"I'm sorry."

"Oh, I'm sorry," you mutter, not sure what to say, wondering if she suddenly feels guilty for whoring herself out to stay in her nice apartment.

"No, it's not you," she looks at you with a weak smile. "I thought it would be easy money for a guy to fuck me for a couple minutes, pay me, and leave."

"If you're worried that I don't have the cash I'll grab my wallet," you blurt out, still confused.

"No," she shakes her head. She sighs and pauses to regain her train of thought. "I don't know how to say this..."

You intently look at her beautiful face and wish that you could have met her under different circumstances. She sees the look of concern on your face and smiles from your reassurance.

"I told you that my roommate left me and I desperately needed money for rent," she says, looking back up at the ceiling.

"Yes?"

"Well, my roommate was also my girlfriend." She looks back at you to see your reaction.

At first you thought she meant girlfriend as in a female best friend but it finally dawns on you that her roommate was her lover as well.

"She left me when she found out I'm not a lesbian but bisexual," Samantha explains. "I missed having a real cock instead of a dildo in me." She stares at you, biting her lower lip, and waits for you to say something.