Dumpsterotica: How Dirty Are You?
Copyright 2011 by Allie Beck
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It all had to start with a bottle of champagne. Not just any champagne, and not just the right bottle of champagne. It had to be a bottle of champagne expensive enough to get her to fuck Joe.
If he was lucky, Marcia would be in the mood once a month. But a bottle of Taittinger—and it had to be over $100—was good for at least one or two rounds of sex on any given night.
Lately, though, even the champagne wasn't cutting it. He had to combine it with a really nice restaurant. And really nice as in—bend over and shit $100 bills. Joe sighed and made a reservation for seven o'clock on a Saturday at the new French-Thai fusion place he read about in a friend's Tweet. He called Marcia at work to tell her about the reservation for dinner. She wasn't at her desk, so he left a voicemail message.