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’ve rendered poor Auggie speechless. He’s opening and closing his mouth like a fish on a line. Obviously, he thought he was being a saucy man-minx with me—but now he knows: there’s nobody who can out-sauce and/or out-minx Charlotte McDougal.
“Uh, yeah, that would definitely work,” Auggie finally says stiffly, after pulling himself together.
I bat my eyelashes. “Unless, of course, you’re not comfortable with me shoving your dick all the way down my throat, on-camera?” I’m pretending I don’t know his answer, just for the fun of it. So far, I’ve licked Auggie’s length during our two shows, but I haven’t actually blown him. Not properly, anyway. But I have no doubt he’ll tell me he’s perfectly willing to let me deep-throat him, any ol’ time. It’s written all over his handsome face.
“Um . . . No, yeah, sure, I’m down for whatever. You’re the boss here.”
Ha. Poor Auggie. He’s trying to sound cool and calm but failing miserably. In fact, the man just abruptly covered the crotch of his sweatpants with his large hands. Hmm, I wonder why Auggie suddenly feels the need to do that?
“Okay, great,” I say. “Then that’s the plan for our Anaconda grand finale. I suggest we do that show down the line a bit, though. I think we should build anticipation before then—let each show get a little bit hotter and sexier. By the time we get to a show where Queen Anaconda swallows your dick-the-researcher whole, I want us to have grown our subscriptions quite a bit from what they are now.”
Auggie’s face is red. He nods stiffly. “Whatever you say. I’m your lowly minion, Queen Anaconda.”
“Since we’re not going to be having actual intercourse during any of our shows, we need to hold something back, so we have somewhere to go, later on. We can’t do too much, too soon.”
Auggie shifts his position slightly on the couch, but he doesn’t move his hands from his crotch area. “Sounds good. I’m at your service for whatever you decide to do. You’ve clearly got a knack for this.”
“Thanks. I’m having a blast.”
“Me, too.” He opens his mouth like he wants to say more, but then closes it. He swallows hard and returns his attention to the movie, so I do the same.
“By the way,” I say after a while, splitting the silence. “I was shocked I came, on-camera. I wasn’t expecting to do that.” I came during both our shows, as a matter of fact. And both times were scrumptious.
“No? I’m surprised. I figured . . .”
“It’s automatic with me? No. Trust me, no matter how much money is at stake, I wouldn’t have come, both times, if I wasn’t genuinely feeling it with you. You played me like a violin, Auggie Vaughn. You hit the ball out of the park. You were masterful.”
Auggie’s lit up like a Christmas tree. “There’s nothing hotter than watching a woman come. Nothing. And you were incredible to watch. The faces you made? The sounds? Oh my god, Charlotte. No wonder they tipped us so big.”
“Well, I’m sure part of their impulse to tip arrived upon watching you splooge all over my tits.”
“Yeah, but again that’s all about you. They loved it because I splooged all over your tits. You’re the star here, Charlotte. You’re the big draw. Men are the ones watching in droves, right?”
“That’s what the data tells us.”
“And men can watch a dick shooting out cum literally any time they want. All they have to do is look down. What they can’t do is watch cum getting sprayed on tits? Even better, tits as gorgeous as yours. And even better than all that, they can’t watch a woman coming—for real—any time they want. Man, seeing that—especially the way you do it—is like getting a glimpse of a magical unicorn. A glimpse of heaven.”
My heart is racing. It’s intensely flattering to hear these compliments and superlatives spoken about me and know, for a fact, he’s being perfectly sincere.
“Do you think me coming for real is important,” I ask, “or do you think I could get away with faking it, sometimes? With the number of shows we’re going to be doing, it could get harder and harder for me to get there, as I get more and more exhausted.”
Auggie shifts again on the couch, enough for me to briefly confirm he’s still hard behind his sweatpants. Apparently, talking about this stuff isn’t as ho-hum for him as he’s trying to pretend. He clears his throat. “Um, I mean, I think a real orgasm is always the goal. Ideally. But we could come up with a signal or something if you’re not feeling it, so I know to speed things along and help you sell it.”
“That sounds good.”
“I’m not sure I’ll be able to come as much as we need, either. At this rate, we’re gonna have to do three shows a day, every day, at least.”