Never Put Out Until Now

Jay Smooth swings by his buddy Eric's place, itching to hit the town and blow off some steam. Eric shakes his head, man, can't do it—gotta scrub the house spotless and book that therapy gig for his erectile dysfunction. Jay's ears perk up. 'Therapy? Spill it, dude. How's that even work?' Eric grins, all casual. 'It's this cutting-edge shit I've been grinding on with my therapist, Rachael Madori. Super progressive.' Jay's jaw drops. Rachael Madori? That hot piece from his past, his ex who ghosted him in the bedroom, wouldn't even let him sneak a quickie. Never gave him the time of day under the sheets. Boom—Jackpot. Jay smells opportunity, thick and tempting. Time to swoop in, charm her socks off, and claim what's owed. That sweet payback, served hot and hard, for all those blue-balled nights she left him hanging.