When I came back from work yesterday, there was a phone call from Daniel. I assumed that he wanted me to come over for a fuck, but he asked if I could meet him at that bar next to his place. So, I applied some new make-up and left to meet him there.

When I arrived, he had already ordered some drink for me. I thanked him and he said that he wanted to talk with me about yesterday. He said that he was actually somewhat mad at me because of my infidelity. I replied that I could very well understand his reaction and that I'm fine with it, don't mind the names he called me etc."If I think it over they even turned me on in a twisted way."

He smiled: "Well, seems you can't help it, little cunt." Now the smiling one was me.

Then his face turned serious again. "Jess, see, I don't want to play games with you. You are hot and beautiful, but I can't feel any love or so towards you." - I put my hand on his and said: "That's fine with me, big boy. I don't expect something like that. Let's be just friends-and", I added smiling again, "if you don't mind, I'd love to get fucked by you once in a while."

Now, Daniel's face showed a broud grin...and a second later I understood, why: In my back, the waitress had just come to our table to ask if we had some further wishes. She must have heard at least my last words. I felt my face turning bloodred, but than I took a deep breath and asked her to bring the bill, "since I've got the feeling my friend here has something on with me."