She Wants You

It doesn't take long. Once Jane leads you into the house, she grabs your hand, pulls you down the hallways and into a bathroom, locking the door behind her. You want to question her, to get your bearings on your new life, but before a word can escape your lips, you find her tongue in your mouth.

"Mmmmm... John..." she moans between kisses, "I don't know what it is about you. I just can't keep my hands off of you."

And she doesn't. After just a few moments your red dress has ridden up your body, exposing your pantie clad exposed nether-region. Her left hand wrapped around behind you, pulling you into her body, her right slipped into your panties, frantically pulling on your erection.

"Jane?" came the voice of the bearded man from the other room, "Where are you two hiding yourselves?"

"Shit!" she spat, separating herself from you, "Quick, get yourself together. I'll slip out so Barry doesn't realize." She pauses, smiling hungrily at you, "Fix your make-up, baby, and I'll try to find an excuse to get rid of him. Then you can show me what a real man is."

Jane slips out of the washroom, leaving your head spinning. You balance yourself with your hands on the vanity and stare at your face in the mirror. Lipstick, eye shadow, long flowing auburn hair and a pair of earrings stares back at you. You smile. This is, after all, what you asked for.