Diamond finishes the bottle.

You pull up to Scott's house, parking a little ways down the street and walking to his front door. The sun is about to set, and you can see that there's no car in the parking lot, but the lights are on. You can faintly hear a woman's moans coming from the upper floor, barely held in by the outer walls. You strut up to the front door and knock sharply. It takes a minute for Diamond to compose herself and totter downstairs to see who's there. When she opens up, you quickly spy the wine bottle in her hand, empty, and you can smell sweat rolling off of her, her modesty just barely preserved by a silky white nighty. You start talking immediately, while the Slave4U is still fresh in her system.

"Diamond, can I call you Diamond? Of course I can, you know you're a casual kind of lady. You were just upstairs, wishing for a young stallion to give you what you've always dreamed of. I know because I'm here to fulfill your wildest dreams." She's stunned by your forwardness as you slowly step inside with her, closing the door behind you. She licks her lips and eyes your jeans, wondering if she really is dreaming, or if that bulge in your pants is as real as she desperately wants it to be.

"You get so lonely here, Diamond, all by yourself, with your useless husband wasting himself, utterly wasting himself, on any cheap whore he comes across. He's got nothing left for you, his deserving, dedicated wife. A wife with needs like any other human. How long has it been since Scott came home to you, and only to you, for a real night of romance?" She swallows and finally meets your gaze, buying into everything you're telling her. She never realized it before, but the thing she's missed most in her life is a strong man who'll lay her down and give her just what she needs. She's even starting to 'remember' that the Olympian she was fantasizing about while masturbating looks surprisingly like you do. Before you know it, she's lead you down the hall in Scott's home office.

"Or maybe we should skip the fake, romantic shit. You want sex, Diamond. You want to feel a thick piece of meat to ride all night long." Your hands are all over Diamond's body, examining her curves beneath her nighty. Her lips curl into a grin and her tongue darts over her teeth. She speaks her first words to you.

"Are we going to fuck or not?"