They recommend she go with the flow

Fridays were typically the worst night for Nicole to check in with her Discord group. The more reasonable members always seemed like they had something to do, so the room usually hosted individuals who wanted to push Nicole's limits. When she was at her horniest and most needy, it was the most dangerous night to log on because it also meant she was most **** to persuasion. Of course, being needy and **** often led to her doing exactly that. Nicole wasn't thinking about that at the moment. She needed help and an exit strategy. That is exactly what she didn't get.

The advice focused on the fact that she was using these two weeks before returning to work to live out her free-use fantasy. If she was truly in a free-use world, would she be able to reject an old man's advances? When she mentioned the awkwardness of seeing him around the apartment complex, someone asked, "are you truly worried about that or losing out on a free meal? If the latter is the case, aren't you just taking advantage of him?" It was true; Nicole tolerated Mr. Sinclair trying to hook her up with his grandson because she wanted to continue being invited to dinner. She was using him. She was pondering this fact when Maurice knocked on the door. "Hey sweetie, everything okay? Sammy asked me to check on you."

"I need to go," she wrote.

"Just be honest," Racer5XXX replied. "You know, that boomer generation is all prudish anyway. He'll probably be turned off if you tell him what you're doing."

Nicole sighed. "I'll be right out," she says through the door. She pulls up her panties, flushes, and opens the door.

Maurice is standing and waiting for her. He isn't much younger than Mr. Sinclair, but he's held himself together much better. She'd describe Mr. Sinclair as an old codger, but Maurice was not quite on the edge of silver fox territory. A very old, bald, liver-spotted silver fox, but still, when she put the two against one another, she shakes her head to stop the roller coaster of thoughts.

"Lady stuff?" he asks.

"Oh no, just got lost in my thoughts."

Maurice pushes a strand of hair out of Nicole's face. "Sammy's a good friend, and I appreciate what you're doing for him. He's been on that list for 20 years, making it impossible for him to find any female company. It's kind of you to look past that. He was always happiest when he came to play chess the day after having dinner with you. He always told you it was for Billy, but I think he used that as an excuse to see you. You are a pretty girl although..." and he suddenly pats Nicole's belly "maybe Sammy shouldn't feed you so much."

Nicole didn't know what list he was talking about, but the shame of having her pot belly called out quashed any confidence in asking questions. "Sure, yeah, I'm glad I can be his dinner companion," she says.

"Best get back. Dessert is already served. I'm going to wash up and leave you two alone," as he slips past Nicole, he gives her a pinch on the ass, and she squeals.

The realization sets in that there is no exit strategy. Mr. Sinclair had expectations and Nicole had spent months using him for fancy dinners.

Nicole sits at the table and finds a chocolate mousse waiting for her. She also notices Mr. SInclair has finished his and is leaning back in his seat. The silky black shirt under his smoking jacket has now unbuttoned halfway, exposing part of his aged chest. "Welcome back, Nikky, are you ready to tell me all about your friend?"

Nicole nods. She decides to take Racer5XXX's advice and be completely honest. She hopes Mr. Sinclair will be so disturbed by her perversions that he'll no longer be interested in her. It might mean no more fancy dinners and disgusted glances around the apartment complex, but it would also mean his old saggy balls won't be smacking between her thighs.

Nicole tells the story starting with her Discord group, although she says "Internet friends "to make it easier to understand for the old man, the free use challenge, and how Huck ended up naked in her window. She left out most of the parts where he was a bully, instead playing him off as just a guy who came over, and they'd have a quickie. Mr. Sinclair is silent throughout the entire explanation. She doesn't notice Maurice standing in the hallway listening to the monologue.

"My dear girl," Mr. Sinclair says, "I'm so glad I didn't hook you up with Billy. My daughter would never have forgiven me. I thought you were such a sweet, innocent thing."

Nicole scrunches up her face. She didn't love that Mr. Sinclair suddenly changed his opinion, but she felt like Racer5XXX was right. "Yeah, I'm sorry to let you down, Mr. Sinclair. I mean, Sam. I need experience, and I guess you're disappointed, so I should go. Please don't tell anyone else in the complex, okay?"

Mr. Sinclair laughs. "Oh, Nikki, I'm only disappointed that I didn't understand why you were coming to dinner in the first place. I thought you were coming for Billy. But I understand now. You desired an older man. I'm so sorry I didn't help you come out of your closet, and you needed to enlist that oaf. The reason I told you my story is so you'd know I have a lot of experience with French whores that we want to share with you. I want to teach you how real men make love."

This was happening. Maurice chuckles in the hallway. "Well, it sounds like you two are perfect for one another, but in the future, if you ever need a third, like old times, after hours in the kitchen with the trainees."

Visions of an old shock internet meme called "Lemon Party" flash through Nicole's head. Except she's in the bed with the three old men.

"Interesting proposal, Maurice..."