"More than just fantasize"

What does she mean by that, you wonder? Not really wondering too much since it could only mean one thing. But could she really be serious? And now it's you who can't hide your surprise.

Joy smiles and shrugs. "C'mon, this isn't about me and Mr. Willis? The worst kept secret in our senior class. Yeah, everyone knows, I have a thing for old guys."

And being a slut is already paying dividends. You just learned that goody Joy is a freak. "So you've fucked one of the guys here?" You have to have total confirmation.

Joy laughs. You can see a set of what seem to be nice tits bounce beneath her scrubs. "I've fucked more than just one."

"All of them?" You shift in your seat. You're already wet again. So wet.

"Well, not all of them. But I've just been here a month. I'm working on it." Joy takes another bite of pizza.

"I don't believe you." You say, even though you do believe her. She has no reason to lie. Well she has every reason to lie, but in the other direction. She has no reason to tell the truth if this is the truth. Other than she's a nice girl who tells the truth. "I want to see."

Joy doesn't answer. But you can tell she's thinking. You can tell she wants to say yes. Is the pizza having a subconscious effect on her? Does she realize without realizing it that she's already participating in a sex act?

Slowly she starts to nod. "Okay." she says, "It's pretty late, my boss isn't around any more."

And you nod back. How easy was that?

Joy takes you down a hall, around a corner, down another hall to a door, and knocks on it gently. An old man voice on the other side grumbles something inaudible. "Walter? Are you up Walter? It's Helen. Can I come in?"

You lean in and whisper. "Who is Helen?"

"It was his wife's name." Joy answers and the door opens. Walter stands there.

He's a nice looking old man, wrinkled but thin, with a full head of gray hair. Distinguished. "It's not Thursday" he says.

Joy smiles. "I know. But someone special came to visit me, and I just had to bring them to visit you." Joy steps aside, letting Walter see you. He stares at you, looking your thin body up and down and up and down. You feel his gaze. You feel his erection forming in his pants. You feel objectified. You feel like a good slut.

"Ashley!" He smiles. "Well that is special. Come in."

You lean toward Joy again, whispering. "Who is Ashley?"