You deny her advances

You smirk slightly, assuming Candy is just kidding anyway. "Don't you have any shame?", you ask her in a playful voice as you wrap the towel around yourself to stop her from constantly ogling you. You know you're not one to talk, considering the things you did today.

She shrugs at you. "I used to, once. Now? I'm out to fuck as much as I can", she says, and sounds surprisingly honest in her answer. "And why not? It's fun", she explains. "Sex is meant to be fun, right?"

"I suppose", you answer, not entirely convinced. You might be reasonably open-minded, but you have little experience in fooling around with someone of your own gender. You don't think getting your sore pussy licked by a smoker girl whom you just met five minutes ago is the way you imagined that to happen.

"So, come on, spread your legs for me. I know you don't mind", she seems to have decided. You quickly realize she was serious in her earlier offer after all. Indeed, the way she looks at you is odd in a lustful way. You're definitely not used to seeing fellow women look at you like that. "Or you can lick me instead, that's fine too!", she generously offers.

You tilt your head at her, her brashness surprising you once again. "What did you put in that cigarette?", you ask her, suddenly wondering if there's an additional reason for her horny behavior. "Or is this the result of some unresolved childhood trauma?", you wonder aloud.

"Probably", she shouts at you. "Now, come on!", Candy stands up from the bench and tries to pull the towel away from you.

"Were you abused or something?", you ask her, still desperately trying to get to the root cause. You're struggling to keep the towel covering your privates. She is using both her hands to try and snatch it, and she starts pulling once she gets a good grip.

"Yes. Now give me the fucking towel!", she says. You're both pulling so hard on it that you fear one of you will be flying across the room when the other lets go. You sigh and let her have it, and she snatches it out of your hands and throws it behind her on the bench, right on top of your other clothes. Almost instantly she throws herself at you.

You put your hands in place in order to ward her off as she drags you to the ground. You end up lying flat on your back on the shower floor as she crawls on top of you. Her long black hair falls in place on either side of your face and makes everything feel even more intimate and confrontational. She presses herself up close between your bared breasts as you try to look her in the eyes. "Do you want to talk about it?", you ask her in a somewhat concerned voice.

"Sure. Here's a story for you. Once upon a time there were two girls in the shower room", she says. "They fucked and it felt amazing. The end".

You can smell the cigarette on her breath and stare into her eyes for a moment. Your heart skips a beat at the crazed, lustful stare that she returns. The look on your own face seems to throw her off guard, because in a sudden moment of shameful realization she quickly turns her gaze away. She now seems to have stopped trying to **** you, so you easily throw her off you.

"I feel like you need to see a psychologist", you say, crawling up and sitting besides her on the wet floor. You've never seen any girl act like this.

"Why?", she says, wrapping her arms around her legs and looking at her feet. "I like fucking, that's not a problem. It's why I work here. Is there something wrong with you?"