The Tart Date

Ugh! Huh- huh- eow! Agh! Agh! Don’t stop pumping! Yes! Yes! Agggh!
Here, turn over. Ugh, Ugh, Fuck! I’m Coming! Ugh! Do you mind if I wash up?
Not at all. (He exits for the bathroom.) That was great.
(From the bathroom.) Yeah. I needed that.
Me too. Things have been so stressed with work lately; you know?
Yeah. (He comes back in and begins dressing.)
I’ve been working on these new designs for this dress but nothing comes-
That what you do?
Yeah; design; fashion. Nothing major but-
Cool.
What about you?
I freelance. Videography; photography; stuff.
Sounds fun.
I like it. I like getting off more though.
Yeah.
You’ve got great lips.
You too.
Very full.
Very passionate.
Ha-ha. Thanks.
No really.
Well it is sex. I mean why bother if you’re just going to lay there
True.
Can I get your opinion on something?
Sure.
(The Tart pulls out a dress.) What do you think?
Well I don’t wear dresses.
C’mon.
It looks nice. I’d let my girlfriend wear-
You have a- ?
If I had one.
Ha-ha. Right. Sorry about that. Forcing my designs down your throat.
It’s cool.
I mean, that’s why we pay focus groups and-
You wanted to show me something you were proud of it’s fine.
Thanks.
So, I gotta get going.
Oh? Uh- you didn’t want anything to drink, or to shower-
I’ll do that when I get home. Thanks. Where’s my jacket?
Oh, I hung it up. (The Tart goes to retrieve his jacket)
Great manners.
(The Tart returns with his jacket.) My parents raised me well.
(He smiles as he takes his jacket.) So thanks.
That was my first time- my first time since I broke up with my-
Oh.
Yeah.
I hope it was good.
Am I- will I see you again?
If you want to, you know where to find me. G’night. (He exits.)
Wow. That was… I might as well be a whore.