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)
His gesticulating done, Auggie blows kisses at the screen and waves goodbye, and a moment later, he closes his laptop and rips off his mask, confirming, as suspected, the handsome, sweaty, naked man behind the mask, the dude with the shockingly impressive cock, is indeed Augustus Vaughn.
Auggie’s hair is askew, thanks to the mask. His face is flushed. He runs a palm down his face, looking a bit forlorn. And then, with a visible sigh, he slides off his bed and saunters out of view—but not before giving me a mouthwatering view of his naked ass. Damn, boy.
I’m probably going to hell for watching that long. It was an unthinkable, inexcusable violation of Auggie’s privacy to do that, most likely. And yet, as horrible as it was for me to keep watching till the bitter end of the show, I can’t honestly feel sorry I did it because that was the most entertaining, hottest, funniest thing I’ve seen in a long time. Maybe, ever. I didn’t even know it was possible to simultaneously laugh and lust like that, all at once. But now I know. Bravo, Auggie Vaughn. My gorgeous next-door neighbor. A wholesome-looking vet student in his real life . . . and now I know: a secret, kinky penis puppeteer behind closed doors.
I pull away from the peephole, my mind racing, and pace around the room. With a dick and a shtick like that, Auggie’s got to be killing it in the online penis puppetry game! Is that a thing out there? If so, I had no idea.
The real question is what “killing it” looks like in the penis puppetry game, in terms of money earned? I know very little about online sex workers and porn stars; but I’ve heard it’s possible to make six figures and more doing kinky stuff online. Is that puppet show the reason Auggie’s able to live in a condo near campus, all by himself, even though he’s a student? I bet it is.
As I pace around my bedroom and gather my thoughts about this unexpected new information, I’m in danger of wearing an O-shaped loop in the already worn carpet. What. Should. I. Do?
I definitely have to tell Auggie about the peephole. That’s the right thing to do. Surely, the former owner used it to spy on him doing his racy shows, and also, possibly, doing who-knows-what else in private, with whatever parade of women Auggie’s had in his bed. Auggie’s not my type, granted, but he’s the world’s type. There’s a reason boy bands are huge. I’m sure Auggie’s had quite a few eager guests in his bed for Lloyd Graham to covertly watch. The thought makes my blood curdle and my stomach churn. Nobody deserves to have their privacy invaded like that. Nobody. Not even someone as annoying as Auggie Vaughn.
Out of nowhere, the devil on my shoulder pokes at me. “Okay, hear me out,” she says. “What if you tell Auggie you watched his puppet show . . . and then use that information to get the money you need for Carlo?”
“What?” I mentally shout, thoroughly disgusted. That’d be blackmail, She-Devil. A truly despicable thing to do. Not to mention, a crime.
“Yeah, but you’ve already committed a crime against Mr. DiMarco, haven’t you?” my inner She-Devil retorts. “So it wouldn’t even be your first crime.”
It’s not the same thing, and you know it. Committing a crime against a criminal isn’t nearly as awful as committing one against an innocent person like Auggie. Also, I’m not a career criminal, for fuck’s sake. True, I made a singular mistake, once, but I don’t plan to continue the trend. If I used this ill-gotten information against Auggie in any way, even if I promised to pay him back with interest later on, I’m sure I’d inflict untold distress and harm upon the poor guy and he doesn’t deserve that, even if I’m right—and I know I am!—and Auggie’s the bastard who called that damned tow truck on me.
I plop down onto my air mattress, mulling the situation. Maybe Auggie would be willing to teach me the ropes, so I can make some fast, easy money, like he does? Or even better, maybe he’d let me join his show for a while—just until I’ve resolved my present emergency? The idea makes my heart rate spike, even though I don’t have the first clue how I’d finagle that outcome. I bet if I were to join Auggie’s show, we could double whatever he’s currently making, maybe even triple it, by making my naked, female, body parts part of the plot and/or scenery. I’d attract a whole new audience to his shows, I bet, and a wider audience would translate into even more money for both of us to split, right?
Yes. I’m suddenly seeing it all so clearly. The only question is how I should broach the topic with Auggie, since I can’t tell him about the nature of my current financial crisis. I’d need to tell him about the peephole. That part is settled. But what should I tell him I witnessed when I looked through it?