hard. An orgasm as a reward and most of the time she is happy with how you treat her. Especially since she has the hots for you. You’ve known that for a long time, but good looks alone aren’t enough for you in this world where money can buy everything, especially beauty.

Or maybe it would, you think as your fingers make Hannah’s tight pussy squelch. Hot juices run over your fingers and her slimy inner walls massage you while she closes her eyes and moans softly.

It’s not her fault that you’re only interested in her body. If you were a normal boy, you’d be falling over yourself to get a girl like her. But you have, by far, the richest parents of all your friends. The flight to Switzerland in a private jet, the house, the alcohol and the drugs, all paid for by you. That’s why Hannah swallowed your load yesterday. And this morning she’s also trying hard with her hot display of her body. In vain.

“I’m coming…” Hannah moans into your fingers while you don’t even look at her. “Fuck… Yes… keep going… Kyle… you make me come with your fingers… god yes!” It’s a small, pleasant orgasm and you give her the courtesy to stimulate her even further until she calms down. “Shit,” she moans again. Then she looks at you. “What’s wrong? Kyle?” You ignore the girl and wipe your fingers on the bed covers while staring at the ceiling. You just need peace and quiet, then you can go back to the pointless games you and your friends play. “Kyle?” Hannah’s grinning face appears in front of yours. “Don’t be such a grump,” she tries to cheer you up clumsily and naively. And she laughs when you push her aside with an annoyed grumble.

“I’m hungry,” you mumble. And Hannah is back on your body.

“Mmmmh… Me too,” she grins and pokes the tip of your cock with her manicured fingers. “For sausage and…” You sit up and she has to back away from your cock.

“I’m really hungry,” you say again, but before Hannah can reply, a quiet moan comes from the room next to you.

“Milo and Susy are probably hungry too,” the girl grins cheekily and moves between your legs again. “And me too.”

“God will you shut up?” you ask, annoyed, and swing yourself out of bed. Her eyes follow you, but then wander to the impressive cock between your legs. “That’s all we do, don’t you get it? Sex and drugs and alcohol.” Your friends are already used to your outbursts and you’re glad that fate has put Hannah in your bed, not only because Susy would never suck your cock, but also because Hannah has the most understanding of you among your friends.

“And what do you want me to do about it?” she asks irritably. It turns out that today is not a day of compassion waiting for you. And you don’t want that either, since you lead a life of luxury and without deprivation. “I suck your cock, I fuck you, I’m nice to you. What more do you want?” An annoyed groan is all she gets in response as you put on your boxer shorts. Finally, Hannah also stands up and stands behind you. “Listen,” she says in a soft voice. “Whatever it is that alcohol, sex and drugs can’t flush out of your system, maybe I can.” Of course, she makes your problems a matter of her. That’s Hannah and with the life you two lead, you can’t even blame her.

“Let it go,” you say coldly and turn to leave. “I’ll make myself something to eat and…”

But Hannah holds you back. She tries anyway, which isn’t easy considering her lightweight and your muscular body (thanks to a personal trainer, good food and cruel father). You pull her two more steps with you, then you stop for Hannah, Hannahon your arm.

“Come back to bed,” the girl with the crush urges you. “Fuck me and just forget your worries, okay?” She seductively steps back, spreads her legs a little and pulls her labia apart for you. “I’m wet and ready for you and here’s everything you need.” She smiles at you, almost in love. “You just have to get it.”