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"Oh Young Grasshopper, you have much to learn." Her fake Asian accent was bad, but her reaching up to stroke and nonexistent long beard was worse. Though she laughed, her eyes never lost their smugness. "Luckily for me, he and I both faithfully practice the religion of Friends With Benefits. Loads of benefits. And on an entirely different note... ******** has nothing to do with love, and I'm tired of people, namely women, getting their panties up in a bunch over the concept."

Pausing, Antony cocked her head in his direction at his question, "Jamal, but I think he's straight..." She said this with an utter serious look of apology, but she wasn't going to let him know that she was joking quite yet. Though her eyes probably gave her away nonetheless.

"Try me, I know them all," she gave him a cheeky grin paired with a challenging gaze. Antony had no problem admitting that she had sex, a lot, and with again, a large variety of partners. That was something that apparently her and Vasile had in common; quality and quantity.

"And," she added, "I give the best head ever." Or so she had been told by countless of her lovers, including Owl.

Antony erupted in laughter when he punched the sand, much like she had a rock earlier today, "Because I'm ******** with you." Her voice was chipper, amused that he had even fallen for it. Shifting foreword and laying back in the sand, her hands folded behind her head, eyes glancing over towards him once again. Too bad he didn't have a goatee, Antony mused to herself as she pictured him with one. Then he'd look a bit older, and hotter.

Reaching one hand down to lightly scratch her bare stomach, Antony simply smiled as he rambled on, "But I'm sure you have no problem with lesbian sex." It wasn't a sour comment like most women threw out, but one of amusement.

"Mhm," she replied, absently clicking the barbell in her mouth against the back of her teeth while watching him swallow heavily.

"You learn a lot when you're as experienced as I am below the belt... And above." The last comment was only stated to torture him. Damn straight she was a tease. Seeing him squirm only seemed to fuel her further, and she began to chew lazily on her lower lip again, remoistening it ever so often.

And the best thing about all this? Antony didn't give a rat's a** if people thought she was a whore for liking sex.

"Well to be honest... Manicures may be going a bit too far, but that's just me." Shrugging, Antony sat up somewhat, propping herself up by her elbows, lips curving in a wicked smirk at his next question.

"Sure," she said without missing a beat, and she was serious. Why would she make such claims and not be able to back them up? Kids these days.

Venturing further, Antony let her fingertips trail down her own stomach and past her belly button. "And, other than the obvious, what do I get out of this enticing proposition?"

"That is, the worst line ever. Well, one of them." Antony chuckled, but not enough to bruise the poor kid's ego.

"'Sides, you won't be able to 'multitask' with me at the wheel. I promise you this." Sitting up all the way, her smile returned to its not-so-innocent curve.

She shifted so she was laying on her side, propped up on one elbow, before she reached out towards his stomach. Her index finger absently played through the 'happy trail' (she refused to call it fur for now), trailing the tip up and then down slowly, eyes watching her finger through half lids.

She was not at all aware of his moral dilemma or that he was not, in fact, single.

"No, I'm brutally honest," she corrected, fingertips continuing their motion lower when he gave her better access before explaining, "I like being upfront with people."

His body was saying yes, or maybe hell yes even. So when the light went from green to red without any yellow, Antony was surprised, but if she let it show, it was only for an instant.

He didn't flinch back to match his newfound attitude, and Antony noticed this because her hand was still in contact with him. Eyes narrowing into his, the tattooed woman secured his manhood through his pants with a rough flick of her wrist. The grip she had him in was enough to keep him from moving, but not enough to physically hurt him. A little discomfort never hurt anyone.

"Now, since I have your attention, Child," she sneered at first, before letting her voice become eerily calm, nonchalant even. "First of all, you... are full of s**t. Second, you... are a bad actor. And third, you are in no position to judge me because not only do I have you by the balls Mr. Movie Star, but I also am not one to take s**t from people."

Pausing to allow all that to sink into his young mind, Antony picked back up seconds later. "I do not care for judgmental people, and I will be kind enough to inform you that I have never shot up in my life. That being said, I am a professional tattoo artist, which means that I am quite a**l retentive about needles being sterilized."

Another pause.

"Personally, I don't care that you are 'rejecting' me, though I am a bit disappointed in you for pussying out. But, as I said earlier, I don't take s**t from people, and what you just said, is a crock of s**t. You may be pushing me away verbally, but your body had other ideas."

She frowned, grip tightening only slightly so that he'd pay attention to her next point. "Now, from my experience as a sexually active woman at the ripe old age of 27, I have learned a few things. You don't have to take my advice, but I feel that I should at least point a few things out to you while I still have your attention..."

Leaving him room to nod before continuing (regardless of if he did nod or not), Antony's tone became a bit more serious. "The fact that your body and brain aren't agreeing tells me that you aren't being yourself. Otherwise there would be no conflict and you would have either ignored the offer to begin with, or you'd be getting head. It's as simple as that. Now I want you to think real hard about which one, your mind or body, is telling the truth and for <********> sake stick to it. But it's a decision that only you can bloody make..."

An irritated sigh left her lips, "That is not a threat; it is advice from an old lady. Your treasured items were never in danger of destruction."

Antony loosed her grip and pulled her hand away, sitting up entirely and looking over at him, "Oh, and another bit of advice... Don't ******** with a woman, it only grants you a world of trouble. Believe me."

Antony rolled her eyes at his reaction. It was just a little friendly advice, and his balls were in better shape than Jamal's were yesterday. At least he didn't throw a hissy fit about it. Granted, Jamal's broken goods were an accident... It didn't really matter too much anyways.

Turning away from the sand and frowning deeper when some went down the front of her shirt, Antony only looked up in time to see him storm off.

"Sticks and stones love," she called after him as he ran off. Damn him for leaving her with no room to really respond. His loss.

She waited a bit before standing up, brushing the sand off of her, and then finally heading in the same direction as he had, though Antony went straight back to her duplex. No more detours tonight.

FIN