Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27770 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 139(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27770 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 139(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
Jared’s eyes widen. “Wow. So, you want a virgin? We have a couple of them in our database. No one has requested them yet. Most women want experienced men who know what they’re doing.”
“That may be true, but I want to see what it’s like to be the one in control.” Jared turns back to his computer, his eyes twinkling with delight. “I think I have the perfect guy for you. How does tomorrow night at nine o’clock sound? I see you have the rest of the weekend off.”
Tomorrow night? The anticipation trembles through me, and I have to catch my breath.
“Tomorrow sounds great,” I answer.
Jared finishes on the computer and stands. “Do you want me to walk you through everything?”
Shaking my head, I get to my feet. “No, I remember how it works.”
He flourishes a hand toward the door. “Well, then, I’ll see you tomorrow night.”
We say our goodbyes and I exit the building to the back parking lot. Once in my car, I pull out my phone and blow out a slow breath. I read Brent’s text again and smile.
Me: Hey Brent! I would love to see you again. I’m busy tomorrow night, but we could meet for lunch! Does that work?
I start up my car and before I can drive away, he texts back.
Brent: That works! I’ll call you in the morning and work out all the details. Can’t wait to see you again.
Me: Same. Goodnight! I’ll talk to you tomorrow.
The whole way home, I find it hard not to smile. Brent was always an easy person to talk to. I haven’t been able to find someone like that since I moved to Portland. What I want is a true connection with someone, but there are times when I don’t think it’ll happen. So, for now, I’m going to enjoy my time in the Dark Room. Heaven knows I need the release.
FIVE
Brent
Fridays aren’t supposed to be stressful. They’re the “dress in jeans and polo type days,” which are meant to be relaxing. Except, I went and scheduled a lunch date with Scotlyn. The same Scotlyn that has a starring role in every dirty fantasy I have ever had. Which, by my assessment, is a lot since I ran into her at Society X.
I can’t sleep, think, or even shower without picturing the object of my wet dreams, naked and doing things to my body or me doing things to hers. Somehow, my virginal mind has been able to conjure up the most vivid images of acts I have never even come close to doing, let alone actually knowing how to do them. Like, how do I know when to flip someone over and tell them to get on all fours? Or tell someone to suck my . . . What do I even say? Dick? Cock?
Thanks to Google and internet porn, I have a vague grasp on how this whole sex thing works. I’ve learned a few things, well as much as one can learn from reading and watching choreographed sex. At least, I think I have. One thing is for sure, I’m going to get my cock milked. Apparently, this happens to all guys. I know I’ll be the exception because I probably don’t work right.
I look down from the computer screen at my growing erection. It’s embarrassing. All I have to do is think about Scotlyn and my friend starts to rise, as if he’s being called for duty. As much as I hate thinking about being in the Dark Room with someone I don’t know, I think it’s the right move for me. I want to get the initial first-time crap out of the way and then maybe I’ll have enough courage to put the moves on Scotlyn.
Oh, who am I kidding? I don’t have moves. I’m not slick or smooth with the ladies. There isn’t one thing about me that attracts women like Scotlyn. She’s going to lunch with me today because we were friends in high school. Although we technically dated, I have long suspected I was the safe choice and kept her out of trouble. I can count on one hand how many times I kissed her. Actually, she is the one who initiated the kiss. That moment is a blur and for all I know I spit in her mouth.
Nope, can’t think about that because Lana Lovegood loves it when big beefy men with thick juicy cocks spit in her mouth.
I hang my head, embarrassed by my thoughts and thankful my coworkers have no idea what’s going on in my mind. I blame them, my deplorable sex-deprived coworkers, for taking me to that stupid club. Yes, I know if I hadn’t gone, I wouldn’t have run into Scotlyn, but let’s be honest, ever since seeing her, I’ve become one of those sex-deprived people who are the bane of my existence right now.