“I’m a virgin.”
“I want you to please me like you pleased your little girlfriend Kita. I saw her face. I just want to feel what she felt without the sex.”
“Wait… What? Let me get this straight. You want me to give you oral?”
“I’m saving myself for marriage. But when I saw the joy you brought this girl it gave me feelings inside. If you try to penetrate me it will be against my will. I will call 911 and tell the police you raped me. Because you would have committed rape. I don’t want to be penetrated in my vagina. But I saw the joy on the face of Kita and I want to feel that too. You can say no and pray that I don’t write that Yelp review.
“This all sounds like entrapment and blackmail to me.”
“I assure you, Charles, it is not. I saw you with that girl and it aroused something in me. I have never seen anything like that before. Not even in a movie. I’m not ready to be with a man sexually because of my culture, virtue, and religion. But now I have been put in this fortunate position of power. I can have what I want without the burden of a relationship.”
This chick is obviously brilliant or crazy. But I think I need time to think this through. Technically she’s blackmailing me for oral sex. She could have just come in here and just told me she wanted that. I would have done it in a heartbeat. She’s gorgeous. But that could have led to something else she doesn’t want to happen. Not knowing I’m the gentleman I am she couldn’t take that risk with a stranger. This seems weird. But as fearful as I am, I’m really turned by the weird vice of this moment.
“Can you at least give me a day to think about it?”
Jazmin just looks at me. “Are you married?”
“No. Divorced in 2001.”
“Do you have a family?”
“My parents have passed away. I have three sisters. One older, two younger.”
“One daughter. She’s 23, and lives with me.”
“A gentleman who grew up with women and whose grown daughter lives with him. Impressive. You must have great integrity and fairness if your daughter has chosen to live with you.”
“I don’t know how much integrity I have but I don’t feel that I should be blackmailed into giving you pleasure.”
“You have twenty-four hours. I’ll be back here tomorrow at the same time. Fair enough?”
What the fuck?
God Damn it. Here we go again…
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