PFFFFFFFT, no!

Alex: That’s a fuckin’ shame. Though it makes sense. I always get drawn to bad guys.

Alex: Then they always leave. He got real weird last time we went out, after I tried to kiss him. Must have been thinking about this.

Alex: Definitely left town, though?

You check her texts to see when the last time they talked was, which looks like yesterday to set up the date he won’t be making it to. This is still a very stupid thing to do.

You: Yeah. He rolled out on the highway this afternoon. Plenty of time to call or turn around.

You: I’m really sorry, I know that must hurt.

Alex: Only a little. We weren’t exclusive or anything, I was just horny. And he was cute, even if I was getting some … vibes. I should have listened to them, just pulled out.

Alex: Now I’m stuck here, all alone …

Is that flirting? It’s hard to tell. Probably just wishful thinking on your part. Though if she’s horny and disappointed, you’ve seen stranger reactions. And you can’t help but imagine that body, stretched out and exposed on a bed, eager for attention. You could open a window and slide right in, take her in the darkness so she can’t see how wrong you are. Leave her happy, sleepy, never knowing she’d been with a monster. Christ, get it together!

Alex: Can I get your opinion on something?

You: Sure.

Alex: This is what I was getting ready to wear tonight.

Alex: (this one is angled dead-on, clearly taken in a mirror. you’re grateful to get a look at her face, which is at least as pretty as you imagine: bright blue eyes sparkle as the short video plays, her hair smoothed down, but starting to fray again as it rolls over her shoulders. the outfit leaves little doubt to her intentions with Jameson, the navy top covering her upper arms, then crossing over her breasts, little hints of the fabric joining with the back dipping under the bottom. a thin strip of the fabric slides just below her neck, framing her cleavage flatteringly. the piece has little interest in providing her more modesty, leaving her midriff entirely exposed. the matching skirt hugs her hips tightly, not even dropping all the way to her knees. Alex grins in the brief film, then slowly spins, keeping her camera trained a little clumsily on the mirror. the top does indeed cross back over from behind, but you’re far more focused on her firm, round ass displayed by the tightness of her skirt before she finishes the twirl, smile a little more mischievous than when she started. she’s obviously not wearing a bra, though you imagine the sexy underwear from before is likely still gracing her crotch)

Alex: Too much?

Okay, THAT’S flirting. You feel a little bad for lying about her date bailing on her, but the guilt from before is mercifully gone now that she’s sent this to YOU, not him. God, you’d kill for someone to dress like that for you. And she was going to do it for this piece of shit. And now she was hitting on some kind of horrible night creature. Poor girl.

You: Very much depends on your intention.

Alex: Oh, I was going to break him like a pony.

You: Then no, it’s pretty on-point.

Alex: Thanks! Need to figure out what I’m going to wear it for NOW, but I appreciate a second opinion.

Alex: I actually … don’t know a lot of people in town. I kinda’ just moved here.

That made way too much sense with Jameson’s MO.

You: I can’t remember the last time I left town. Sort of a homebody.

Alex: I appreciate having a townie around to help me out, then!

Alex: Alright, I’m going to go solve my problems and pass out. Thanks for letting me know about Jameson.

You: It’s no trouble. I’ll go ahead and delete those pictures, I assume you don’t want them floating around?

Alex: You got big plans to share ‘em?

You: Jesus, no.

Alex: Then keep ‘em. I sent them to you, after all.

Alex: Besides.

Alex: Maybe you can find a fun way to use them …

Alex: ’Night!

You stare at the phone in your hand. On the one hand, keeping it is stupid. On the other, the racy pictures of a beautiful woman on there pull at your long-neglected libido. Her words flit around your head; even someone as clueless as you can tell she was talking about you jerking off to them. And if she was okay with that, did she WANT that? You can’t assume. But the thought is tantalizing. And ditching Jameson’s phone means you’ll likely never hear from her again.