Sweet Sherri

"Straight to the dick as usual," Sherri said as she plopped down on a chair. "If I was in the blackmail business, I'd have enough cash to own the Yankees."

"Ya gotta admit you're a strange bird, even for what you do," Stan said over the mild squeak of highlighter dragging across the page. "You've spent a tidy five figures making yourself a lust object, yet you aren't even interested in the guys that come after you."

"Well, there's no law saying I gotta fuck them," Sherri said as her brain finally got up to waking speed. "Besides," as she sat up in her chair, "I'm the one who ultimately has to live with my body, and I think I did a decent remodeling job, right?"

"Looking like the porno whores you jerk off to all the time, fish!"

Sherri replied to her friend with a chuckle and a well-thrown pillow to the head. "I guess I do need to kill the volume on my computer during the week, huh?" she thought to herself. "So what's the agenda for today?"

"Well, bury myself in these books for a lot more, then head downtown to meet the next loser. Hey, a brother has needs, ya know?"

"True."

"I mean, how's this for a simple concept: I'm a guy who likes to fuck, well, guys. If I wanted femme wannabes, I'd be asking you to feed me the info for the new recruits at your various jobs."

"And you wonder why I don't date? Heck, and ya wonder why I'm still technically a virgin."

"We all know why, but I'm not going there right now. What's on your plate?"

"A trip to a collegiate library in the wilds of Queens, then, absolutely nothing for once. I know I do need to get my act together with school, but between the three nights a week, the modeling gigs and actually, well, studying, it's not exactly smooth."

"I feel ya, girl."

"Well, let me attempt to get going," Sherri said as she made it to her feet. "You thinking about bringing dude back here if all goes well?"