Free I’m In Lust With A Stripper (Erotica) by Desiree Day

lot of them had the personality of a bull toad. Drew quickly scanned an e-mail. This sounds interesting, she thought. She returned to the beginning and slowly reread the message, it had piqued her interest. He had called himself Blkman1972, he liked jazz music, went to church regularly, drank socially, never married and no kids. She crossed her fingers before clicking on the link to his photo. By now she had downgraded her look requirements from drop dead gorgeous to presentable. “Please be decent looking.” Her excitement dimmed when she saw his picture, her heart sank. The picture was dated, at least fifteen-years-old, she decided after looking at the hair style and clothing.
    She knew then that he was probably another older guy looking for a young piece of ass. She wasn’t looking for a Sugar Daddy, she deleted the message.
    Drew occasionally peeked over her shoulder; keeping an eye out for, Mr. Tumblesome, her supervisor.
    She took a bite of her donut and washed it down with some coffee, then moved on to her guilty pleasure, the Craigslist’s, Missed Connection, section. She chuckled softly to herself while scrolling through the messages, occasionally opening up messages with snappy headlines that caught her attention.
    Suddenly she let out a little yelp and her best friend, Taylor, glanced up from her computer. "What's going on?" Taylor asked.
    "I'm a missed connection," Drew answered excitedly. “Finally, I’m a missed connection!”
    Taylor shot up from her desk and hurried over to her friend's cube. "Really?" She knew that her friend read Craigslist religiously, sometimes up to five times a day.
    Drew re-read the message for the fourth time. You: sexy, statuesque, Black lady, wearing denim shorts, men's suit jacket, pink camisole, a straw fedora and four-inch sandals. Your tits were jiggling with every step. You were strutting through the Target parking lot yesterday. You looked so hot!
    Me: A twenty-five-year-old White man, with blond hair and green eyes. I'm six feet three, I work out a lot, I have a killer body, and the best thing is that I'm nine inches long. Please email me at [email protected] .
    "OhmyGod! Should I e-mail him?"
    "You have to. He sounds so cute."
    Drew paused, then: "I don't know."
    "Well, why do you spend so much time reading this?"
    Drew shrugged. “For shits and giggles.”
    “Yeah right. I think you’re doing it because you were hoping someone would write about you and now they did and you’re scared.”
    “Am not!” Drew protested.
    “Yeah you are.”
    “You’re right,” Drew said then giggled. “But I never thought it would happen,” she sheepishly admitted.
    “Well it did. Now you have to do something about it.”
    “I don’t know.”
    Taylor nudged her friend. “Move.”
    “What are you doing?” A startled Drew asked.
    “Moving you out of the way so that I can respond to this man.”
    Drew pushed her friend away, their co-workers eyed them curiously. “Behave yourself,” Drew hissed. “I’ll do it.”
    Taylor and Drew had a stare down. Drew won when Taylor reluctantly averted her gaze and she smirked when Taylor pulled a chair over and settled next to her friend. “So what are you going to say?”
    Drew shrugged and bit her bottom lip. “I don’t know.” Drew had already started a new e-mail and put Hello in the subject line. “This is all I have.” She nodded at her monitor.
    “Ask him for a picture.”
    Drew grinned. “That’s a good idea. He knows what I look like. It’s only fair that I know the same. This will get us on an even playing field.” She typed in her request then hit the send button. “Well I did it.”
    They stared at the screen as though willing a response. “I don’t think it’s going to come any faster if we keep staring at the screen.”
    “I guess I’d better get back to work.” Just as Taylor was pushing herself up from her chair, a new e-mail came in. “This is it!” she screamed excitedly. “He sent a