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downtown, where they don’t ID me. I let men buy me drinks and take me in the bathroom. I love to feel them inside me. 

    Carl isn’t DOMINATOR at all. Cassie’s hand starts moving again beneath her and, as she watches, another message appears on the screen, this one from Carl’s opponent. 

    DOMINATOR: You are slut! Do you love to have cock in you? WHAT DO YOU DO FOR ME? 

    Carl leans forward to respond. 

    Checkmate_girl16: I don’t know. What would you do to ME if I was too drunk? Would you share me? 

    She wants to reach out her hand and tap on the window, right then, but she crawls backward to their bedroom window instead. Is this what he does while she’s at work? 

    The next day, Cassie buys a bottle of wine on the way home from work. She stops at a small store with a display wall covered in dildos. She picks one, veined with thick ridges. Modeled after a real cock, but not too large. The clerk helps her pick out a harness, explains how it fits. 

    At home, Carl cooks dinner, and they eat and drink in silence. He has a second glass, and without asking Cassie pours him a third. After dinner, she leans down close and she puts her hand on his leg. 

    “I want to fuck you,” she says. She kisses him roughly and pulls him into the bedroom, leaving the dishes on the table. Cassie pulls a pair of handcuffs out from under the pillow, and handcuffs Carl to the foot of the bed. She ties a blindfold around his eyes. 

    She kisses the very back of his neck, and then pushes his face into the blankets. Then she pulls out the new dildo from under the bed. She warms it up in her hands while Carl sits there, waiting, hard.

    “Okay, he’s ready,” Cassie yells, like she’s yelling to someone in the hall. She gets up quietly and pulls the door open fast. Carl looks over at the door, still blindfolded, confused. Cassie sneaks back to where she was sitting beside the bed, and continues to talk as though someone is there. “You can be rough if you want,” Cassie says. “Just wear a condom.” She pulls his pants down and begins to finger lube into his ass. She slaps him, and then again. 

    “Cassie?” Carl says, quietly. She doesn’t answer. She slides her finger into him a little deeper, and he lets out a low moan. She has the dildo in her harness now and she rolls a condom down over the length. When she grabs his hips, she grabs them hard, so he doesn’t recognize her touch. She puts the tip of her cock against his ass. Carl bites his lip as a stranger presses against him from behind. 

    She goes slowly and they still have to stop a few times for more lube. Cassie is still playing the part, slapping him hard, pretending to be a man, using Carl like a common whore. He writhes underneath her, and he yanks at the handcuffs and when they are done he says, really quietly, “Oh, Cassie, this was nice.”

this is math

    The man sits on Rose’s couch too easily. He’s used to making strange living rooms his home. She clears her throat and turns to the door. 

    “In here,” she says. 

    She’s not going to be intimidated by his notepad filled with numbers. There’s nothing to numbers, no substance. It’s all one through ten. She can count and she knows better than to be scared of some man who counts for a living. 

    He gets up and joins her at the table. 

    “This shouldn’t take long,” he tells her. “We’ll just go over your expenses. Do you have your receipts?” He has a degree in accounting, she guesses, which he probably thinks is math. It isn’t. The word counting is right there, inside it. They all think that counting is math. 

    Rose never got higher than a C- in high school math and that was good enough for the school boards and good enough for her. It wasn’t math, either. He probably got an A. The first time she ever saw math, real math, was in that used bookstore, when she opened an old book and let her breath catch inside of her. The symbols were a maze on the page, an