She casually stripped down after meeting me since she knew exactly why she was here. It was what she did every day. Get naked in front of one man or a...nother and fuck him.There were a few things I didn’t expect. One was that her boyfriend brought her. I guess he made sure she was paid and wasn’t harmed. He and Ramiro chattered in Spanish while we got acquainted. Her physical appearance wasn’t quite what I was used to. Besides the chubbiness that Hispanic men find sexy, she was quite hairy. Legs,. Then she tossed her hair and swept her gaze downward, paused a moment when she saw the pipe extending down my trousers. Back to my face, smiling. “I think we should ride together. Play a few holes on the back of the course. Yes?”Fuck me, FUCK HER! As one, we both leapt into the electric cart, leaving our clubs behind, and roared off to the rear most part of the course. In the early morning, it was completely vacant. I had my foot pressed to the floorboard, the cart jouncing along the path like. I wondered if she could hear how loud my heart was beating despite its calm rhythm, or how hard I had to fight my hand not to jump to her thigh, or how often I stopped my lips before they kissed her smooth shoulder. I wondered how many muscles it would take for me to spin around and sit in her lap and how much restrain I had to exert to stop them from doing it. I wondered if she was battling the same demons, or if we could win that battle if we joined forces. I wondered how innocent we looked. He was dressed like a slut with his pink, crotch-less/ass-less panties with matching bra; wig, and high-heels. His make-up was colorful, to say the least. And, he had tied a pretty pink ribbon around his tiny cock and balls!“Oh, you look adorable! James,” Sheila said. “I could just eat you up!”“Call me, ‘Jamie,’” Jamie said.“I usually call him ‘faggot,’” Karen said, “Does that offend you, Sheila?”“No, not at all,” Sheila said, “A spade’s a spade, and a fag’s a fag, after all.”“OK then,” Karen.