Page 1 of The Database

Emily Morgan took a sip of her wine, swirling the crimson liquid around. She sighed. “I’m so sick of dating guys who have nothing to offer me.” She shared with a group of friends over lunch.

“Nothing to offer, in what aspect Em?” Sabrina questioned.

“Between the sheets,” Emily replied.

“Hmm…” Sabrina purred, emptying her glass.

“What was that ‘hmm’ for?” Emily asked her.

“Well, the real question is — are you looking for love or just in need of a quick fix?” Sabrina asked Emily, but the question was meant for the entire entourage.

The girls looked at one another encouraging Sabrina to continue. “I have a friend, well a friend of a friend of a friend, who has a business, so to speak.” Sabrina smirked.

“What kind of business exactly? I don’t want to get involved in anything illegal,” Charlotte said. Sabrina knew Charlotte would take the bait, having listened to her bitch incessantly for years on end about the lame fuck she married. Dumb ass, she should have divorced his worthless ass long ago. But after ten years of marriage, Charlotte wasn’t looking for a change. Just an affair, or two, or three…

Maira’s face reddened as the conversation deepened. Emily was fairly certain Maira was still a virgin, but she was intrigued by Sabrina’s comment.

“I’m listening,” Emily responded.

Sabrina reached into her purse, retrieving a stack of cards, handing one to Emily.

“InternalSalvation.com? What’s this all about? I’m not in the mood to hear about some deemed savior,” Emily spouted off.

“If you’re interested in ‘as needed one and done’s,’ go to this website and click on the ‘request more information’ link,” Sabrina told her.

“Is this some sort of male prostitute or escort service website?” Emily was disgusted that Sabrina would even think she’d be interested in paying for sex. Hell, men were always willing to fuck for free, so that wasn’t the issue. She was just tired of them being lame fucks.

“No, it’s nothing like that,” Sabrina said.

“Okay, I’m gonna need more information than this to go off of.” Emily tossed the card back at Sabrina.

“Don’t be so quick to judge Em, or you’ll miss out on an orgasmic opportunity.” Sabrina winked.

“Okay, you now have my undivided attention,” Emily said, taking the card back, waiting for Sabrina to elaborate.

“This website is purposely vague. It’s meant to be aword of mouthenterprise. Once you request more information via the contact link, you’ll be emailed a link and a password to the database hidden within the website. It’s a collection of data that ranks the proverbial ‘one-night stands’.” She air quoted, emphasizing theone night standpart of her statement.

Having gained everyone’s attention, Sabrina continued, “This is a list put together by women who don’t want to get tied down but need the occasional fix. It ranks the guys other members have bedded from bad to ‘he made me come multiple times’, even listing the hangouts they frequent so you know where to find them. Each listing has photos associated with it for you to view, so you can easily pick them out of a crowd. Being one-night stand hos, all member identities are kept confidential.”

“Sounds like a religious website,” Maira spoke up.

“Oh, quite the contrary darling, and cards are only given out by those who are helping to build and fund it. Each member pays a fee to have access to this highly sought-after information.” Sabrina waived the waiter for the check. “Lunch is on me, ladies.” Charlotte put her hand out requesting a card.

Emily looked from the card to Sabrina, trying to figure out what she was playing at. Red-faced Maira reluctantly accepted a card but glanced around as though someone outside of their table knew what she was up to.

The girls said their goodbyes, making plans for their next lunch before parting ways.

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On the drive home, Emily contemplated what she was really looking for in a partner versus what she really needed. Reaching the conclusion that a relationship was not it.

Emily tossed and turned that night, unable to shake Sabrina’s spiel from her mind. She had broken up with Stefan well over a month ago, and it had been longer than that since she’d had an orgasm she’d not brought herself to. Sure, her toys could do the trick, but there was nothing like pure, unadulterated mind-blowing fucking. The kind of fucking that makes you come until you scream. That was what she needed. No dinner or dancing. Maybe a couple of drinks then then time to get it on. No need to exchange names or numbers, it was what it was — a culmination of mutual orgasms before saying goodbye.

Emily jumped out of bed, snagged her laptop and powered it up. It was well after midnight and having to get up at five a.m. for work she knew she wouldn’t be able to sleep until her little pixie was sated. “Just a few more minutes love,” she whispered.

Once the website loaded, she found it was just as Sabrina had described — cryptic. Emily clicked on the ‘contact us’ page, promptly filling in her information then sent it off into cyberville. Now it was time to tame the shrew so she could sleep.

Emily reached into her pussy pleasure chest, her nickname for her nightstand. She retrieved the lube, her favorite rabbit as well as her nipple clamps. Stripping down, she clamped up, lubed her bunny then slid a couple gelled fingers in, spreading her lips wide so her prized toy could easily access what was inside. Having not partaken in any recent enjoyment, she kicked that bad bunny up a couple clicks, tweaked the nipple clamps and let her little battery-operated friend drive it all home.

Didn’t take much for her to reach a climax, the nipple throbbing tied in with the clitoral vibration was enough to send her over the edge. Her little bunny had a few tricks up its sleeve, curved just right to hit that mythical ‘G’ spot so many men sought yet every woman could hit. Mythical from a male point of view, that is.

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