I was a Fucktress on the prowl, with an enraged clitty that needed appeasement.
I also needed a hard drink and a stiff dick. So I poured myself into a skin-tight, strapless dress. No Bra. No panties. No problem. I strutted out to the car, wearing spike heels.
My nosy neighbor rolled her eyes and whispered, "Slut." I blew her a fuck-you kiss.
***
The local dive bar was crowded with men. More dicks, more fun. I wiggled over to my usual seat at the dark end of the bar. On the floor were a dozen cum spots, two dead roaches, and a used condom. Perfectly sleazy.
Using my Fucktress instincts I glanced around, searching for Mr. Right Now.
No luck. Sliding my skirt up, I flashed a peek of my fuzzy red pussy. A guy flew over like a moth to a flaming twat. "Gosh, you're the sexiest girl here."
The dude was semi-attractive, so I took the bait. "Tell me more stud."
He whispered. "I'd love to see how sexy you are without the dress."
"Ha. I bet you say that to all the girls." I winked and lit up a cigarette.
"Nope. I never say it to my wife."
"Wow, you're married... Forbidden fruit turns me on."
"My name is Rick."
"Glad to meet you, Rick the Dick. I'm Fanny."
"Is Fanny short for something?"
"Yep, it's short for Fuck You!"
"Ha, I love that idea. How much?"
I laughed, blowing smoke in his face. "I'm not a hooker. But Ricky Dicky... I'd be super grateful if you paid my bar tab. It's two bills."