GIRL 98 ~ STRIPPER FIRE GIRL
Stripper Fire Girl hit on me much like Groupie Girl, with an email to my author website.
I wasn’t much in the mood for another groupie, but there was a break in the momentum building up to a girlfriend, and who knew, perhaps she could put some wind in my sails.
She lived in Washington, and I was there for a consulting meeting, so I met her at my hotel. We had a drink and talked.
She was thrilled to meet the man who had written the novels she considered so entertaining and riveting. It is probably an author’s fantasy to meet a woman who knows his work as well as he does.
Better, perhaps. Years later, I doubt I could pass a quiz on the specifics of novel #3. But she could. And for some reason, that is a little creepy, like being trailed by a stalker who knows and memorizes your every move.
She was a weight lifter, fitness expert and firefighter. A bit too butch, you might think. That, and she liked boy books. No, that wasn’t it. It was that her hair was too short. Way short. That just doesn’t work for me. Hair is a woman’s sexuality. It has to be long and flowing.
We went up to my room and fucked by the numbers. Rex was up for her, but I wasn’t. I didn’t cum, nor did she.
I went back to my room discouraged.
Stripper Fire Girl hit on me much like Groupie Girl, with an email to my author website.
I wasn’t much in the mood for another groupie, but there was a break in the momentum building up to a girlfriend, and who knew, perhaps she could put some wind in my sails.
She lived in Washington, and I was there for a consulting meeting, so I met her at my hotel. We had a drink and talked.
She was thrilled to meet the man who had written the novels she considered so entertaining and riveting. It is probably an author’s fantasy to meet a woman who knows his work as well as he does.
Better, perhaps. Years later, I doubt I could pass a quiz on the specifics of novel #3. But she could. And for some reason, that is a little creepy, like being trailed by a stalker who knows and memorizes your every move.
She was a weight lifter, fitness expert and firefighter. A bit too butch, you might think. That, and she liked boy books. No, that wasn’t it. It was that her hair was too short. Way short. That just doesn’t work for me. Hair is a woman’s sexuality. It has to be long and flowing.
We went up to my room and fucked by the numbers. Rex was up for her, but I wasn’t. I didn’t cum, nor did she.
I went back to my room discouraged.