Disbelieving, at first

She reads through the fine print on the card, her eyes growing wide. "Is this...some kind of joke?" she finally says. "Why would you give me something like this?"

"Why do you think?" I say.

Bethany hands the card back to me. "If this is some crude pickup technique, the answer is no," she says firmly, attempting to close her door. I step forward and jam my shoe into the gap.

"This card? It's real. It's serious," I insist. "The Bureau of Sexual Services. Heard of it?"

She pauses. "I've seen the billboards around..."

"That's where I got this. It's government-sanctioned. Don't believe me? Call the Bureau. Or better yet, call the police. Non-emergency number. They'll confirm its legitimacy." Feeling more confident as Bethany's resolve wavers, I push the door fully open and step into her bedroom. She shrinks before me.

"One...one second," she stammers. "I'll...make that call."

I stand there patiently, my arms crossed, while she grabs her phone off the desk and dials in a number. She explains the situation briefly to the unknown speaker on the other end--at one point taking the card from me to read off some of the language before handing it back. For the longest time, she doesn't say anything; she only listens. Then she hangs up the call and turns to me with a bleak expression.

"You were right. It seems--if you want--I...I have to...satisfy you. Sexually. Do you...want me to take my clothes off?"

"That'd be a good start," I say.

She reaches for the hem of her overlarge T-shirt, then pauses to stare at me, her eyes brimming with tears. "I...I thought you were different," she whispers. It's almost enough to make me call off the whole thing and retreat in shame, but then she steels herself into a neutral expression and pulls the shirt over her head, revealing the bouncing delectable orbs barely contained within her bra.

Holy shit! I think. This is really it!

Slowly, methodically, she continues to strip. My mouth drools when her soft pink nipples come into view, but that's nothing compared to the revelation of her womanhood, pink folds nestled between her thighs, topped by a trimmed strip of black pubic hair. I'm seeing a real-life pussy for the first time, and it's everything I had imagined!

Fully nude, she places a hand on her hip and regards me with that same neutral expression. "I suppose we'll be fucking next?"

"Absolutely."

"You have a condom?"

I remember the Durex I've been carrying in my wallet for months. "Yes, don't worry about that."

"Great." She takes a deep breath. "One other thing... We aren't fucking alone. I insist on a witness, someone who can testify that I'm doing this under protest."

"Er...witness?" I ask dazedly. Before I know it, her tantalizing body has pushed past me, through the door and down the hallway.

"Hey, wait!" I call after her.