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Le Trapeze is skeezy. But I don’t need other people to have fun with Jen.

The second time with Jen, I didn’t make the same mistake. I was in perfect control.

From the strip club to the hotel room, I directed your orgasms by text — and then joined you for the rest.

A short dress, a dark bar, a sex party, and three marathon sessions between her thighs.

We meet halfway, in a town with a hotel and a liquor store. That’s all we need.

A long, breathless tour of everything running through my mind on the way down, and while I’m there.

H has her own vision of our first date. Seems to me, either way, I win.

I changed my mind about the drink.

A detailed set of instructions for an afternoon together.

A twelve-minute, wordless fuck.