What's next?

You find yourself saying more, digging a hole

"I am really turned on right now," you find yourself confessing, to Lisa's shocked expression. Your voice was a **** little mewl, like a kitten begging for attention, affection, and touch. Lisa's eye catches yours, her intrigue meeting your embarrassment, and there's more to this.

"I love being on display. I'm really turned on by all these people looking." The light turns red, the cars go, and you're stuck on the side of the street for another few minutes as people gawk. Cars drive slowly by, one of them even sticks his head out and takes off his sunglasses to gawp. Catcalls from a bunch of punks on a bus.

"It wasn't personal. But I got turned on by your embarrassment. The thought of you having to work long shifts. Everyone seeing you. Every goosebump, every bit of body hair, every bump on your nipples." Oh, god. You could feel yourself getting wetter. Your cheeks were not the only things burning. Lisa's stare was intense, almost as if she were trying to burn off even the panties on you.

"I want you to get on top of me. Dominate me. And fuck me. Stick something in me." Oh god, why were you confessing? Why were you saying this? "You have the notebook, you could..."