Ashley was wary but curious. "What are the rules?"
"Okay. We sit across from each other. About ten feet apart. Then each of us gets a turn. You can ask me to do anything that doesn't require me to get up. Then I can ask you. Pretty simple, right?"
Sure, that's a perfectly normal thing for a grown-ass adult to ask another adult. This is how that game ends up going:
"Now, Ash, take your right hand and rub your left thigh from the hip to the knee four times. Make sure you do it very slowly."
"Oh, I see where this is going. You men are so predictable." Ashley hesitated, and Shannon thought she might quit, but she looked him straight in the eye and began moving her right hand up and down her dark stockings. She took her time. For some reason, she enjoyed teasing him.
"My request," Ashley said. "Take off your shoes." Shannon slipped off his brown loafers, thinking she was getting bolder. Good.
"Okay, Ash, take your right index finger and put it in your mouth. Then slowly move it in and out of your mouth five times."
Ashley grinned and said, "You are very ill." Then she did what Shannon wanted in a way that almost made him shudder. He knew she was beginning to enjoy the game.
There's just ... a lot to unpack here. "You are very ill." That's the way Bill O'Reilly thinks people talk to each other while they sex. He thinks a good striptease is composed of mechanically rubbing your legs up and down and blowing your fingers, all while counting in your head. What is this, Fuck By Numbers?
It gets weirder. In an earlier sex scene, while the guy is massaging her back, this happens:
He lightly bit Ashley's earlobe, ran his tongue back down the length of her neck, and continued across the top of her shoulders, all the while massaging the top half of her arms. He then quickened the pace, massaging and licking her neck with more pressure.
I want you to imagine Bill O'Reilly, sitting behind a woman, just licking her back and neck like a novelty-size Creamsicle and wholeheartedly believing she's loving it. Then doing it faster. I mean, I don't want you to think that, because you've probably never done anything to me, but here we are.