Yeah no, that's not the kind of story we signed up for.

Making her way to the bedroom, Carrie casually dumps her clothes and handbag on the floor before grabbing her cellphone and keying in Sanford's number for a text message; If the plan in her head was going to work then she needed to do everything at just the right time or it would fail and for her failure was almost as loathsome as boring sex with unimaginative people.

ISHTAR386: I said I'd message you, and here I am.

A moment passed before she got a response.

ALPHAGRINDSET: You the tease from the gym?

Flipping the phone around, Carrie took a casual picture of herself, not caring that her hair was a mess or that her chin was still slick with spit from the 69 she'd just been involved with.

ALPHAGRINDSET: Good 2 know. Meet me at the riverside motel in 20 don't bother with condoms I do it raw.

_ISHTAR386:__ _And why would I do that?

A minute passed before Carrie got an answer of sorts in the form of a dick pick that caused her eyebrow to arch in both surprise and amusement; Sanford was big to be sure, she guessed it was close to the size of yours while still not being fully aroused and it would absolutely fit the requirements for a gonzo porn star even with his lousy manscaping. With this kind of tool she could absolutely see how Sanford would be so absurdly confident.

Grinning, carrie quietly opened her dresser and pulled out a gift that one of her girlfriends had given to her as a joke when she'd first started dating you, a monstrous piece of latex from bad dragon that ~while Carrie had indeed used on occasion just to see if she could~ had mostly been something the two of you laughed at for the absurdity of it. Matching the pose of Sanford she snapped a shot and sent it back.

ISHTAR386: Mine is bigger.

A minute, then another passed; this part of the plan was the most sensitive, the most delicate and most likely to fail. If she went too hard then Sanford would drop it, if she went to easy then it wouldn't be worth the effort.

ALPHAGRINDSET: I'm not looking to play games with some stupid tease. Either we're doing this or fuck off.

ISHTAR386: And If I do fuck off what are you going to do?

ISHTAR386: Go back to fucking cheap sluts?

_ALPHAGRINDSET: _I have a ton of girls who would be fighting to have me rail them.

ISHTAR386: And how many of them actually challenge you?

ALPHAGRINDSET: None.

ISHTAR386: That's my point. You haven't been properly challenged to prove yourself. So what I'm going to do is give you that opportunity to prove yourself. To show that you can work at my level so that I can fuck you.

ISHTAR386: and let's be honest: after fucking so many girls, don't you want a shot at a woman who can match you?

Time seemed to stand still as she waited for Sanford's reply. She'd put the finest bait she could on the hook, but if she'd misread him, guessed wrong about his pride, libido or intelligence then this whole thing was liable to blow up in her face...

ALPHAGRINDSET: How would this work.

ISHTAR386: I'm going to send you challenges. You pass them, you get closer to the goal. You don't, and well... we'll figure it out.

Switching her phone off, Carrie briefly eyed the bad dragon toy for a second, toying with the idea of using it for a moment before deciding to put it away and head into the shower to clean off.