Chapter 3

Nikki let herself in through Maya’s front door. “Hey! You almost ready?” She shouted.

“Just about,” came Maya’s answer from the kitchen. Nikki joined her there, where she was putting out a bowl of dog food. Soldier, the big black and brown rottweiler, sat waiting - perfectly still but salivating - while the petite woman bent over with his food bowl. After months of porn immersion, Nikki couldn’t help but imagine her friend on her knees getting smothered and fucked by the animal that outweighed her by at least ten pounds.

“Soldier, at ease,” Maya said, and the dog leaped to his bowl. There was no questioning the power dynamic between the two.

“So what’s this ‘best problem you could have’ that you need my help with?” Maya asked.

Nikki hooked the waist of her jeans with her thumb and pulled it away from her body. “None of my clothes fit! My underwear has literally slid all the way down my butt since I came in the front door. Time to go shopping!”

Maya laughed. “It’s about time. You’ve been looking kind of silly for a while now. So we’re going to hit a couple stores?”

“Hit a couple stores? Please!” Nikki answered. “This is going to be, like, movie montage level shopping. And look! I’ve got biceps!” She curled her arm in demonstration. “Then after, I was hoping you would take some pictures of me. New body, new clothes...”

“New life,” Maya added with an affirming nod.

“Yeah, that,” Nikki said with a bittersweet grin.

Maya had made the shopping trip everything Nikki could have hoped for. As expected, Maya had nagged her into spending more than she should have, but Nikki was secretly grateful for it. They covered all sorts of clothes: casual, business, beach-wear, and two new cocktail dresses. She even bought a cute tennis outfit in case she decided to accept the girl from the gym’s invitation for a match or two. After shopping, Maya made her feel like a model taking all sorts of pictures of her.

At home alone, Nikki made a point to only wear her underwear around the house. She liked the feeling of surprise she got when she saw her reflection in a pane of glass or a kitchen appliance. Her body was tight - curvy but lean, with a flat belly and perky tits. She had enough muscles to look fit without sacrificing femininity.

Armed with new pictures and new confidence, she pushed through her hesitation and created an online profile - not just for hookups but for real dating. She was going to do it right.

It turned out she still wasn’t ready. All through her first date - with a nice, good-looking divorcee - she kept feeling guilty about cheating on her husband. Even the idea of meeting his children made her anxious - not that he had suggested anything of the sort.

“You look troubled,” her date observed while they waited for their check at the restaurant.

“I’m sorry,” she told him. “You’re great. I’m just not ready for this.”

“I figured. I get it,” he said with a reassuring smile. “How about we split the bill, say goodnight, and then, maybe in a month I’ll call you and see where you’re at?”

“Honestly?” Nikki frowned. “You’re a wonderful guy. But just the idea of having your phone call hanging over me like that would stress me out.” She was already feeling it - nerves tangling in her chest around her thumping heart. “What I really want ... I know this is horrible but what I really want is for you to take me somewhere, sex me up hard, and then never call me again.”

He declined.

For a time, Nikki focused more on her dirty artwork. She was putting the finishing touches on Stakeout with Sadie Volume 2, drinking wine, and bemoaning her sexual frustration on her art blog. Her fans suggested that she try a different app - one designed purely for hookups with no expectation of dating. She hadn’t known that they existed.

So, the next day she met Topher at a pub. They each had a beer while checking each other out in person, and then they walked to his apartment two blocks away.

He unzipped her dress and grinned like a kid at Christmas as it fell to the floor, leaving only her shimmering red panties on her. She crawled onto the bed and lay on her back, watching him undress. He was clean-shaven, about forty, and only an inch or two taller than her. He clearly wasn’t a gym fanatic, but his body was nicely shaped enough. His pubic hair was neatly trimmed and his scrotum bare.

He joined her on the bed, sitting by her side, and his fingers roamed across her body as if he were playing a harp. “Fuck me,” he kept muttering while he discovered her body. She wiggled approvingly. Eventually, she pulled him down to her face, and they tumbled around the bed, kissing and grinding their bodies together.

She had him pinned and she was grinning gloatingly, but his hands were pulling her panties to her thighs. She sat upright to remove them and then she straddled his legs. “Have you got a condom?” She asked.

His hands felt around in the nightstand drawer but came up with nothing. “Fuck. Wait - I’ve got more in the bathroom.”

While Topher was away, Nikki’s responsible mind surfaced. Nobody knows where I am, she realized. She typed out a quick text to Colin on her phone.

