Leaving Her Sister at Home

Her sister — who is also his girlfriend, which matters for context — was at home waiting for the landlord. This was not unusual. The arrangement between her sister and the landlord was one of those things that existed in plain sight without anyone naming it: he would arrive, she would strip for him, give him a lapdance, take him in her mouth, and hand over the rent money. She had never actually fucked him. There was, apparently, a distinction.

They went for a walk — just the two of them, Adore and him, leaving her sister to the arrangement.

The White Skirt

She was dressed for the beach: a tiny bikini and a short white skirt that she wore everywhere in summer. Her sister had asked him, before they left, what he thought of Adore’s tits. He said they looked great. He’d seen her on stage at the club, covered in oil and masturbating for a crowd — he was not exactly an innocent party — but there’s a difference between a stage and a pavement, between watching and being alone.

She took off her bikini top on the grass by the road and asked him again what he thought. He was getting visibly hard. She watched this happen, registered it as information, and took off her panties. She pulled her skirt up. They were standing on the grass next to the road.

What Else Could I Have Done

She grabbed his hand and pulled him down into the grass.

He pulled off the skirt entirely. She was completely naked, very close to the road, and then he was inside her. His account of this — written in the chatlog with the mild bewilderment of someone recounting a thing that happened to him rather than something he decided to do — is that he doesn’t think too many people saw. He seemed uncertain about this.

She was not uncertain. She had been a stripper for years by this point. She was accustomed to coming in front of an audience — to the specific texture of being watched and wanting it. He was the one who found it strange. She found it entirely normal, which is perhaps the point.

He tells the story like a man who still hasn’t quite sorted out what it means. She tells it — to the degree she tells it at all — like a warm evening in summer that went the way warm evenings in summer sometimes go.