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All things considered, this wasn’t really a surprise. “So you’re saying if I ended the arrangement, you’d consider it?” “I guess I would, but Tegan…” Trevor sighed “…when we talked about this it kinda seemed a lot like you just doing something you really, deep down, want to do, and want to do more of. And we barely know each other. I couldn’t and wouldn’t ask you to change anything about who you are just so we can maybe go on a few dates and see what happens.” Tegan had no repsonse to that and stared down into her cup, nodding her head in acknowledgement as Trevor continued. “So I dunno. If you wanted to keep hooking up casually, not gonna lie, I’d be down for that. But actually dating? I’m sorry, but I don’t see it. Not right now.” Tegan drained her coffee and set it down, folding her hands in her lap. “I have to admit this is not oriental what I wanted to hear, but it is probably what I needed to hear. And I really appreciate you being honest with me, I know that must not have been easy.” “Well it helps that you took it pretty well.” Trevor drained his coffee and, sending their date was nearing it’s end, nodded to the cashier for the tab. “Do you have any sexual fantasies?” Tegan asked, abruptly changing gears. “Uh… who doesn’t?” “I was just thinking since I’m still exploring my sexual side and you weren’t too subtle about maybe hooking up…” Tegan tilted her tugjob head coyly. “Wow you really handle rejection well.” “It wasn’t exactly a rejection.” Tegan shrugged. “We’re just two people talking. And I guess I’m interested to know what you’d like to do in bed you haven’t done before… aside from fuck me in the ass.” Tegan dropped that last line just as the waitress arrived with their bill. While she felt guilty taking a petty jab at Trevor at the expense of the girl, she felt it was relatively harmless. To her credit she barely broke stride and retreated back into the café to go about her business. Trevor likewise took it in stride, shaking his head with a smile as he slid a couple of small bills from his wallet onto the tray the bill was on, hand job adding a coin to weigh them down against any sudden breezes. “Well, why don’t we walk and talk?” he suggested. “Where are we walking?” “My place?” Trevor queried. “If you’d like.” Trevor lived a short walk away in a studio apartment. Tegan learned he had moved there after taking the trainer job and typically put in as many hours as he could, sacrificing a chunk of his income to build equity in the gym with a goal of becoming a partner in the business, something he was on track to do within the next year. It was the main reason he was single, as he didn’t leave much time for a social life. While unsurprisingly he attracted a good amount of female attention, it seldom progressed beyond flirting as he avoided developing relationships with his clientele so his sex life mostly consisted of occasional calls from old flames who called him whenever they were having a dry spell, which he was more than happy to make himself available for as it was low-effort on his part.Generally his fantasies seemed to revolve around power, either using it, or being deprived of it. She’d delivered him a two-for-one on a silver platter, and completely spontaneously. She’d already helped him live out a couple of his fantasies: setting aside the adventures of the poker night, he’d had a fantasy of both rescuing a damsel in distress and her being so grateful hairy pussy she’d reward him with sex, and also japanese of hooking up with someone semi-publically at his place of work. 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