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“Answer the question.” Her arms rest on the table, giving me a challenging expression.
I consider it for a moment. It’s not about seeing my friend naked or fucking his girl. I do it for the interaction. Seeing the way people express themselves during sex, the way they move, the way they sound, the way they come. Sex is never the same, no matter who’s doing it. And porn doesn’t count. It’s too scripted and controlled. So, yeah, I like to watch because it’s about the most interesting thing you can watch two (or more) humans do.
“I wouldn’t turn down the invitation.Isthis an invitation?”
“No,” Emerson interjects, and I laugh.
“It’s okay. I only have to catch you on the right night in the club,” I reply, and he can’t seem to hide the hint of a smile that creeps onto his face.
“True,” Charlotte replies.
Late as usual, Hunter, Drake, and Isabel enter the bar. As the five of them greet each other and fall into a steady rhythm of conversation, I feel myself pulling away. Again.
I’ve been doing this a lot lately, and I’m sure they’ve noticed.
Truth is, I’d rather be at home, where I can bask in my loneliness, instead of a crowded bar under the scrutinizing gazes of my closest friends. I find myself pulling my phone out, looking for emails and text messages that don’t come. Almost wishing something would come up at the club so I’d have something else to focus on.
The good sport I am, I stay for another round and try my best to laugh at all the jokes, even telling a few myself. But I’m home by eleven, trading my Tom Ford suit for cheap flannel pajamas and lying in bed, where I actually consider subscribing to one of those online Chat with Hot Young Girls services. I mean…I’m not above it. I’ve done it before…for research, of course.
But it’s not real. Nothing feels real anymore.
RULE #2: IF YOU HAPPEN TO FALL IN LOVE WITH YOUR STEPBROTHER, NEVER LET IT SHOW. NEVER.
Mia
“And what exactly would you do if you were here with me right now?”
The gray-haired man on the screen chuckles, deep and gravelly. “Oh, darlin’, I’d make you feel so good.”
“Oh yeah?” I ask. “How? Tell me exactly how you’d do it.”
“And you’ll touch yourself for me while I do?” he asks, a small tremble in his voice giving away his nerves.
“If you want me to,” I reply. I’m lying on the blue, crushed-velvet couch, the one in the basement of my parents’ lake cabin. It’s not actually comfortable, but it’s great for the camera angle, and the color contrasts perfectly against my light skin. My long silvery blonde hair is fanned out around me, and I’m in nothing but the black lace panty set this particular client likes most. He’s offered to buy me an entire closet full, but I turn him down every time. I don’t like taking gifts from patrons because then it feels like I owe them something in return.
ChiefG1963, who told me his real name is Gregg, clears his throat. He’s nervous. He always gets timid around this part, but I know this is what he likes. He has a flair for dirty talk, and he’d rather spell it all out for me than have me tell him what I like, because every time I’ve tried in the past, he cuts me off.
“Well, I’d start by licking those perfect pink nipples you got there, baby girl.”
“These?” I ask, slipping the edges of my bra down to give him a good view of my full breasts.
“Oh yeah.” He growls. “Then, I’d—" There’s a knock on the door of his office, and I hear a man in the background. Gregg looks up at whoever it is. I wait, slipping my bra back over my breasts, so whoever just walked into Gregg’s office doesn’t get a show he didn’t pay for.
Gregg turns back toward me with an apologetic expression. “Baby girl, we have to cut it short today.”
I pout for the screen. “But we were just getting to the good part.”
“I know, but I’ve got investors to tend to, and money doesn’t wait, sweetheart.”
Trying to look as reluctant as possible, I sit up and stare down at the camera of my laptop. “Are we still on for tomorrow?”
“I wouldn’t miss it,” he replies. “That beautiful smile is the highlight of my day.”
For that comment, I reward him with a bright one, full dimples and a lip bite, because, sadly, I know he’s being honest. Gregg is one of my regulars, and he may be loaded, but I can tell by the way he spends the majority of our time on these chats, telling me about his day and his work, that I’m probably the only person in his life who actually listens.
We always spend the first half of the hour chatting and he tells me all the places hewisheshe could take me or all the things he would do with me. And I give him my complete attention. Then we normally get to the sexy stuff, if work doesn’t get in the way.
And that’s how most of my clients are—equal parts genuine conversation and erotic amusement. They’re mostly all starved for attention, desperate for connection, and craving something a little dirty.
