Fiction inspired by conversations with a phone sex operator.
I needed a pair of nightstands so I recruited my FWB Andrew to help me. We met on Tinder and we hook up every once in a while especially after he's done running my errands. We're leaving IKEA when I recognize a familiar shape in front of me. I've seen Allison from behind so many times, I know how she looks like in jeans, how her purse hangs from her shoulders and how her hair falls down her back. She's walking with who I assume is her husband. I speed up and catch up to them.
"Hi Allison!"
Everyone stops and there's a moment of awkward silence. I've ambushed Allison so many times and I can see that she's wondering if I've done it again. But this time, it really is a coincidence. My plan was to get the nightstands, go home, wait for Andrew to assemble the nightstand then fuck him. But plans change and I acted quickly. I introduced us to her husband.
"I'm Jia. This is Andrew."
"Nice to meet you. I'm Aaron. How do you know Allison?"
"We have mutual friends. Are you almost done shopping? We're going to get something to eat. Would you like to join us?"
I can tell that Allison is uncomfortable. She had probably been trying to separate her normal life as a boring wife to her double life as my slut. She turns to her husband to discuss but he's been admiring my tits. He replies without consulting her.
"I think that's great idea!"
Dinner was pleasant. Sushi and sake. We talked like two normal couples. It was probably the first legitimate conversation I've ever had with Allison. What did I learn about her? She was born in Michigan and raised Chicago. She went to college in North Carolina to study English and Education. She spent a few years as a Kindergarten teacher before moving to DC where she currently works as an event planner.
What did the others learn about me? I was born in Hong Kong then adopted as an infant. I grew up in Maryland. Now I study biology at a DC university.
After eating, I suggested going back to my place for some drinks and desserts. Aaron agreed enthusiastically. Allison was not as enthusiastic. I know she knows I'm planning something. And she's partly right. I'm still figuring it out and making it up as the night goes on.
Once home, I break out the shot glasses. Moutai is 53% ABV and tastes like rot. But it's potent and I think it's the quickest way to get the results I'm after. We start playing truth or dare. Don't want to tell the truth, take a shot. Don't want to do the dare, take a shot. And of course, everything is related to sex. So things are going to get awkward!
Allison doesn't take a shot because she lies for every truth. She's never had an affair. She's never been in a threesome. She's never done anal. I don't call her out for lying because I need her to be sober for what happens next.
