Tara's recruiting

Tara smiles at you. "Smart boy," she says, leaning forward and squeezing her breasts together with her arms. "Easily distracted though," she continues. "Accounts for your dalliance with the Flower Girl maybe. Never mind, we can work with that. Earth to Joo-hooon," she says, pushing her breasts up.

You look up to Tara's face, aware that she was making a bit of fun, not just teasing you. She smirks. "Can't you read, asshole!?" she says, raising her voice and pointing at her tattoo. This gets you looking at her chest again.

Tara laughs a slightly hysteric laugh. "Oh John! You must be right off the farm. But your heart's in the right place, and you're smart in your own way, and I love you for that. Look at my eyes or my nipples as you prefer while I explain.

"So, you know that I don't play by the usual rules. I'm part of a commune of people who don't fit in but can get along with each other. Half a dozen atheist chicks. A married man and woman who *both* live collared-and-naked full time. A delicate girl from Iowa whose parents fucked her brain competely and needs our help. And a few others.

"You're cool enough that I'd like to ask you to visit us. It does us good to have new people around. Whatever happens with this Carol chick, do you wanna come meet us tomorrow? I'd like to see if you'd gel with the rest of us."

You're seriously intrigued. If Tara's behaviour was down partly to her testing you, maybe she's easier to get on with most of the time. Or maybe this is what she's like when she's buttering people up... Either way, it sounds like an adventure.

"Okay, yeah," you say. "That'd be cool."

Tara smiles. "Great," she says. "So, I guess you have like twenty minutes to burn before the famous Carol turns up. I'll be honest, I don't know when next I'm going to find a penis that belongs to someone who isn't some kind of theofascist. I'm not gonna fuck you just now, but I'm open to playing around a bit to lighten the mood a bit. Got any ideas?"