Jenny aspires to be a writer of erotica. But she has one problem—she has to live what she writes about. Soliciting help from her best friend Kandi, she takes a path to finishing her book is exciting and filled with unplanned adventures.
Jenny stared at her friend in wonderment. She was tall and beautiful, with short black hair, dark eyes, and a killer body topped by the type of big boobs men loved. Jenny had always been a little jealous of Kandi, not only because of her beauty, but also because of her free-spirited nature and blatant sexuality. She wanted to be more like her, but, at five two, she just didn’t feel like she could ever make the impact on men that she did. It didn’t matter that her husband constantly told her that she had the greatest ass in the world and that no one cared that her boobs were A-cup bumps, she just wanted to be sexier. But, in the last year, her association with Kandi and her husband Tony had helped her discover her own sexuality, and now she was willing to partake in increasingly exciting adventures.
A familiar tingling tickled her between her legs. There was something about Kandi that drew Jenny to her, and now she was being offered the opportunity to see her in the nude, something she desperately wanted. All she had to do was go to the club. All, that is, besides preventing Sam from finding out. She didn’t think Sam would appreciate the idea of his wife hanging around in a strip club. On the other hand, maybe he would; after all, he certainly appreciated her new attitude towards sex.
“Come on,” Kandi said. “It’ll help you with your writing.”
“I don’t know.” Jenny sighed. “I’d be too scared.”
“Well, think about it, sweetie. Leave tomorrow night open.”
With wild erotic thoughts running through their minds, Jenny and Kandi gulped down their burgers, eating so quickly that they barely tasted their food.
When the bill came, Kandi said, “Twenty seventy-five. Let’s give him twenty-five, okay? He deserves a good tip.”
“Okay,” Jenny said. She reached into her purse, pulled out a calculator, and laid it on the table.
“I’m sorry,” Kandi said. “I forgot about…”
“It’s all right,” Jenny said, smiling. She punched in the number 25, divided by two, and stared at the result. Twelve dot five. Twelve plus one is thirteen. She took a ten out of her change purse, handed it to Kandi, and then counted, “Eleven, twelve, thirteen,” as she pulled out ones.
“I owe you fifty cents,” Kandi said, trying to cover her embarrassment. How could she have forgotten about Jenny’s strange problem with numbers?
“Forget it,” Jenny said. “Let’s go. I have a sudden urge to see Sam.”