Higher Power, Part 2

Part 1

They’d met on Seeking Arrangement. He told girls he'd pay them $100 to rub his back with their tops off. They'd watch birds in the park first. See if they liked each other. Half the time they fucked him. The other half they wanted more money. He posted about his persona on his profile now. Careful to make sure they knew in advance. It's disgusting old men cheating on their wives, she said. They talk to you like a whore. Or they take you to coffee and ask you to move in on the coffee date. You're literally the only interesting person I've met.

Thank you.

How did you find me anyway? I'm sure your search filter is 18 year olds.

I looked through a thousand profiles. I knew you were the best one instantly.

Do you mean that?

He did. She said she was a poet. Her “About Me” seemed sad. The other Asian girls had cunning eyebrows and looked like they’d built their bodies to spec for rich men to brag about. They said they were CEOs. They requested mentorship, networking with VCs. It was like Satanic Linkedin. I do, he said.

He put his face in her hair and meant to stay like that. But she was sweaty and her neck smelled like baby ointment. He breathed in her ear and her thighs moved on him and wrapped around his back. He kissed her bottom lip thinking about what their kids would look like. Waking up with her in a cabin up above the snowline. Wind blowing snow off the pine boughs. She had an OnlyFans. She had tattoos on her fingers.

He carried her into the bedroom. Laid her carefully on the white tiger bedspread. Peeled the shin guards off her calves where the straps left a pink imprint. Pulled his T shirt off and let her look at him half a beat before getting back on top of her. He'd trimmed his chest hair that morning. He could feel his cock pushing out dewdrops. I want you to cum inside me, she said.