Someone to Fuck

Holly scrolled through the names and faces on her phone. Amiable exes, platonic friends she knew would jump into bed with her in an instant given the opportunity, that guy from her work who she thought she might kind of like, maybe. But she couldn't bring herself to do it. Once she had this curse somewhat under control, she might at least be able to let someone take her on a date before putting out, but tonight she didn't have that luxury. She needed someone who she could fuck and forget, without any lasting emotions on either side, without having to look each other in the face the next day, and without Holly having to worry they would start getting too interested in her and somehow stumble upon the still unactivated control element of her curse.

So with a heavy sigh, she re-downloaded the Tinder app. She still had an account on there, but it had been on pause for more than a year. Holly hated dating apps, and had never enjoyed her time on them. Apart from anything else, there were way too many creeps and dick pics. But needs must. She was due a new profile picture, so put on her favourite cute black dress, set her camera phone to timer on the dresser opposite her bed, and aimed for a pose that leaned into sexy without looking slutty.

She felt pretty happy with it, so loaded it onto her profile and, with few minor tweaks to her bio, was soon up and running.

That Holly's profile was soon flooded with likes did not cause her any joy. Scrolling through them, the vast array of horny, bare chested men looking for someone to stick their dick into did not appeal to her at all. She had her profile set to bi, and bemoaned how much higher in quality the female profiles who tried to connect with her were. But they were no good, it had to be a guy.

She finally found a male who at least seemed tolerable to her. He was calling himself only J, which would usually be a slight red flag to Holly, perhaps indicating someone who was married or already in a relationship. But she didn't have the luxury of being able to worry about that right now. He was a few years older than her, well dressed, sophisticated looking and probably successful. He wasn't exactly her type, but he wasn't far off either. And his message, while short and to the point, was far more palatable than most of what she was receiving.

Hey Holly, cute profile! I would love for you to let me take you out for dinner. Tonight if you are free?

J would have to do. Holly swiped right and responded, quickly and unsubtly.

I've already eaten. How about I just come over to yours?

She could barely believe she had sent a message like that, which was just so unlike her. She didn't quite say she was down to fuck, but she may as well have. The truth was that, whatever the reasons were, she was. Unsurprisingly, the response was near instant.

Works for me! Come over whenever you are ready, I'l send you my address.

Just wanting to get this over with, Holly picked up her house keys, threw on a jacket and walked downstairs to the front door.