Mollie always loved those few seconds between when she knocked on the front door and the man who lived within answered. There was that tingling apprehension she felt deep in her stomach – the sense she always had that what she was doing was incredibly naughty – coupled with the raw excitement of knowing exactly how much fun she was going to have over the course of the next few hours. It was in those few seconds that the tension that had been building over the prior weeks finally reached its peak, and she found she always a deep urge to turn and run away, but always too late – by the time she’d talked herself out of it, the door was wide open and she was being invited in.
She’d had plenty of meets like this before. They were easy to arrange really – a quick post in the right forum using the right kind of language and suddenly her inbox was flooded with messages from all sorts of men wanting all sorts of things. The hardest part was finding the right one, and some early disappointments had taught her what the good indications (and crucially, the red flags) were. Mollie knew what she was looking for anyway: taller, stronger, older men who were happy to just take what they wanted from her and then leave her alone. No strings, no fuss, no awkward cuddles with a stranger. And no man was going to turn down a blonde, 18 year old schoolgirl offering to come round.