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)
“I hope you know I didn’t crash into you and spill that coffee all over you on purpose,” I say. “Yeah, I called the tow truck on you, but the rest was just me being in a hurry and not looking where I was going around a blind corner.”
“Of course, I know that, Auggie. Now that I know you so well, I know you don’t have a mean or vengeful bone in your gorgeous body.”
Gorgeous body? “Well, that’s not true, since I called the tow truck.”
“You had every right to do that. If I’d been in your shoes, I would have called it, too, and I wouldn’t be apologizing for it now or ever.”
My heart his thundering. What’s going on here? The energy coursing between us in this moment feels intoxicating. Addictive. In any other scenario, I’d lean in and kiss Charlotte right now. No doubt about it.
A huge, beaming smile splits Charlotte’s pretty face. “It’s crazy how things have worked out, huh?”
I’m buzzing. Is it too much to hope that Charlotte might be catching real feelings for me, despite that thing she said several days ago about anything between us being no strings attached?
“Yeah, it’s pretty crazy,” I manage to say. “That’s life for you. It can be unpredictable.”
“Ain’t that the truth.” With an exhale, she lays her napkin over her empty paper plate. “So, are you ready to do a show now, partner? Is Nessie ready to explore the depths of The Cave of the Magic Eel for the first time?”
Partner. Charlotte’s taken to calling me that lately, and I can’t help thinking it’s her way of reminding me what this is. And what it’s not.
“Yep,” I report. “Nessie the Monster is ready to rise to the occasion. Let’s do it.”
16
CHARLOTTE
I’m lying naked across the width of Auggie’s bed, in profile to the tripod, while Auggie kneels beside me facing the camera, a vibrator in his hand and his straining cock in full view of our rabid audience.
As he slowly lowers the vibe toward my naked body, Auggie says, loud enough for our audience to hear, “As the astronaut lowers the exploratory shuttle down, down, down toward the glorious topography of Pussy Planet, his heart and cock are pounding with excitement. He can’t wait to find out if the rumors are true—if there’s actually a beautiful creature—a siren—inhabiting this strange, new world.”
It’s our third show of the day, and we’re both exhausted. But after the astonishing success of our first two shows—“The Loch Ness Monster” and “Anaconda”—nothing could stop us now from putting on this third show today, not even physical exhaustion.
We suspected our ever-increasing audience of monthly subscribers would get off on watching me giving Auggie a blowjob for the first time, which I did during our first show today, “Loch Ness,” and then repeated during “Anaconda,” both times to roaring success. And by “roaring,” I’m referring not only to the audience’s enthusiastic reaction, but also to the sounds Auggie made, both times, when he finally unleashed down my throat. Damn. The man reached a state of rapture, both times. As a matter of fact, Auggie admitted to me afterwards, both times, he’d completely forgotten about the camera.
But even though we knew our audience would enjoy the introduction of fellatio to our shows, we never in a million years could have predicted the tsunami of tips and comments those two shows garnered, compared to everything else. Auggie said the audience loved it so much because I came so hard immediately after he did. Watching him get off so hard got me so damned wet and horny, it took no time at all for Auggie to finger me to powerful orgasms during both shows. But I told him we’d have to agree to disagree. To me, the hottest part of both shows was the way Auggie let loose like never before. He was out of his head. Totally in the moment and not performing whatsoever. I’m sure, paradoxically, our audience could feel that and they rewarded him for it.
Auggie hovers the vibrator about an inch over my clit. This is the first time we’re using my vibe in a show. After the intense orgasms I’ve had today, I told Auggie I might be too wiped out to get there a third time, without a little help from my battery-operated boyfriend. And so, we modified the script and turned my vibe into a prop.
“Landing gear engaged,” Auggie says in his clipped astronaut voice. “Thrusters set to low.” He flips a switch on the vibe and a soft buzzing noise fills the bedroom. It’s a sound I know well, and the nerve endings between my legs suddenly tingle in anticipation, like Pavlov’s dogs hearing the dinner bell.
“Landing pad tingling,” I purr. I tilt my pelvis up toward the buzzing device in Auggie’s hand, making it clear I’m excited for its landing, but Auggie lifts the vibe slightly, denying me. Teasing me. Making it clear he’s in charge of my pleasure this time. I fucking love it when he does this, and I’m sure the audience does, too.