Beg Me

She knows I’m a deviant woman. I mean, aren’t we all? On the surface, we like to pretend we’re good girls, like we’re all princesses who deserve the crown. Deep down, we’re all nymphomaniacs.

Dasha knows it. I know it.

“Okay, fine. This man has definitely evoked the inner freak in me,” I admit.

“Whatever happened with the panties?” she asks. “Does he still have them?”

I snort. “You don’t even want to know.”

“No, I really do. I need to know, Madison. I haven’t gotten laid in like a year. I have a daughter that acts as the world’s best cock-block. You’d think you would have some natural empathy for me, or something,” she says, frowning.

The phone vibrates in my hand, and I immediately click it open, shielding it from her. She glances over my shoulder regardless.

The text reads:

“When can I see you next? I need you in my office elevator. By the time I’m through with you, you won’t be able to walk straight.”

“Whoa,” Dasha says, swallowing loudly. “Did he really just say that?”

“Uh, yeah.” I smile awkwardly. “He’s, uh, one of a kind.”

“Now I’m just jealous,” she says.

“Fine, I’ll tell you what happened with the panties,” I say, throwing the phone into my purse.

She perks up. “You will?”

It’s like telling a child you’re taking them to get ice cream. I swear, she’s that sex deprived.

“Yes,” I laugh. “Sit down and calm yourself, lady!”

She sits on the couch and crosses her legs. “I’ll be good, I swear.”

“So, he pretended we were having a meeting at his office,” I start the story. “And he—”

She interrupts. “Wait, you’ve been to his office?”

“Yeah, so what? What’s the big deal?” I ask her. “Stop interrupting.”

“I’m sorry, but you must really like this guy.” She smiles and scrunches her nose.

Okay, now she’s really annoying me.

“I don’t like the guy. He’s fun. And I enjoy the risk,” I tell her. “That’s all it is.”

“Mmhm.”

I can tell she doesn’t believe me.

“Okay, fine. Tell me what happened. I want to hear everything,” she says.

I hate this vicarious, living-through-you, crap. But she’s got a point. She’s a single mother. It’s hard to find a good man when that’s your situation. I know she’ll find it someday. In the meantime, I’ll have to live with telling her detailed stories of my hardcore sex life.

“So, he locks his office door. He picks up my whole body and sets me on his desk.” I smile.

Her eyes grow bigger. Her cheeks turn flush.

“…And he actually fucked me against his window.”