Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 66074 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 330(@200wpm)___ 264(@250wpm)___ 220(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66074 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 330(@200wpm)___ 264(@250wpm)___ 220(@300wpm)
“Yes! That woman has led a fascinating life. First, she was a ballet dancer with training in gymnastics. And when she turned eighteen, she moved to Vegas with dreams of being a showgirl. More specifically, a dancer in a burlesque show. She grew up obsessed with The Girls Next Door, which I guess is an old show about three women who were Hugh Hefner’s girlfriends, and—”
“Wait, you know who Hugh Hefner was?” I ask, impressed, since she really only knows pop culture icons from the things I’ve shown her.
She gives me a deadpan look. “I am from California. We lived only like… an hour from the Playboy Mansion. He was unavoidable.”
I tilt my head and concede, “That’s fair.”
“Anyway, Crystal doesn’t seem to have ever had any self-consciousness issues. She gives exhibitionist vibes for sure, and I admire that. Anyway, she learned the ins and outs, was immediately hired at one of the clubs right on the Vegas Strip, and after four years of making tons of money there, a talent scout approached her to be in a vampire-themed burlesque show that was a permanent fixture at The Stratosphere for years,” she gushes, and I love that she’s so impressed with her new friend.
“Now, the question is… did she jump at the opportunity because of her blood fetish, or did she take the job and gain the blood fetish from working for the show?” I wiggle my eyebrows at her.
She gasps and swats my arm before spinning around to get started on seasoning the chicken. “That’s another thing I learned today, you butthole. I had no idea, when we were hanging out with them yesterday, that I had already met them at Club Alias! I felt so silly when she let me in on that little tidbit.”
I drag my hand along her ass as I walk back over to the canned vegetables I was opening before getting distracted by my ever-present obsession with my wife. “Sorry, doll. I didn’t want to make you feel awkward just throwing it out there that they were members and now knew who we were out in the wild. I wanted you to get to know her, since I had a feeling you’d really like her, without having to worry about what she might’ve seen us doing in whatever precarious position I’ve had you in on different occasions.”
It was a rare occasion I did a public scene with my doll, and nothing over the top or that would expose too much of her body, but the scenes we have done on display were some of the hottest things I’ve ever experienced.
She smiles, looking at me with relief in her eyes. “It’s times like this I don’t understand why there are women who absolutely refuse to see the benefits of allowing a man to make decisions on their behalf.”
“Oh yeah?” I ask, dumping the peas into a small pot and turning the stove on.
She nods. “Yes. I mean, sure. You can’t let just anyone do that. It has to be within a very loving, trusting relationship. Not one that’s controlling in an abusive, toxic way. But like, I just freaking love that I don’t have to worry about making every single decision in my life, no matter how small or if it’s hard. I love that you know me so well that you can take a lot off my plate. It leaves room in my brain to worry about more important things, or to fill that space with much happier things in life. Even just your quick text telling me you’d like me to grab a pack of chicken, two cans of peas, and a Midnight Milky Way on the way home was a huge relief. I didn’t even have to figure out what to cook for dinner. Bliss.”
If she didn’t already make me feel like the king of the world, this little speech would’ve handed me that title.
Especially when she continues, “You were a hundred percent right. I would’ve been in my head the whole time we were at the coffee shop, trying to remember every detail of the scenes we’ve put on publicly at the club—things Crystal and Antonio could’ve seen me doing, or you did to me. Instead, I got to relax and enjoy the conversation we had with them. So, thank you. You truly are the best partner I could ever do life with, my love.”
Her words end in a delighted squeal as I lift her off the ground and spin her around.
“In the words of Frigga, ‘The measure of a person, of a hero, is how well they succeed at being who they are.’ And you, my little doll, are well on your way to doing just that.”
She beams at me, lowering her head to kiss my lips. “Well, it’s because ‘At some point, we all have to choose… between what the world wants you to be, and who you are.’”