Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 117574 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 588(@200wpm)___ 470(@250wpm)___ 392(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 117574 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 588(@200wpm)___ 470(@250wpm)___ 392(@300wpm)
We never even got to the part of the show where the princess gets captured. We’ve completely skipped that part. But I don’t think anyone in our audience cares.
I toss Charlotte roughly onto her back, squeeze some lube into her cleavage, and then run my wet, aching cock across her incredible tits. I grope her as I rub myself against her. Run my hand through her hair. Whisper that she’s so fucking hot, I’m losing my goddamned mind. And finally, when I feel like I’m on the bitter edge, I push Charlotte’s incredible tits together and jack off my aching cock with them, until I’m losing my load all over her chest.
We’d planned for the prince to find the princess engulfed in a forest fire before this moment. But I can’t wait. I’m way too turned on.
After coming all over Charlotte’s tits, I collapse onto the bed next to her in a sweaty, exhausted heap.
“That was so fucking hot,” Charlotte says. “Oh my god.” She laughs. “Sorry, guys. That wasn’t much of a puppet show. But I bet you don’t mind, do you? Make sure you’re set up to get a notification every time we go live or post. We’re going to be doing a lot of these shows in the near future, and you don’t want to miss a single one. Say goodbye for now, Salami Slinger.”
I’m gasping for breath. But I raise my arm and choke out, “Bye for now.”
With a chuckle, Charlotte says, “See you again soon. Tips welcomed and highly appreciated. Bye.”
She grabs the remote and shuts off the camera before snuggling up to me. “Holy shit, Auggie! That was one hell of a puppet show!”
I laugh. “That was a puppet show?”
“It was incredible. Should we peek at how much we made during the livestream?”
“Oh, yeah. That. Yeah, I suppose we should. Don’t forget, we’ll make more on the video later. This number will only reflect new monthly subscriptions and tips during the actual livestream.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.”
I navigate to my dashboard and press a couple buttons. And then gasp in shock at dollar amount staring at me. “Holy fucking shit!” I blurt. “You’re a genius.”
“We did good?”
I look up from my screen, my eyes wide. “Charlotte Fucking McDougal, we just made almost two thousand bucks!”
14
CHARLOTTE
“You were right,” Auggie admits. “This is a cinematic masterpiece.”
“And you thought I was exaggerating.”
“I stand corrected. You actually undersold it.”
I’m snuggled up with Auggie and Lucky on Auggie’s couch. We’re both in sweats while watching the silly horror flick, Anaconda. When Auggie and I sat down to relax and enjoy some pizza about an hour ago after our second and final puppet show of the day, we immediately started brainstorming ideas for tomorrow’s shows, since it’s now clear we’re on to something lucrative here. And that’s when I had the bright idea to do a parody of the movie currently playing on Auggie’s TV, Anaconda, starring Auggie’s cock as the titular character. But since Auggie has never seen the film, we’re watching it to come up with ideas.
As we’ve watched the silly movie together, our bodies have slowly drifted together and entangled on the couch. At this point, my legs are draped over Auggie’s lap like it’s the most natural thing in the world, and Auggie’s palm is resting comfortably on my thigh. It’s crazy how physically at ease we are with each other by now. I guess it speeds up the bonding process when two people get naked and fool around for an online audience, twice, including one person shooting copious amounts of splooge onto the other person’s tits both times. Combine that physical stuff with the fact that we know each other’s worst secrets and what you get is rapid-fire bonding like nothing I’ve experienced before. At this point, I feel like I’ve known this delightful man my whole life, rather than a few short days.
Auggie laughs and points at the craziness on his TV screen: the anaconda is currently swallowing a screaming man whole. “How the hell are we going to pull that off, McDougal?” he asks. “If it were the other way around, if the researcher was eating the anaconda whole, that’d be a whole lot easier to act out.” He snickers. “Not to mention, a whole lot of fun for me.”
I giggle. “Our shows don’t have to be logical. The audience will go along with whatever stupid thing we do, as long as it’s all in good fun. To parody this scene, all I’d have to do is grip your cock and shout: ‘Plot twist! I’m the Queen Anaconda now, and this is the researcher!’ and then shove your dick in my mouth and swallow the researcher whole. Easy peasy. I guarantee nobody in the audience will think, ‘Hey, that’s not how it went in the movie.’”