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)
“Especially when what?” Charlotte prompts, her eyebrow raised.
“I don’t remember.”
Charlotte giggles. “Are you nervous, Auggie?”
“A bit. Yeah.”
Charlotte runs her fingertips up my arm, making my cock jolt behind my briefs. “Just have fun and stay in the moment. Don’t think too much about the plot, or the costumes or props, or getting every detail right. If we’re having fun, the audience will, too, and the tips will reflect that.”
I nod.
Charlotte runs her fingertip across my abs this time. I’ve already told her my body is hers to play with, however she wants, so I’m glad she’s feeling comfortable enough to touch me. She says, “Besides my stated boundaries, my body is yours to do with as you please. If you get a fun idea in the moment, then run with it. Have fun with it, Auggie. Go for it.”
“Okay,” I croak out. My mind is racing. No kissing, either on the mouth or between her legs, and no intercourse or penetration of any kind. Those were Charlotte’s stated boundaries. All of a sudden, I can’t think of anything else there is to do with a naked woman, besides those things.
“Are you okay?” she says.
“Yep.”
“Are you sure you don’t have any boundaries?”
“I’m sure. I’m down for anything.”
“Oh, that’s great.” She motions to the pile of props on the bed behind me. “Because I was thinking of shoving one of those sticks up your ass during the show. Cool?”
“What the fuck?”
Charlotte bursts out laughing. “Kidding.”
“Don’t do that.”
“I was kidding, Auggie.”
“That’s a stated boundary.”
“I was kidding.”
“Don’t mess with me like that. It’s hard enough for me to stay hard on-camera. I’m not an exhibitionist by nature.”
Charlotte looks down at the bulge in my briefs, which is still at full mast.
“You look pretty hard to me.”
“Because I’m lying here with you, practically naked, and there’s nobody watching yet.”
She touches my cheek. “You’re so sweet. You’re gonna be just fine, Auggie. I’ll take the lead. I’ve got you.”
“I’m actually really good at this sort of thing, behind closed doors,” I mutter. “I’m damned good.”
“I’m sure you are.”
“I don’t want you thinking I’m bad at this in real life.”
“I don’t. I’m sure you’re fabulous.” Charlotte bites her lip. “To be clear, you’re perfectly okay with me touching your naked dick during the show?”
“Mm hmm.” It’s all I can muster. If I say more, I’ll say too much. Sound too eager.
“Awesome. You can do the equivalent to me, too. But only on the outside, okay? I don’t want any part of you penetrating any part of me, on-camera. I’m not ready to become a full-fledged porn star here. Baby steps, okay? Outside only.”
We’ve already talked about her “no penetration” rule, which I fully respect, so I don’t know why she’s—
Wait.
She doesn’t want me penetrating her . . . on-camera? Did I imagine the emphasis Charlotte put on that qualifier? Does that mean she’d be okay with parts of me penetrating parts of her . . . off-camera, or am I reading into her wording?
I clear my throat. “I’ve got no aspirations of becoming a full-fledged porn star, myself. I think penis puppetry is going to be the full extent of my porn career.”
“I’m so glad we’re talking about this in advance. Things could get spicy in the moment, and one thing might lead to another, and I don’t want either of us to have to throw on the brakes during the actual show and ruin the sexy, fun vibe for our audience.”
One thing might lead to another? How? In what way? We’ve got our plot. One I’m planning to follow, meticulously. If Charlotte chooses to do something, off-plan, I’ll be more than happy to follow her lead and veer off-plan, too; but I’m not the one who’s going to be leading that charge. And I’m certainly not the one who’ll want to throw on any brakes, either, if things happen to get surprisingly spicy.
“Okie dokie,” I choke out.
“Great. Let’s do the enticement video first.” Charlotte hands me one of the Lone Ranger masks we picked up today, and we both slip them on. When I do my solo shows, I wear masks that cover my entire face. But Charlotte thinks the audience will like being able to see at least parts of our facial expressions during the show, so we’re giving these less intrusive Lone Ranger masks a whirl.
“Ready?” Charlotte purrs.
“Ready.”
I grab my nearby laptop and log into my account, and then press the button to start a video on a timer. After the seconds wind down and the red light goes on, we welcome whoever might be watching, whether now or later, and do our best to entice them to subscribe. When that’s done, I turn off the camera and give Charlotte a high-five.
We wait ten minutes to allow for new subscriptions, and then, without further ado, Charlotte says, “Showtime, baby.” Without a lick of hesitation, she removes her bra and flings it across my bedroom. And, suddenly, I’m lying on my bed, mere inches from Charlotte McDougal’s glorious, naked tits.