Gold Digger

"Oh, why thank you," she says.

She cannot lie to me; in fact, she cannot lie to anyone unless it's a life or **** situation.

"I'm John."

"Cora."

"So, Cora, why weren't you offended when I came onto you in such a crude way?"

"Because you're rich," she says before looking confused and embarrassed by her blunt honesty.

"So if I was poor, you would have not liked me hitting on you."

"Yes, that's correct," she says, again stunned at her bluntness.

You smile.

Cora's ass will grow one inch in diameter per day for the next four day. Her thighs will increase an inch a day in girth for the next three days, and waist will slim down by an inch a day for the next two days. After four days, Cora's measurements will remain permanent no matter what she does. Cora can only orgasm is she is fucked up the ass, and if she is fucked up the ass, she orgasms non-stop from start to finish. No matter how much anal sex she has, her anus will remain tight. She is addicted to anal sex.

"So, you're a gold-digger?" you ask.

"I guess you can say that. Look, I'm not sure why I'm saying all of this."

"Would you have lied to me otherwise?" you ask.

"Yes."

For the next four years, Cora will be allergic to all cloth other than polyester, spandex, rubber, and latex.

"Cora, you're just a lying gold-digger, aren't you?"

"Yes." She starts to scratch where her cotton clothes touch her.

Cora craves anal sex with me, and will do anything to get me to fuck her up the ass in the men's room.