Sure!

You step inside and she slams the door behind you, shutting out the bright sunny day and sealing you in the dim stuffy confines of her house.

"Step into my parlour.. said the spider to the fly," says the girl with a grin.

The air is heavy and oppressive, and you start to sweat a little as she leads you upstairs by your hand.

"What's your name?" you ask her as you step clumsily over one of several bags lying on the stairs, almost tripping.

"Why?" she asks, with a laugh, not turning around but seeming a little friendlier now she has you inside "So you know what to say later when you're begging for mercy?"

"Uh.."

"It's Nicola. Nicola Chambers. You can call me Nikki."

What the hell have you got yourself into here, you wonder, but a glance down at Nikkis hips and butt make you think it won't be too bad. She leads you though a short, dark hall and reaches in front of you to push a door open, then shoves you through it. You find yourself in a small, cramped bedroom stuffed with furniture and dominated by a large double bed, so out sized for the little room that the foot of it is less than a foot away from where you stand in the door. The rooms as dark as the rest of the house, and smells kind of musky.

You turn around to face Nikki, you find her standing right behind you, grinning broadly.

"What-" you begin, but she's already shoved you hard and you fall backwards onto the bed, stunned. You stare up at her as she raises an eyebrow and then leaps on top of you.

You offer only the mildest resistance as she tears off your clothing, then sits back to straddle you. You reach up to touch her but she slaps your hand away. She then pulls her dress off over her head, throws it across the room and sits astride you, naked save for her glasses and jeans and grins down at you.

Her breasts are the two pert little handfulls you expected, speckled with freckles, the nipples pink and hard and seeming almost to reach out to you. Your eyes slide down her torso over her smooth flat stomach to the waistband of her jeans, where one of her hands is toying with her belt. Holy crap, it looks like your friend wasn't lying about this place at all... This'll be dynamite info for your story, and man, just look at this little nerdy dynamo...

She bites her lower lip, looking playfully nervous and coy, and says -

"I've been very horny today, I'm afraid. I can't promise to be gentle at all."

You open your mouth, unsure of what you're going to say, but she reaches out and puts a finger over it.

"Save your breath," she giggles - nervous, or just playing at it? - "You're going to need it. Now let's get started..."