I sat outside his house and fiddled with my engagement ring in my car. On Saturday I had my bachelorette party, which ended with me having sex with a black stripper in the private backroom.
He gave me his number and that led to me now sitting outside of his house. My fiancé thought I was at drinks with my coworkers.
I knew I should just drive away. I wanted to drive away. I scrolled through Reddit reading all the comments encouraging me to do it. Telling me I only live once. I read their degrading comments on my body. A wave of horniness washed over me.
“Are you coming or not?” The stripper texted.
I took a deep breath.
“I’m here.” I sent it. Without thinking I got out of the car and walked right up to his door and knocked. I could hear loud voices inside. A big dog started barking and I heard the struggle of someone putting the dog away in another room. A moment later the stripper opened the door. I forgot how tall he was, towering over my 5’0 frame.