We had skipped that safety meet. Or at least she had. Her name is Scarlet. At least that’s what I call her. I’m not even sure if it deserves capitalization. That might offend. She is supposed to be treated as if she is a worthless thing.
I had her park in the parking lot where I could see from my hotel room. She kik’d me that she had arrived and I had her get out of the car. I sent back to walk around her car in a circle twice while I decided if she was worth my time.
I watched from my window as she looked around, vainly up to see if she could see who was watching and from where. She was too far for me to make out any details of course. But I saw a clear female shape, wearing the blue dress that I recognized from the naughty photos she had kik’d me throughout the day.
I sent a note back, taunting her, calling her a horny slut, telling her she was so overwhelmed by the wet slick between her legs that she was rushing up to be abused by a man she hadn’t met or seen, when I had clearly seen her.