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 was impressed with Charlotte’s logic. It was one of many brilliant strategic suggestions on her part. In fact, it didn’t take long into our strategy session for me to realize Charlotte’s one-hundred-percent the brains behind this operation—that my job here is to shut up, get hard and stay that way, and do as I’m told.
“Okay, the framing looks great,” I say, straightening up from the tripod. “Lemme spackle the hole, real quick, so I don’t see it midway through the show and wilt.” God help me, if I were to glance at the peephole during our show, and then remember that my poor grandma was probably spied on through it, that wouldn’t be a good thing for my hard-on.
“While you do that,” Charlotte says, “I’ll put the props in order, so they’re easy to grab off the mattress in the moment.”
“Good thinking, boss.” I grab the spackle jar and get to work on the wall, while Charlotte organizes the array of silly props we made together this afternoon.
“Have you noticed the hole is precisely placed in the middle of a flower?” Charlotte says behind me, referring to the pattern of the wallpaper. “I can see why your grandmother never noticed it.”
“Yeah, I noticed.” It’s all I’m willing to say. Talking about this is making me feel sick, and that’s not a good thing to be feeling when I’m moments away from whipping out my dick and rubbing it across Charlotte’s tits and belly, all in the name of The Prince traversing meadows, hills, and valleys, in search of his princess.
The hole filled, I turn around, poised to say something to Charlotte—and stop short when I find her lying seductively on my bed in her bra and panties.
“Oh.” We’ve talked about shooting an enticement video first, fully clothed. A clip where we tease the amazing things to come, but only if you pay for a monthly subscription to our channel. I’m not complaining, though. Charlotte looks incredible. Sexy and curvy. Soft in all the right places. Frankly, I can’t remember the last time I’ve had a woman on my bed I’ve wanted to fuck as badly as I want to fuck Charlotte McDougal. Over the last few days, this woman’s pissed me off like nobody else. Made me laugh that way, too. And today, she’s flat-out impressed me with her brilliant mind. If that’s not a recipe for a hard dick, then I don’t know what is. “You look amazing, Charlotte.”
She smiles wickedly. “Thank you. I’ve decided we should do the enticement video in our underwear, rather than fully clothed. We’ll tease them a bit and make them want to see the rest. Cool with you?”
My dick is tingling like crazy at the sight of her. “You’re the boss.”
Charlotte motions for me to join her state of undress, so I pull off my T-shirt and Charlotte’s green eyes blaze with approval. I take a deep breath and remove my pants, revealing that I’ve now got a straining, aching hard-on behind my briefs. There’s no way of hiding it now: this woman turns me on like fucking crazy.
Charlotte grins seductively. “Looks like The Prince is good to go.”
“So far, so good. But the camera’s not on yet. He gets stage fright, sometimes.”
“No worries there. I’ll help him with that.”
My cock jolts. What does she mean by that? We’ve already talked about boundaries. Per Charlotte’s, there will be no mouth kissing, intercourse, or penetration of any kind during our shows. But based on my lack of boundaries, Charlotte could certainly give me a hand job during the show, if The Prince starts to feel shy. That would be allowed and welcomed, from my perspective.
I’m in my briefs now and my dick is straining. I crawl onto the bed next to Charlotte with the remote for the video camera in my hand. As I lie down, I say, “I want you to know, in private, one on one, I’ve never once had a single problem with my equipment. Especially when—” I stop myself. I was about to say, “especially when I’m this attracted to the woman I’m lucky enough to get naked with.” I can’t say that to Charlotte. Not when we’ve expressly agreed this is a means to an end—a simple business arrangement. Yes, we’ve also agreed that while we’re doing our shows, we might as well enjoy ourselves. But I think me admitting I’m thrilled, ecstatic, euphoric to be getting naked with Charlotte is out of bounds for me to admit.
We’re lying nose to nose now. Mere inches apart in nothing but our underwear. The slim corridor of air between our bodies feels super-charged with electricity and arousal. At least, to me. Who knows how Charlotte is feeling toward me. I truly can’t tell if she’s starting to feel a genuine attraction to me, or if she’s making the best of a necessary evil.