Put on your ho-heels

It's going to be a great night. My boys are over, we're going to get trashed, go out, and I'm going to bring back a few mature girls, just like it use to be....Appleface (or as my friends like to call her, "Trouble") calls me. "I'm so cold, so alone, so tired. Come get me." I swear, she sounded like a small child lost in despair. There's no way I can tell her no. I agree to come get her, but on one condition, she put on her ho heels and come out with us for awhile. After that, the two of us can leave and do whatever she wants. She agrees. "Assanova, where are you going?? We're still going out, right?"..."Yeah, I'll be back in 15.". I finish getting dressed and drinking my beer. As I'm close to arriving at her house, my phone rings again. "Where are you?? I'm so cold." I pick up my pace. I finally arrive, only to see that Trouble is still in her PJ's. I look at her in a stupefied manner "Why the fuck aren't you dressed?? We're going out!"...and she replies "You can go if you want.". There's no way in hell that I walked all the way to Lane Avenue just to leave empty handed. She's coming god-dammit! I decide to sit down and give her a few minutes before I throw her over my shoulder and dress her myself if I have to. "I'm cold, and I don't wanna go out. Can't we just stay here??" Before I can reply, she balls up on my lap and places my arm around her. She just locked me in, there's no way I can have the heart to push her off of me and leave now. She knows exactly what she's doing, playing the role of the helpless maiden. "Play with my hair, run your fingers through it.". She's making subtle demands every few minutes. "You can go if you want, I don't care." One of my boys call "I'll be there in a few, don't leave without me!"..."Fine, go, I don't care. I won't be mad." she says after I make that comment to my boy. Of course, she says that she won't be mad, but we all know that if I leave, I'll never hear the end of it. I take my chances and decide to go. "Where are you going, you're leaving me?" in her helpless tone of voice again. Again, I fall for her bait. This time, I decide to sit in a chair alone. Her eyes water up, she looks up at me like she is so hurt that I didn't sit with her. I try not to make eye contact. She keeps leering at me. I make eye contact. I keep telling myself that we're suppose to be nothing more than friends. I break, I give in. I kiss her. My boy calls again, "We're going downtown, peace!" Fuck. I really wanted to go out, but I got caught up in the moment again. She knows exactly what she's doing. Works everytime. I lead her upstairs. She jumps on me, aggressively kissing me. I flip her over, pin her hands down. I look her in her eyes, my lips start exploring her body. I release her to do whatever she wants. My fingers graze across the promised land. She doesn't seem to mind. I attempt to pull her panties to the side with my fingers. So wet...access denied. We then go back to making-out. I stop, lay on my back and start to wonder why she's so afraid of having sex with me. Is it because she knows about all of the women I've been with prior to her? The fact that I slept with another woman while I was with her?? She doesn't feel safe that I'll stick around if we have sex??? It can't be because of any other guy. Of the two guys I saw, one of their faces looked like Rocky's after the Apollo fight. The other? He was a half-breed, half Asian, half dog shit. I look better than both of 'em. I stop analyzing the situation at hand, I give her a kiss on her forehead, place my arm around her, and I pass out.