It takes 45 minutes

Purple dress lady steps into my open apartment doorway.

"Nice place."

"Thanks, I like it." I wonder how I am going to keep it after quitting, I think to myself, then send the irritating thought away. She sets down her purse and starts working at removing her low heels. "The bathroom is straight back that hallway. Would you like another drink?"

"I'm already tipsy enough to want to be taken advantage of. Any more would just be a waste." She grinned and winked confidently, then walks ahead, peeking into each room. I am liking this woman... whatever her name is. Since we've gotten this far, I won't ask. Sometimes it's hotter to not know.

She stops in front of my bedroom and turns back to face me. Her posture shifts slightly, accentuating the curves of her breasts and hips. Her dress is cut low enough that I got plenty of chances to admire her cleavage in the bar. There was a hint of a tattoo in there, but I decided not to bring it up at the time. Now is the time. "I've been dying to see what that tattoo is."

She smiles, glancing down at her cleavage, and wiggles her hips. She looks into the bedroom and walks in, hand trailing down the casing. I hear a zipper opening from around the corner.

"Let's find out then."