Nicole is Nicole. She inserts the butt plug.

Nicole is conflicted over her desire to impress Marcus but the thought that it might backfire. Suddenly, she hears the door open and she squeaks in surprise. "Sorry, sorry," Marcus said. She could see him through the glass, but he respectfully tried to avert his eyes as he scooped up her clothes. "I'm gonna throw these in the wash so you have something clean to wear home." he pauses for a moment. Nicole covers her breasts and clenches her knees together. Maybe this was it. Now he was going to come in and take her. "And, um, you've already been in there ten minutes. I know the ladies love my showerheads, but if you don't hurry up, I will eat your dinner." He laughed and closed the door without even directly looking at Nicole.

Her heart was in her throat from the surprise visit. He was taking her clothes, so he wasn't rushing to send her home. She made up her mind. Nicole was going to use the butt plug. Using the lubricant, she makes it nice and slippery. As she pushed against her sphincter she tried to imagine Marcus behind her. His cock teases at her door, but instead her brain flips to Huck. The man's belly pressed against her lower back. His thick mushroomheaded cock trying to fill her ass. "That's it," his gravely voice said, "take it up your shithole, pervert. Like a good wife."

The plug pops in and Nicole grunts. But she straightens up and scrunches up her face. "What the hell?" she cursed herself for fantasizing about Huck.

As she dried her body with one of Marcus's giant fluffy towels, she reminded herself that Marcus was her focus. They'd fuck, she'd blow his mind, he'd want to see her again, and she'd end this free-use nonsense with Huck. Opening the closet, she finds a variety of robes: green, yellow, purple, black, and red. The first three have the same initials as the plugs and the toothbrushes. The red one doesn't have any letters on it. Nicole slips into it and wonders if it's more expensive than anything she owns. It certainly feels expensive. She ties it loose enough so if she moves just right, Marcus can get a glimpse of her nipple. She wanted him to know she was as game as she believed he was.

Taking a deep breath, Nicole steps back into his apartment.

"Just in time," he said as he placed two plates with Ahi tuna salad on the table. He pulls out a chair and takes his seat. Nicole is feeling shy as she takes her seat. Marcus is the first man to make her dinner.

"You shower is amazing," she says. Her cheeks clench on the butt plug.

"Thank you. I did all of the renovations myself after I bought the unit," he smiled and shoveled some fish into his mouth. He kept his eyes on Nicole.

Nicole didn't realize buying the units was even an option. Again, she was impressed by how well he had his act together.

They continued to chat and eat. Marcus inquired about her work and he explained how successful his personal training business was becoming. He was on the verge of opening a gym. She did her best to deflect when he asked what she did for fun. There wasn't a great way to phrase "oh, I spend most of my time with my Discord group doing sexual tasks." Instead she said she loved to travel even though the pandemic messed up most of her plans. It wasn't a lie.

After they finished dinner, she waited nervously as he cleaned up. She couldn't help but wonder how he would initiate. Would he be a gentleman and ask if she was interested, or would he grab her and take her right there in the living room? She bounced a little on the plug in her as she waited.

Marcus returns. Nicole's heart is thumping in her throat. He doesn't sit. He stands over her with his arms crossed. His face is serious. "So, now the real reason I wanted you to join me for dinner. This is a little uncomfortable for me to bring up, but I can't keep living in this complex without addressing the elephant in the room." He paused and put a hand on the back of his neck. "Nicole, I hate how I feel when I see you. I get tense and frustrated." He sighed. "Fuck, this is hard."

Nicole thought it was odd phrasing to say he felt attracted to her, but she wanted to help. "It's okay, Marcus. I feel the same way, too. Maybe...maybe we should just go for it..." Nicole said as she reached for the fabric belt keeping his bathrobe closed. She starts to tug on it.

"Woah, woman!" Marcus grabs Nicole's wrists and holds her back before she can loosen the knot. Nicole is shocked by his response. "What the fuck?"

"I thought you wanted to, um, that we were going to...I, um, don't you want to, you know...uh..." she stammered as the revelation that she had misjudged the situation started to set in.

"Hell, no. First, I have my three Queens. Second, if I'm going add a fourth she's got to be a New York 9. You, Wegner are just barely a New York 6. Third, you're a damn racist, which is what I wanted to discuss respectfully."

Nicole feels slapped across the face. He releases her wrists and she falls backward into her seat. Her head whirling with everything he said, but especially the last part. "I'm not racist," she blurts out. "Why would you think that?"

"The company you keep. I was surprised myself, but your boyfriend..."

"I don't have a boyfriend!" Nicole cuts him off.

Marcus sucks air in through his teeth. "Aw, Wegner, you're such a disappointment. Don't lie to me. I've seen that hillbilly coming and going all week. And Thursday, you even had his friends over." He taps the side of his head. "Dude's bumper stickers tell the story. 'Heritage Not Hate,' 'All Lives Matter,' and a damn Confederate Flag. Not to mention the 'Straight Pride' and 'Adam and Eve Not Adam and Steve' stickers. You lay down with a real class act."

"He-he's not my boyfriend. And I've never been in his truck, so I didn't know about the stickers. He's just an acquaintance, uh, from work."

Marcus slowly shakes his head. "Do all of your work acquaintances stand in your windows bucked naked?"

Nicole felt small sitting beneath Marcus. She didn't know how to explain her relationship with Huck. She thought it would be even more humiliating to admit the real reason he was visiting her. "Okay," she declared, "he's just a hookup. I don't know much about him. Honest. Besides," she stopped herself. She wanted to tell Marcus that she wanted to be with him. Would someone who was racist really want to have sex with a black man? She cringed as she chewed on the phrasing. How could she convince him she wasn't like Huck?