"How did you get like this?"

Bethany smirks. "I'm not really sure. I wasn't a... wild child or whatever. I lost my virginity later than most girls. And even then I had trouble having an orgasm. Then one day I was with this guy and it was going well and we were being kinda naughty and he called me a slut. And I came for the first time and I came hard." She calmly takes a sip of her drink. Sharing these details seems to be quite easy for her. Much easier than you'd have ever expected.

She goes on. "Maybe I would have cum anyway, maybe it was just a coincidence. But I think in my brain something got clicked that isn't in other people's brains. The next day I was masturbating, trying desperately to cum again and I walked up to the mirror in my room, looked at myself and said 'Bethany' you're a slut.' And I squirted all over the place."

She shuffles in her seat as if she's getting turned on by her own story. "I've been with girls and they tell me, when they see me climax, that it's more intense than anything they've ever seen before. At first I thought maybe I had a problem, a sex addiction or something. But sex addiction is supposed to make your life worse. But all the fucking I do makes it better. Everything else I do that's not fucking makes it bad. So... I dunno. Now I think I have a gift."

Bethany leans in to whisper something to you, something that in this corner booth, away from everyone else in the bar, is still too naughty to be said at normal volume. You lean in to meet her. She whispers. "I have a cunt that can't be controlled. So I've decided to either let someone else control it, or let it control me."

Then she leans back, takes a deep breath, and another sip of her drink. "Any other questions?"