“Come into my parlor.” said Charlotte to the man. He was an average man, somewhat more attractive and somewhat less intelligent than strictly the norm. He was tall and well-muscled, and took good care of his body. He was also mildly intoxicated.

“Parlor?” He asked.

Charlotte smiled, thinking the man quaint. “Over there, hon,” she said, gesturing to a couch. “have a seat.”

He dropped into the offered seat not unlike a sack of potatoes. Sometimes there was a certain grace and elegance to his movements, but other times he moved more like an avalanche.

Charlotte took the beer can from his hand. She placed it on the coffee table as she sat in his lap sideways, her breasts only inches away from his face. His arms circled her waist and he looked up at her face with those innocent brown eyes, a smile of pure delight on his face. She kissed him deeply, pressing herself up against him, letting him probe her mouth with his tongue. The kiss lasted for quite some time, but Charlotte broke it off when she felt he was ready.

She sat on his lap, her heavy breathing creating a distracting view for the young man. “Why don’t you go lie on my bed? I’ll join you in a minute.” She smiled.

He got up quickly, picking her up so he didn’t dump her on the ground, then letting her get her feet. There was a certain unconscious grace to his movements, like his body knew how to seduce even if it didn’t know how to actually do anything else. He shot her a smile before disappearing down the hall.

Charlotte walked into the kitchen before asking loudly, “Would you like something to drink?”

“Yes, anything you’d like” came the almost instant reply. He was out of breath, and sounded busy. Charlotte guessed he was taking off his clothing, and probably posing on the bed. Maybe on one of the chairs in the bedroom. The thought made her smile.

She made two cocktails, stirring them both with her finger. She started down the hall, then an impulse made her stop. She put the glasses down on her desk and took off her dress, folding it and putting it on the coffee table next to his beer. She retrieved the cocktails and paused to check herself in the reflection in the TV. Her black lace panties and bra matched her hair and set her oh-so-pale skin off perfectly. Some people had even mistaken her for a vampire due to her skin. She had, occasionally, been able to turn that to her advantage. Tonight, however, was far more simple than any of that.