ASS FOR GAS

Did I just pay for sex?

After dodging him for the past three weeks, I finally returned Big Dick Munchkins calls with the hopes of a booty call. I didn't feel like driving to his house. It has been a while though, and I need to relieve some serious stress. I made up my mind to get him to come to me.
Turns out he didn't feel like driving either.

"Gas is too expensive and I'm days away from my next paycheck."

"I know what you mean. It cost me $65 to fill up my tank over the weekend." I tried really hard to sound as if I cared about his financial situation. Broke ass, big dick, magic-tongued fucker.

"I would come over, but I just don't have enough gas to make it there and work until Friday and I really want to see you..."

My hew-hew started to contract. She kicked my brain to the passanger side and took the drivers seat.

"If you come over, I'll give you a gas card. It's only $25, but I'm sure that will give you almost half a tank (He drives a big SUV...Napoleon Complex in its truest form)."

"I'll be there in 30 minutes."


After our bout, I was in my orgasmic induced stupor and my ears were ringing. I completely forgot about the gas card and started walking him to the door. We reached the living room and he was looking at me, wanting me to read his mind because he was too ashamed to speak.

"How much did you say you paid for gas over the weekend?" Hint. Hint.

I retrieved my wallet from my purse and handed him the card.

It was at that moment that I felt dirty. That brief moment when I passed the card to him and both of our hands were on it. I couldn't look him in the eye. He took the card and left.

Technically, I didn't pay for sex because I didn't give him money. Yes, the card has a monetary value and true it was in my wallet, but I didn't pay for the gas card. It's one of the perks from my job. My agency paid for the gas card, which means my agency paid for the gas, so therefore, I didn't pay for the dick and tongue. Nope I sure didn't.


I merely engaged in a small bartered transaction.