Sammie

"I'm going to tell you a story, and you're not going to believe it, but you just have to." you say to Sammie on the phone. She's already confused and weirded out that you called. And now you're going to toss a sexual proposition at her, in complete disregard for whatever friendship you've had up until now.

So you tell the story. And as you go, Sammie says nothing, she just listens. You talk and talk and talk, being apologetic, admitting you sound like a pervert, explaining the confusion with the DVDs, telling Sammie that you've always liked her, and thought she was a fun, cool, person, but you know it's weird to be doing this now.

And when you finish, there's just silence. Until finally Sammie speaks. You hear her take a deep breath. "Okay... can I just ask one question. Just one question."

"Yes" you answer.

"Do you one-hundred percent super swear this is real?"

"Yes" you say trying to sound totally determined.

"Okay" Sammie says without explanation.

"Okay what?"

"Okay, I'll do it. Of course, are you kidding me?" She says, and you can hear the smile in her voice.

You've always known Sammie is cute, but now, suddenly now that your sex lives have been thrust together, you're really starting to think about her as a stone-cold gorgeous girl.

When she shows up at your apartment that night, she's sporting blue pixie hair, dramatic red lipstick, big brown eyes with dramatic eyeliner, and a see-through top, exposing her tattoos and a lace bra over her b-cups. She's damn attractive.

And the two of you make the drive over to the hotel, feeling very strange as you park the car and walk through the lobby. Knowing that no one knows why you're there, how could they, but if only they knew you were heading to Daisy Ridley's room... if only a lot of things.

A split second before opening the door, it occurs to you that this whole thing may be a ridiculous trick, a goof, a falsehood. The key card may not even work.

It does.

And then you're in. And you wait.

The hotel room itself is gorgeous. Of course it is. It's the best hotel in town. You don't have much to say to Sammie. You're both pretty nervous.

Sammie gives you a half-baked smile. "I guess we're gonna see each other naked tonight."

You shrug. "If things work out."

Sammie smirks. "We should probably hope they do, otherwise it's gonna be..."

*beep* the door is opening

And in walks Daisy, strategically not looking into the room, she closes the door behind her and closes her eyes. "Well... are you really here?"

Both you and Sammie answer at the same time. "Yes"

And Daisy's eyes fling open. She looks at you, then at Sammie, then at you. "You brought someone?"

You and Sammie exchange dubious glances. "Well..." you start to explain. "You bought all those lesbian DVDs so..." you look to see if there's any indication on Daisy's face. You think you may see a smile starting to form. "So I brought you your own lesbian."

And Daisy starts to laugh.

You're not sure how to take that.

She sighs. "Hon, I'm not a lesbian."

Shit.

Sammie gives you a look that could set you on fire.

"Then why... why all those lesbian porns?" You have to ask.

Daisy shrugs. "Just in the mood for it I guess? I mean, I like watching it. I've just never done it." Daisy gives you a sympathetic look. Then she gives Sammie a quick glance up and down. There's no denying it. She gives Sammie's tight, petite body a good once-over.

And Sammie notices it too. "I'm Sammie by the way." She says, extending her hand.

Daisy shakes it. How formal. How weird this is all turning out to be. "Sorry bout all this. You seem lovely but..."

"So you like to watch it, you've just never done it?" Sammie asks, just to be sure. But to be sure for what? She's hatching something, you can tell. Daisy nods. "And I imagine you're still horny?" Sammie smiles.

"Well..." Daisy lowers her head. She's a little embarrassed. "I was kinda looking forward to tonight, you know."

And Sammie shoots you a much **** look. "I think I have an idea."

"Do you luv?" Daisy asks, curiously.

And you're curious too.