Ask what a day tripper is?

Stepping closer, he smiled. "Well, I'm not vanilla." He reached out, putting his hand on her shoulder. “What is a day tripper? I’m not famili-”

She tilted her head to the side, and rubbed her cheek on her hand. “First timer, and not vanilla? Nice.”

She gently took his wrist, and slide his hand off her shoulder and down across her silky skin. “Day trippers just come here for some fun, with no thought of taking a girl home. Some are married, or whatever. Most are just horny guys and girls.”

She released his hand, and he moved it over to her small pink-nippled breast. “So, the other, who you are looking for, tell me about them?” He toyed with her breast.

“Hunters, they come with nets and paintball guns, to…” She frowned. “Well, to hunt. They either screw their prey and release her, or bring a leash.”

He pinched her nipple. “A leash?”

She smiled beneath a moan. “When a guy comes here with a leash, it's to take home a girl as his pet. He can do anything to her...”