“I met a lot of nice guys,” Kerry insisted. “Had fun with them too.”

“Any keepers?” Sandy asked.

“No . . . but I’ve seen some of them more than once. If they give me a good time, then I figure they deserve another taste.” She grinned. “So to speak.”

Sandy leaned forward, eyes sparkling. “How many do you get through?”

“One, maybe two each week. Depends on how horny I feel.”

“Two a week?” Cindy’s eyes widened in horror at the thought of picking random men for sex. And yet a small shiver of excitement skittered through her tummy. What if she could meet someone like that, even once a month? That was how long she’d lasted before pleading for a second meeting. Sure, Mark wasn’t ideal boyfriend material, but if she could have kept him in a cupboard and pulled him out once a week for sex, that could have been fun.

“I like the idea of a cupboard boyfriend,” she said softly. Her eyes widened in horror when she realized she’d spoken aloud.

“Hey, me too!” Sandy grabbed her arm and grinned. “Wouldn’t it be great? Keep them locked away until Saturday night, fuck their brains out, and put them away again.”

“I’d need them on Wednesdays, too,” Kerry said. “I get super-horny midweek.”

“Maybe we could club together and buy one,” Sandy suggested.

“Or you could borrow one of mine?”

When Cindy stared, Kerry laughed. “All the pleasure, none of the guilt. What do you say, Cin? Want to hook up with a fitty for the night?”

Cindy sighed. “I’m not sure I want a hundred pervs looking at my photo.”

“There won’t be a hundred, silly!” Sandy laughed.

“No?”

“No. It’ll probably be thousands.”

“Definitely no, then.”

“Way to sell it, Kerry,” Sandy muttered.

“But you won’t have to meet ANY of them if you don’t want to. And the piccies have to be decent anyway, or they get taken down.”

“No nudies?” Cindy asked.

“Definitely. I mean, you can send them one when you hit it off, but that’s—”

“No, no, and no!”

“Relax. It’s like browsing through a catalogue of horny guys. You pick one you like and start a convo.” When Cindy raised her eyebrows, Kerry sighed. “You start talking to them.”

“Let me think about it.”

Sandy curled her fingers around Cindy’s wrist. “Or you could try the old-fashioned way and go to a bar.”

“No thanks. The only ones I seem to attract are older sleazy guys that do nothing for me.” She shuddered.

Sandy leaned closer and lowered her voice. “I hear dressing as a schoolgirl is the way to get them hot.” She trailed a finger along Cindy’s shoulder.

“I should never have told you about that!” Cindy’s cheeks warmed.

“About what?” Kerry’s eyes widened.

“Tell you later.”

“Please don’t . . .” Cindy groaned.

“Too late,” Kerry bumped her wrists together in excitement. “Cat’s out of the bag!”

“I was talked into it, okay?”

“And it ended in a foursome back at the guy’s flat.”

Cindy rolled her eyes. “No, it didn’t.”

“It would have. It should have.”

“Why? What happened?”

“Cin chickened out and ran away.”

“I hate you so much right now.”

“Aw, let me tell the story. Please?” Sandy pouted.

“Then tell it right,” Cindy said through gritted teeth.

“Juicy! We’re going to need more coffee.” Kerry waved to a barista. “Tell me the whole story. I want to hear exactly what went on.”