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“I can’t,” she says, turning off the vibrator. She slumps further in the chair and runs a hand through her hair.
“All right, you can put away your toys and go back to reading your naughty erotica. I’ll call you later.”
“Call me soon, Sir.”
“Remember to be a good girl.”
I end the call, which amused and turned me on more than I expected. Her enthusiasm and arousal are rubbing off on me.
But this is supposed to be a job. I’ve never mixed play with work before. As long as it’s just play and nothing more, I should be fine.
Chapter ten
Casey
AfterhangingupwithJack, I press my lips into a grim line. I really,reallywant to jam one of my vibrators back against my clit. I could come in a minute. He wouldn’t know, right? But I’ve already broken one of his rules. Do I want to push it?
He seemed to buy my lie about taking a nap and didn’t seem too bothered that I didn’t have my phone on. But Jack doesn’t seem like the kind of guy who lets things slide. Then again, it’s not like I know him well.
So what should I do?
I want to do what he says, to have the full experience. By not coming now, my orgasm later could be cataclysmic.
Drawing in a deep breath, I stand up, grab my vibrators, and take them to the bathroom to cleanse them.
I can do this.
Putting the vibrators back in their drawer, I stare at them, tempting me like a chocolate lava cake might tempt a chocoholic. I shut the drawer and consider pulling out a cigarette. But Jack’s last words to me was to be a good girl. He doesn’t smoke, so he might not approve of smoking. Maybe I can get away with just one? What’s the worst that can happen if he did manage to smell the smoke on me? He’d punish me, and that’s not necessarily a bad thing.
But part of me wants to succeed in this challenge, to see if I have the willpower. So what does being a good girl entail besides denying myself an orgasm? I need something else to take my mind off sex or I’ll go crazy not being able to come. What else would a good girl do?
There’s the non-sexual definition of a good girl, I suppose. Like working in a soup kitchen or something. But I’m not supposed to go out. I could make a charitable donation. That’s something easy, doesn’t take much time or require me to exert myself in any way.
Grabbing my laptop, I flop on the bed and search for charities, but that pulls up a wide variety of options from the United Nations stuff on saving the pandas. I want something more specific to me. I think for a bit, then add the word ‘girls.’ There’s a lot there too, including issues I wasn’t really aware of, like child marriage and fistula. I had to look up what fistula was. Though all the organizations that popped up sounded like they did good work, nothing jumped out at me.
Though I don’t expect to find anything, I add the word ‘snowboard.’ I come across a nonprofit that volunteers to bring disabled and underprivileged kids to the slopes and teach them how to ski or snowboard. I read through their whole website. It sounds like a cool group. I make a donation. It’s the first one I’ve made outside of school-related fundraisers, unless one counts buying Girl Scout cookies.
It never occurred to me that many winter sports aren’t as accessible. With skiing or snowboarding, there’s gear to rent and lift tickets to buy, all of which is more expensive than finding an open field and purchasing a soccer ball or baseball bat.
Noticing the organization is also seeking volunteers, I fill out their online form. Now what?
I decide to search the internet for more about Jack. I really should learn more about him. But the internet doesn’t yield much, partly because I don’t have a lot to go on. I end up wandering over to some erotica sites since that’s what I told Jack I had been doing. He may or may not quiz me later on what I’ve read. Reading taboo stories, however, stirs my libido. Just as my hand starts sliding between my thighs, there’s a knock at my door. I quickly close my laptop.
“Casey.”
It’s my dad.
I open the door. I can’t wait until I’m done with college and have my own place.
“How was the movie?” he asks.
“Good,” I reply.
“You didn’t want to hang out with Kenton and your friends longer?”
“Like I said, I’m not feeling all that great. Hope I’m not coming down with anything because I’d like to get some shredding in before going back to school.”
“Maybe you, Kenton, and your friends can all go together. I can see about getting you guys a cabin.”
