Ensnared by the sleazebag charm of Tony—minor blogstar and middle-aged skateboarder—the sharp-but-hopeful Claire Mott invokes her wiles to accelerate digital flirting to a proper amorous undertaking, all the while unwilling to fully admit that she may be the one being led, a coquette pup drawn into the den of a deliciously terrible Silver Fox.
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What unfolded later became fodder for Claire's first piece of SlutLit; a modern Aesop's fable with a singular moral: just because you can fuck your way into something, doesn't necessarily mean you can fuck your way out.