Page 2 of The Database

Emily was awoken far too early by the chime of her phone alarm. She wiped the sleep from her eyes, rolled over retrieving the infuriating electronic from the nightstand. After clearing out the spam email, as she went to press delete all, one obscure one caught her attention. It was very abstruse and came from[emailprotected]. The header referencedYour membership; the body consisted of a link to the Internal Salvation website and a temporary password.

Emily got up and turned on her computer, allowing it to boot up while she relieved her aching bladder. She went to the kitchen to make a cup of coffee before planting her rump firmly in the desk chair. She loaded up the website via the email link, which brought up a questionnaire for her to complete.What the hell do I have to lose? She shrugged and began answering the somewhat personal questions and used Sabrina as a referral before hitting submit.

Emily pranced around the house in her cami and boy shorts, dancing to the beat of Five Finger Death Punch’s “I’ve got your Six”. Sadly, her cat Lucifer was unimpressed with her head banging antics, that is until she started swinging her hair in his face. Then he laid there batting at it as it suddenly became his new favorite toy. Emily brewed another cup of Joe in her Keurig, returning to the computer to check her work email. Being an account executive for a Pharmaceutical company wasn’t glamorous by any means, but it paid the bills and she preferred being on the road, meeting with clients over sitting behind a desk in a stuffy office all day.

Nothing too exciting, just some proctologist bitching about needing more samples.What a pain in the ass he is. Just as she was about to shut down, her computer dinged, notifying her of new mail. It was from the Internal Salvation admin, welcoming her to the group. She read through the extensive rules and regulations then hit the ‘Agree’ which launched the previously locked portions of the Database.

It was massive, you could search by hair color, eye color, city, state, race — you name it. These women were very thorough in their assessments. Just out of curiosity, she clicked on the first guy who came up and was provided with a plethora of his sexual prowess, or lack thereof.

Name: Jackson Farley (his photo was beside it and he was smokin’ HOT!)

Age: 32

Usual haunts: Sam’s at Elliot Bay, The Golden Axe in Sumner, Jersey Jack’s in Mission Bay.

Notes: Comes on impact. (Posted by Jody D)

Not for those who take more than thirty seconds to Climax. (Posted by Mary T)

Excuses himself right after sex claiming he “has an early meeting, but thanks you for a good time.” (Posted by Shelby L)

Not for those who are easily offended and he likes to scream, “I’m gonna fucking blow,” when he comes. (Posted by Sherice C)

Fingers like he’s digging a pickle out of the pickle jar. (Posted by Tammy S)

Will tell you “It ain’t gonna suck itself sweetheart” while smacking you in the face with his dick. (Posted by Darla Q)

Emily covered her mouth, stifling a giggle. This guy was a complete and total fucking tool and these women nailed his ass to the coital cross. That’s what he got for being a no pump chump. Classic!

Emily spent the next several hours in her home office, clicking on guy after guy, ignoring her overflowing laundry basket beside her. She finally came across one of interest. The rules were clear, if you dated a guy on the website you had to fill out the questionnaire afterward — no ifs, ands or buts. Emily wasn’t too sure how open she was to sharing her sexual interludes with complete strangers, but since she signed the agreement she had no choice. She elected to try and locate Jackson. One of his hang outs was near her place. So that evening, she dolled up and headed out to the bar.

Fuck, she wasn’t there ten minutes before some schmuck started hitting up on her.It must be horny singles night tonight. Emily shooed him away and took a seat at the bar ordering a raspberry lemon-drop martini. As the bartender went to set it in front of her, she took it from his hand and downed half of it signaling to him for another. He rolled his eyes and walked away to prepare her second drink. This night was already looking bleak but luckily, home was only a ten-minute walk away.

After Emily finished her second drink, there was still no sign of tonight’s hopeful bedroom shenanigans participant, so Emily gave up and ordered one last martini. She had resigned to leave when her glass was empty. While sitting there, sipping and dining on bar pretzels he walked in. Instantly taking notice of her and proceeded to strut up to the bar. She made eye contact, seductively licking her lips and he winked in return.

“Hello gorgeous,” he flirted.

“Hello, tall, dark and handsome. What’s your name?” she asked, playing it up.

“Jackson. And what do they call you, lovely lady?” he asked.

Having already decided to give him a pseudo name, she replied, “I’m Rose. Just like the flower.”

Jackson ordered a beer and told the bartender to give the pretty lady another drink, on his tab before turning back to her. She was buzzed and horny, so she was in no place to refuse his drink or innuendos. Little did he know, his ass was getting laid whether he bought her drinks or not.

Emily listened to his incessant babble while finishing her drink, even in her need to be fucked mood she was not going to waste good alcohol. Jackson was good looking, but beyond shallow. Thanks to that, the guilt over leaving a negative review was squashed. Emily desperately needed a dick buried deep inside her. Brazenly, she reached over sliding her hand up his thigh. The moment she did that, Jackson sat his glass down before spewing that age old, but fully line, “So gorgeous, you wanna get out of here?”

“Yes,” she grabbed her purse and stood before he had paid the tab.

“Wow, someone’s overly anxious.” He winked, placing his hand on the small of her back. On the way out he asked, “Your place or mine?”

“Hotel,” Emily replied.

“I like your style.”

They walked two blocks to the nearest hotel, not the prettiest by any means, but there was no way in hell she was letting him get anywhere near her place. Jackson took care of getting the room while she waited outside. Jackson emerged moments later flashing the key card around like a paper porn-pimper on the Vegas strip.

They took the elevator up to the third floor, then walked down the hallway to room three-twelve. Jackson put the key card in the slot on the door handle and when the green light came on, he turned to Emily. “This is where the magic happens baby.” Holding the door open for her, he motioned to the opening. Emily couldn’t help but roll her eyes at that ridiculous ass comment.

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