Anne begs you for a mercy fuck party

Anne sits on the loading dock and gives you a crooked smile. "Well, well, well," she says. She looks up and to the side, brushing back her dark red hair. "You seem quite eager to please, Joe."

You nod, trying not to look too foolish.

"Personal question, but an important one," she says. "How long do you last in bed? Can you go again?"

You grin. "I'm fast coming back up, Ms. Campion. No worries there," you say.

She looks in your face for a long minute.

"Good. You like older women? Get stiff for the cows in Water Aerobics?"

You blush red. "Um, yes." Some of them are younger, but most are your mom's age.

"Good. Then you are the right man to help out myself and a couple of very deserving women who need a good fuck."

You nod and swallow.

She musses the top of your hair. "Good boy, Joe."

NOTHING in the Pick-Up Artists' guide covers THIS scenario.

"I'll pick you up at eight tonight," Anne says. "Take a shower, get a fresh shave, dress in something comfortable. Make us happy."

"Okay," you say. "See you then, Mrs. Campion."

"Your shift is over for the day?" Anne says.

"Yes."

"Don't do any heavy lifting, you'll need your strength," she says. "Wait a few before you come back in. This will be our secret, now."

"Yes, Mrs. Campion."