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)
“Do you like tacos?”
“Love ‘em. I’m from LA, remember?”
“I know the perfect place.” I start the car and pull away from the curb, and off we go to my favorite taco place.
“Hey, Auggie?” Charlotte says a few minutes into our drive. “I know this might be a tall order, but I think we should try our best to have fun together. If we’re having fun, our audience will, too. As long as we’re gonna be naked together, multiple times per day, we might as well enjoy it.”
Holy shit. I knew, intellectually, this joint puppet show idea would require joint nudity, but hearing Charlotte say it out loud, so starkly, is sending tingles across my skin. I clear my throat. “Yeah, I think that’s a good idea. Let’s try to relax and have fun with it.”
“Fantastic. It’s a bad situation, true; but we might as well make the best of it.”
“Agreed.”
Charlotte looks out her side of the car. But after a moment, she returns to me. “What did that little sign at the end of your puppet show say? I saw the show where the prince saved the princess from the fire-breathing dragon by jizzing all over the flames. At least, that’s how I interpreted what I was seeing, without the benefit of narration.”
I laugh. “I can’t believe you saw me doing that.”
“It was awesome. The whole thing was impressive.” She side-eyes me. “Especially the prince.”
Whoa. If I wondered if Charlotte was flirting with me earlier, I’m not wondering now. The woman literally just called my dick impressive. “Uh, all my puppet shows end the same way. With a sign I pull out that says, ‘And they lived happily ever after.’”
She whoops. “I love it! That’s how we’ll end all our shows, too, even when they’re not technically a fairytale. It’ll be our catchphrase. An inside joke with the audience.”
“Sounds good to me.”
Charlotte looks out the window again. She murmurs, “This is gonna be good. Everything’s gonna be okay.” She sounds like she’s trying to convince herself, more than me, and that kind of worries me. With a loud exhale, Charlotte returns to me and paints a smile on her beautiful face—but the tell-tale fear in her green eyes makes my heart race. “You’ll see, Auggie,” she says brightly. “At the end of this, everything’s gonna be great. We’ll pay off your debt and mine and put this behind us. I’m sure of it.”
13
AUGGIE
“Get into position, please. I want to set the framing.”
I’m speaking to Charlotte. She’s sitting on the foot of my bed, fully clothed, watching me set up a tripod and ring light for our imminent first foray into puppetry porn. We’ve spent the whole afternoon plotting, planning, and prepping. Also, chatting, laughing, and swapping stories through it all.
The tension and resentments between us have vanished now. We’re a team. United by our joint cause. The only things I feel around Charlotte at this point are attraction and excitement. I can’t believe I’m about to get naked with this sparkling woman and smash my body parts against hers in the name of making money. I’d have preferred to get naked and smash body parts in private, of course; in the name of nothing but mutual, molten lust. But I’ve become increasingly horny around Charlotte, the more time we’ve hung out and gotten to know each other, so at this point, I’m grateful for any reason to get to see her without a stich of clothing on.
At my request, Charlotte scoots her full length onto my bed, at which point I start fiddling with the framing on my phone’s camera. Earlier, we agreed to dispense with any kind of curtain contraption for our joint puppet show, and instead let the audience see our full, naked bodies at all times throughout our shenanigans. For one thing, we’d have to make a curtain big enough to fit across both of us, which wouldn’t be easy. And for another thing, a curtain would drastically limit our movements. Charlotte thinks, and I agree, that maintaining the look of an actual puppet show isn’t nearly as important, in terms of maximizing our earnings, as letting people see every inch of our naked bodies at all times.
“Sex sells,” Charlotte told me, when we talked about this earlier. “I loved your puppet show, but I think we should be less focused on getting the plot and technicalities right, and more focused on having fun and giving people hot bodies to look at. We’ll explain it up front—that it’s like the “Lion King” musical. Have you seen that one?”
“No.”
“There are puppeteers dressed in black on-stage, the whole time, holding the puppets. And soon, you don’t even remember the people are there. We’ll tell them to focus their attention on the prince, or the hills and valleys he’s valiantly traversing to save the princess; but even so, we’ll fully expect them to stare at your dick and my tits the whole the time.”