"Want to meet a friend of mine?"
"Pardon?" I laughed nervously, "a 'friend?' " I sat up quickly, closed my legs and criss crossed my arms around my knees.
"Yes." he replied.
"What makes you think I'd want," I stared at him intensely.
"Well," he replied blandly, "let's see, how did you phrase it, it, '... depends on me!' "
His expression became playful.
"Exactly."
"Ok," he watched as I reached to my dress, "it could be more fun right?"
"Well," I scooted to the side of the table. I held my hand out for his assistance, "that could get, intense, you know."
"That's more dependent upon you than me," He held my hand like a proper gentleman, (in spite of the fact that he had just suggested some sort of group scene,) "believe me Denise, nothing happens without your, 'yes.' I promise to protect you."
"No doubt," I hopped the short distance to the floor, "but getting to a, 'no,' can quickly turn into a very dangerous proposition for someone of my size compared to you multiplied by 2."
I wrapped the dress around my naked body.
"It's entirely up to you." he interrupted.
I walked to the table and turned, " ... and all that testosterone, with a capital T." I needed to quench my thirst.
I continued, "Let's be realistic here, you walk into a room with me on your arm and there's another man sitting there who has undoubtedly been shot down,"
"Oops," he interrupted me again, "I'd better clear something up ..."
" ... uh watching porn," (I thought about the stupidity of using alcohol to quench thirst.)
"Yes I think clarity would be good." I sipped a tiny bit of the leftover brew, "You gonna sit or what?"
"Oh," he pulled his chair back to the table, "I guess." then continued, "You're assuming,"
"Hah!" I laughed out loud interrupting him, "You just heard me begging for it on a pool table in my sister's bar. Then you proposition me with, whatever, and I'm assuming?" I picked up one of the leftover drinks removed the straw and downed it.
"Good point," he said, "unless you consider how, 'Dora,' would change your carefully crafted equation."
"Dora?" I said and halted the drama, "Damn I'm thirsty."
I looked at the half empty watery contents of the drinks on the table, then saw the drink machine, "Yup,that'll do." I stood and reached for my purse.
"Yes." he said.
"I've never been with a woman ..." I fumbled the quarters dropping one on the floor. I stooped and picked it up, "Dora, and you?"
He shrugged his shoulders.
"Look at that!" I placed the bottle of grapefruit juice on the table, "$2.50 for that! I could've bought two or three grapefruits. She isn't one of those heifer housewives is she?"
"Puhleez," he said, "in fact she's quite remarkable being over 40. A take charge woman too." he continued, "5' 9", very long auburn hair, brown eyes, ( I do mean brown, not dark brown,)"
"Right, got it, brown." I replied distractedly gesturing him to continue.
" ... skin tone, dark uh, reddish."
"Suited to an auburn haired woman." I said. "Ok, so she's relatively, 'hot,' in a Julianne Moore type of way, uh well, taller ... did I mention that I've never been with a woman?"
"You've wanted to haven't you?" he replied kindly.
"Certainly. There's this one girl when I was, uh, but this is, 'real.' "
"She must've been real too." he continued, "If you did or did not has nothing to do with what you can do now. Believe me Dora knows how."
"What I can do now is walk away!" I stood after the verbalization of my thought and mumbled the rest of it, "Male and female ain't doin too good," (I was thinking of all the 'Alvin's') "except for you of course."
I sat, "How do these little, 'tete a tete,' uh, what happens?"
"Well, Dora analyzes, correlates and," he took my hand, "should I just be blunt?"
"Works for me, remember?" I said just as bluntly moving my other hand encouraging him to continue.
"If she wants you, she will invite you , but she will 'interview,' you first." he said and emphasized the significance of that word.
"Hmm." I sat thinking for a few minutes. "Interview hunh?"
He waved his hand in front of my face as I stared through him.
"Let's go." I stood and offered him my hand as if he should lead the way.
"Whoa Denise," he stopped me, "all you did was put on your dress, are you sure?" He referred to my camisole, bra and panties. "Uh, you are a bit exposed, your sister?"
"I don't know, 'how,' the relationship between me and my sister touches upon my free choice to dress as I please." I replied tersely. "I'm dressed."
"Those are hers anyway." I continued, "Saturday night, this place is a strip joint. Do you have to call her?"
"Uh, no." he stood and took my hand, "I need to settle up with your sister though." then glanced around the area his eyes encompassing my castaway panties and bra, "Uh ..."
"I have to settle up with someone too." I said as we walked back into the bar room.
"There he is." "Go ahead." I continued, "Tip her extra she'll be ok with it."
I walked up to my, soon to be, 'ex,' "Alll vinnn."
I pulled up a chair, "Excuse me everyone." I sat and scooted close to him. I crossed my right leg over my left knee.
"I want every thing of your's out of my apartment when I come home." The fold of my dress had draped to the side of my leg and exposed my bare leg. I sat back and placed my right ankle on my left knee.
I pulled back the skirt and showed him my fresh fucked pussy, "Or I swear to God I will burn it!"
"Oh!" I turned and saw Gerome walking over to us. I uncrossed my legs and placed the flap of my skirt where it belonged, "Are we ready Gerome?" I stood.
"Trust me!" I turned to Alvin, "I will do it!
We walked out.
"You flashed him." he laughed as if not quite sure he should be.
"Damn right I did." I laughed along with him. I wondered what Alvin would think if he saw me later.
"Well," he said leading me down the hallway to the rooms, "we don't have to go far, but it's easy to get lost."
"Don't worry I know my way."
"Oh." he stopped his thought.
"Off limits." I replied smiling at him as we walked.
"Ok." he said. We stopped at a door and he knocked twice.
