What's she willing to do?

Reaching into the fridge, the man pulled out two cans of beer and walked back to where Zoe stood just inside the doorway of the small, rundown apartment, handing her one.

"Come sit down and relax with me," he said, gesturing toward a couch on the other side of the room and slipping one arm around her waist.

Zoe **** a slight smile and let the man guide her to the couch, where she sat down, appreciating the chance to rest for a minute; her heels were killing her, and her tight dress, though it accentuated, looked terrific on her, wasn't incredibly comfortable to stand around in all night.

The man sat next to her and grinned at the sight of the young girl across from him, which was not lost on Zoe.

Zoe thought he was alright looking, in a sort of blue-collar way, but she was out of his league, and she knew it.

"So, can I use your phone real quick..." Zoe began.

"What's the rush girl?" The man interrupted. "We're just getting to know each other." He said, smiling again.

"And that's great, you seem like a a nice guy." She said, turning around to look for something to put down the unopened, cheap beer he'd given her. "But, I really need to get going, so if I could just use your phone real quick..." She began as she turned around, seeing that the man had pulled out his semi-erect cock, already large by any standard.

"Like what you see?" he said as he stared at her from no more than arm's reach.