"Sorry," Erika sighed, looking down into her glass, licking her lips with the tip of her tongue. "I... I'm kind of broken I guess," she admitted. "I do love to flirt with guys that spark my interest and curiosity, like you obviously." She added, raising one of her eyebrows upward.

"Broken... Broken in what way?" Trent asked.

"Too many bad boys in my past pretending to be men... broken promises and lies, cheaters just looking to fuck my pussy" she breathed deeply. "Too many bad relationships."

"Damn," Trent hissed, licking his lips.

"What?" Erika asked.

"Just amazed at your openness when describing certain parts of your body, haven't met many women that do that." He said.

"Oh you mean like calling my Va-ja-ja a pussy?" she inquired.

"Exactly," Trent smiled, "Or even saying anything about it to begin with." He added.

"Sorry it sounds a lot hotter to me than calling it a vagina and a lot less dirty than calling it a cunt." Erika hissed, "And just so you know, as time go on between us, I'll probably be calling your penis a cock, a dick, a shank, in public." She smiled. "Okay with that?" she asked.

"Yeah actually," he said, taking another sip of his water, "I kind of find it a turn on hearing you talk the way you do." Trent smiled. "Maybe sometime in the not too distant future, you'll also call it yours." Troy flared his eyebrows slightly.

"Maybe, Mr. Pervert" she whimpered, raking her fingers through her hair, casting it off to one side, showing off her ripe, tanned neck.

"That said, getting back to you, I don't really thing your broken, I don't think you're even close, just think you haven't met the right guy," he smiled, tilting his chair in her direction so that he could talk to her more directly.

"And I suppose you're going to tell me that you're the right guy for me?" Erika barked, gazing at him, her eyebrows curving inward, giving him the impression that she was getting frustrated, "I've heard that line of bullshit before, just to get into my pants" she hissed.

"First off you should know your pants wouldn't fit me, your jeans are way too small for me to even get a leg in," Trent said sarcastically.

"Alright," Erika cocked a smile, "I've heard that line of crap before just to get inside my tight, moist pussy." She said, gazing deeply into his eyes.

"Hmm... do I make you moist baby?" he breathed deeply, flaring his eyebrows slightly, in an Austin Powers kind of way.

"Pervert," she sighed, smiling, "Not with those lame lines," she hissed.

"Still think you're the right guy for me?" she asked.

"Sadly that's not my decision to make," Trent said as he pressed the tips of his rough fingers over hers, "The best thing I can do right now is be open and honest with my thoughts and feelings, it's really up to you how much value you want to give to my honesty," he said as he smiled.

"And being honest with you, yeah, I'll admit it, a part of me was hoping for your bedroom in place of this bar," Trent said as he smiled. "I also love the way you talk, the firmness of your hard rounded ass and the way you sway your hips when you walk, just to name a few things I've taken notice to already."

"I see, seems like you've been checking me out from the beginning," Erika smiled, licking her bottom lip with the tip of her tongue before hearing Trent continued.

"I may be older than you but I'm still a man," Trent hissed, "However, that's just the physical observations, there's so much more to you obviously. So far, I also like the way you think. I really want to know why you think you're such a "broken" woman." He whispered, licking his lips slowly with the tip of his tongue as he continued to gaze into her eyes, never looking away as he told her what he wanted.

"That parts easy to explain" Akira sighed, sipping her light beer from her glass as she gazed into his eyes. "I seem to have bad luck with the men I allow to be with me, my last relationship was with my old boss at the Pizza shop," she sighed.

"Really, do tell," Trent hissed darkly, licking his top lip with his tongue.

"Well," she paused, smiling slightly, "it happened a little more than a year ago," she hissed. "For some reason I seem to go for older guys, call it an Oedipus complex or something, I don't know but I just don't see guys my age as all that mature. Especially since the last guy my age I 'dated' climbed up to my third story balcony, three months after we broke up just to see if my cunt was still hungry for his cock." She added.

"Was it?" Trent asked, laughing darkly.

"Perv," Erika shot back, only to smile, "No, he was a bad lay from the beginning, I like my lovers to at least have some confidence in their own bodies and abilities even if they're a virgin." She breathed deeply.

"Ah, has hot, tight Erika taken the purity of an innocent boy?" Trent asked.

"No... sure as hell acted like one though," she said, "and of course afterwards I would hear from others how he was going on about how 'great of a lover' he was in the sack." She sighed, "Fucking retard."

"Well" Trent hissed, "It should be obvious to you by now that I think you're hot, so yes, you seem worth the climb up three floors but you probably won't see me doing that anytime soon." Trent laughed, forcing her to giggle slightly as she softly hit his right shoulder with her open palm. "I'd probably get one of those drivable lifts instead." He smiled.

"Anyway, perv," she paused again, this time taking a full gulp of her beer, before continuing. "As I was saying, my last relationship was with my ex-boss at the Pizza shop a little more than a year ago." Erika sighed softly.

"I really thought he was a nice guy," she said pausing for a moment before gazing deeply into Trent's shimmering eyes, his attention totally on her, something that she found highly arousing. "At first the guy kind of gave me the creeps, I don't know why but I just didn't like, over time we seemed to get each other, so it wasn't at all a surprise when we started flirting."

"Flirting huh, how so?" Trent asked placing one of his hands on her knee, the tips of his fingers gently stroking her inner thigh as he continued to gaze deeply at her, waiting for her to continue.

"The usual I guess," Erika hissed, swallowing hard, before grabbing her beer and taking a few deep sips of her liquid courage, feeling a little looser with her words. "Brushing against each other in the tight back corners of the stock room, hands accidently swiping across private areas of our bodies," she whimpered slightly. "Making sexual comments about which one could last the longest, or who had the done it in the weirdest place, shit like that." Erika smiled.

"I see," Trent breathed deeply, licking his lips, as he placed his other hand gently on her other knee, spreading her thighs slightly open before momentarily gazing down at her crotch, quickly taking notice of the small well-developed gap between them before slowly looking back into her eyes.

"Hmm... yeah I think you do," she whimpered slightly, pulling her bar stool closer to him so that they were mere inches from each other.

"Yeah I do." Trent said with a deep, firm tone.

"Our first time," Erika gasped, licking her lips as small beads of sweat began to merge across her top lip. "Our first and last time fucking," she whispered so that only Trent could hear, "was when I was cleaning off one of the tables in the dining room after everyone else left and he quickly came up on me." She said.

"Came up on you?" Trent asked.

"Yeah, he came up on me from behind, quickly pulling down my work pants and red thong panties, the full rounds of my bare, naked ass pressing firmly up against his hard cock as he pushed me back across the table top." She whispered, running her fingers through Trent's hair, gently caressing his inner thigh with her other hand.

"And," Trent asked, gulping slightly, he could feel himself quickly heating up and getting aroused, despite the fact there were over a dozen or so people in the bar around him.

"And he took me hard and rough, slamming the whole damn thing into my pussy in one quick hard thrust." Erika hissed, "I must admit he caught be totally off guard." She hissed, "The feeling wasn't all that great, but I kind of faked it as I lunged forward on the table top only to feel one of his arms roping around me, the tips of his fingers slamming into my tight, wet pussy, it was kind of hot." She added. "Not the best fuck I ever had but it was still decent."