Scarlett

You look up and there's Scarlett, a tight top clinging to her large fleshy breasts and immediately you can picture them naked in your mind, perfectly. And for a brief moment, after checking her out, you come back to earth and are shocked to see her.

"What are you doing here?" you ask.

She brings a thumb up to her juicy lips and bites it. "I haven't been able to concentrate for the past couple weeks." Her voice is dripping with desire. "I want more."

You're shocked. In a weird way you want to tell her that she could have more with any guy she could want. Why would she have to wait? Why would she come back. It doesn't really occur to you that it's because of you. After all, you're just you and she's Scarlett.

"I have more friends." She says in a soft and sultry tone.

You shake your head. There's really only one possible response. "Okay" you smile. She's got you in the palm of her hand. "When would you..."

"Tonight!" her eyes light up with joy. You seem dubious. It's already late, goin going on 1am, closing time.

"Are you sure?" You find yourself asking her, though you should just be agreeing. "It's already late."

"I just need to make a phone call. This friend of mine, she's... well... up for anything. Any time." Scarlett smiles and you sense that she's so filled with joy and anticipation she may burst.

"Well I think this time..." You start.

"She's a freak." Scarlett is so happy, she's uncontrollable. Her thumb makes it's way down her neck to rub at her upper chest. She's trembling now.

You smile warmly. This should be interesting. "As I was saying, this time I think we can do better than the back room of this place. How about my apartment?"

"Okay" Scarlett says as you write down an address and hand it to her.

"One hour from now, I'll be home and ready." you say and Scarlett nods. She turns to head out when an idea jumps into your head. "Scarlett!" you shout after her and she swings back around eagerly. "Before you leave, pick out a toy in here. Any toy. It's on me."

And in five minutes Scarlett returns to the counter with a package of thick purple anal beads. "She'll love these." Scarlett says of her friend. And you can't wait to meet her.

An hour later your buzzer goes off. Since getting off work, your life has been a whirlwind of speeding home, getting the place relatively clean and deciding what to wear, which ironically is what you were wearing at the store. T-Shirt and jeans. Nothing elaborate. Half the fun is taking your street clothes off.

And your buzzer goes off again. You run to it and push the button. And you assume Scarlett and her friend come through the door.

The thirty seconds it takes for guests to get upstairs to your apartment feels like thirty hours. But finally there's a knock.

You feel as if you'd done this before. Waiting in anticipation for Scarlett and her friend, opening a door to see who it could be. Then again, this is the type of history that could repeat itself over and over for all you care. As you walk up to the door you overhear a bit of their conversation.

"...masturbating on in the car on the way here." you hear Scarlett say.

"I couldn't help it." you hear her friend answer in a familiar voice.

And there's no time like the present to yank open the door and see Scarlett standing there accompanied by...