"Yes, I do"

Bethany seems almost surprised at your answer. "Really?" She whispers.

You whisper back. "Why not? You're doing something you love. You're doing what you really, completely want with your life. Very few people have the courage to do that thing."

Bethany bites her lips. She looks up at you with a smile. Her long, brown hair frames her face. It's a face you've looked at so very many times, but you've never seen this secret person beneath. "Even if that thing is fucking and sucking and being filthy until one day you look in the mirror and all you see back is a set of holes to be used?"

Hearing those words come from her mouth is shocking and amazing. You're not sure you'll ever get used to it.

"Why not?" You answer. "I bet there are a lot more people than we think who'd want to do just that. But they're really too scared to ever truly do it."

Bethany nods with a sweet expression that you're used to seeing on her face. Except this time there's a little gleam of filth hiding underneath. "We should go somewhere to talk about this more. After work. You probably have a hundred questions."

And you do. But the fact that she's just interested in talking instead of going somewhere and fucking like wild animals disappoints you a bit. You remind yourself once more, this isn't porn reality, it's real reality. Besides, the fact that she wants to keep up anything with you at all should be a good sign.

A couple hours latter, you're both sitting in a quiet corner booth, in a nearby bar you've recommended, both sipping on a drink. You truly can't believe you're here doing this with Bethany. You stare at her face, her big eyes, her shoulders, now exposed that she's taken off her work sweater, her pale flesh that you want so badly.

"Okay." She says. "Ask me anything you want."