Topher came back, wrapped in latex. She guided him onto his back and then she climbed on top of him and took his cock into her impatient pussy. “Fuck me,” he exclaimed again as he watched her body move and felt her riding his cock. He touched her boobs and her arms, but mostly his hands were fascinated by her waist.

“Would you be okay with turning around?” He asked. “I’m kind of an ass guy, and I’d love to see yours in action.”

Nikki giggled and dismounted. “I honestly don’t have much of an ass left,” she told him as she settled back onto his cock, this time facing his feet. “I’ve been desperately trying to get rid of it. Sorry.”

Topher groaned as she fucked him. “Are you kidding? You’ve got an amazing ass - lean muscle. The kind that hurts your hand when you spank it.” He gave her butt a playful swat to make his point.

Nikki giggled and then settled into a steady fuck. She began to moan. She felt his cock stirring powerful sensations inside her. “Fuck me,” he muttered again, and she turned her head back enough to wink at him, which made his whole body tense up.

Nikki’s phone rang, but before she could think about what to do, Topher’s clumsy slapping, thumping hand silenced it.

There wasn’t much for her to look at, apart from his feet, so she closed her eyes and let her head roll back. Her bouncing hair tickled her neck. She let out a long slow moan - almost a howl - as the sexual pressure built up inside of her. His hands rubbed and squeezed her ass cheeks. Then she began to come. To hell with dating! A man and a woman together, strangers, using each other to fulfill their needs - that was the course of her life now. Even as she struggled to remember the name of the man she was with, she knew there would be others, and other orgasms just as unique.

Nikki’s contemplation was interrupted: Topher pulled her down so her back was against his chest. He was taking control: he was doing the fucking. His hips bucked, driving his dick into her. At the same time, his hands gripped her breasts as if they were made to be handles. She moaned with the new rhythm, the new angle of his penetration exciting her all over again. She was going to come again soon.

His feet pressed into the bed, lifting his hips in the air. Her body dangled on top of him at an incline on top of his, with her head at the lowest part. He held her breasts tightly and jostled her body. Miraculously, his cock managed to stay in place, sliding and bumping around in her cunt. There must be fairy dust on his dick, she mused, feeling the approach of another magical, inevitable sex high. She wailed and came.

“Can I finish in your ass?” He asked.

“No,” she muttered breathlessly.

“Damn.”

He flipped her face down on the bed and straddled her legs. Upright, now squeezing her ass cheeks with his vice-grip hands, he thrust hard, grunting. “Fuck. Me,” he muttered, strained. He flipped a switch inside her and she began coming again, squeezing his hard-working dick while her fingers tore into the sheets. He gasped in relief over and over as his climax filled up the condom.

“That was good. I needed that. Thank you,” Nikki said, still face down and sweating into the bedding. He lay beside her for a while and then got up to go to the bathroom.

They both sized each other up, wondering if the other thought that the date was over. Without saying it, they both concluded it was, and so Nikki got dressed and went home.

Me - casual sex with strangers, Nikki mused as she drove away. It had been so simple. She was satisfied, but she couldn’t help realizing that now, at ten o’clock on a Friday night, she could probably find another sufficiently attractive man who wanted to fuck her. Hell, she might even be able to find one after that. She could be that girl if she wanted to. Of course, she already had been that girl once, when she had blindly obeyed a voice on a phone and let two men use her in a bar outside of Reno. Hooking up with three men sequentially wasn’t the same as doing two at once, she supposed. She wasn’t sure which was “worse”. She wasn’t sure which idea excited her more.

The app seemed to call out to her psychically. She wasn’t actually going to do it, of course, but she was curious about what matches it had for her - what her options would be if she choose to be that girl. She pulled into a parking lot to inspect her phone, but before she got to the app, it told her she’d had a phone call. She knew that. It had been Colin, but the phone said the call had lasted thirty-eight minutes.

She called him back. “Hey, Colin. I thought I missed your call, but my phone says it lasted a half hour. Any idea what’s going on?”

“Oh,” he said nervously. “So that wasn’t intentional?”

“I thought my date hung up on you,” she said tentatively.

“Um, I thought you deliberately left the call open.”

“Wait, so you listened to me having sex?” Nikki asked, alarmed. She turned on the overhead light and fished in her purse for a nicotine patch.

“Well, yeah,” Colin explained. “Remember? We talked about how there’s a whole community on the Internet that’s all about sex audio? After you texted me that you were about to have sex, and then you didn’t hang up, what else was I supposed to think?”

Nikki sighed loudly as her skin soaked in her vice. “Well, can’t help it now - it’s in the past.”

“So...,” Colin began cautiously, “does that mean I should delete it from the web?”

“You posted me having sex online?” Nikki asked accusingly.