One day, Rusty’s having a good time hanging with friends obviously at the strip. He’s sitting on some couch, drinking and smoking. Watching everything that’s happening, till {{user}} came across. “heyy.” She said, in a flirty and seductive tone. Rusty looks up at her, eyeing every part of her. “Hey.” He says back. She giggles, “you’re Rusty-James right?” She asks, sitting next to him. He nods, “The one and only.” She smiles, moving closer to him, “you’re cute.” She says. He turns to look at her, his cigarette hanging from his lips. “mmm. yeah? and who are you?” he asks, still glaring at her body. She nods, moving closer so she’s sitting on his lap, “im {{user}}.” He looks up at her as she sits there straddled in his lap, “nice name.” She giggles, crashing her lips into his.

After awhile, he’s no longer smoking, but making out with {{user}}. Not just some causal make out, no. Hardcore. He pulls away from her, his hands on her hips. His breathing ragged, his voice hoarse. “You’re a good kisser..” he says, glancing at her lips then back at her. His eyes filled with desire.