Total pages in book: 6
Estimated words: 5781 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 29(@200wpm)___ 23(@250wpm)___ 19(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 5781 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 29(@200wpm)___ 23(@250wpm)___ 19(@300wpm)
“She doesn’t look legal, but I ain’t calling the cops,” someone whispers, and I hear someone else chuckle.
“Goddamn I’m hard as fuck.”
That comment above the others makes a hot shiver go down my spine. I’ve never been the object of desire, and suddenly I’m in a room with men not only looking at me but doing it with appreciation.
There’s a soft chime over the music, and I turn to see the time has started on the clock. Below it I see there’s already money being added, and my eyes widen. I haven’t even done anything yet.
“Get your tits out,” someone orders, and the rest of the men begin to cheer.
Money is added to the screen, and I take a fortifying breath. This is what I came to do, right?
My fingers are shaky as I reach for the bottom of the babydoll tee I’m wearing. It’s tight across my chest, but Shelby told me to wear it along with a skirt. She said the more innocent I looked, the more money I’d make.
When I changed earlier, I left off my bra, so as I lift the material over my breasts, they’re bared for the room to see. I leave the shirt on but my breasts are big enough that it won’t roll back down. My nipples are exposed to the cool air, and they harden under the lights as the room moans in appreciation.
“Those nipples are made for a mouth,” I hear, and then the rest of the crowd is broken into fragments because they’re all talking over each other.
“Cock between them.”
“Lick them all over.”
“Suck the milk out.”
The money on the screen adds up, and I begin to relax a little. Okay, this isn’t so bad. I just have to lie here and listen to people talk about how hot I am.
Suddenly the music changes, and then I feel the seat of the chair warm up. My eyes widen as I look down to see if I’ve done something, but it must be automatic. Then a vibration comes from below, and it’s so strong that I can feel it running up my thighs and between my legs.
“Spread those knees for us, princess,” someone says, and I nervously do as they ask.
Slowly I part my knees until my thighs fall all the way open and my skirt is rucked up around my waist. With the way the chair is tilted, everyone can see directly between my legs, and I want to cringe.
I’m still wearing my pink cotton panties, but the vibration on the chair feels really good, and when I glance down, I can see a little wet spot on them. I’ve never used a vibrator or any of the other toys in the store. I didn’t know it could feel so good, and maybe with everyone looking at me, my body is confused. At least my head is.
Either way, I’m embarrassed as I feel their eyes on me and the wet spot on my panties begins to grow.
“She’s wet,” I hear a few people whisper even over the music.
“Fuck, she likes it.”
The vibration intensifies between my legs, and I’m beginning to feel strange. My breasts are achy and my nipples are tight like they need to be touched. I try to move in the seat to get comfortable, but all that does is send the vibrations deeper, and it shocks a gasp out of me.
“Nah, she loves it,” someone jeers, and when they laugh, I close my eyes self-consciously.
My body is hot all over, and I feel nervous about what’s going to happen next. The wet spot on my panties is getting bigger, and it’s like the wetter it gets, the more money gets put on the screen.
The heat that builds between my legs is coiled tight, and the vibrations are making me needy. I have to rock my hips in the chair to get some relief, and the men seem to like that the most.
“That’s it, baby, grind it out.”
“Rub it on the chair.”
“Bear down on it.”
“Good girl.”
The last one gets me, and I’m almost ashamed at the moan that escapes my lips. Maybe I would be if everyone wasn’t so pleased with what I was doing. Somehow, this doesn’t feel wrong as they keep telling me how pretty I am and hot it is watching me.
“Pull your panties to the side,” someone orders, and I nod, thinking that maybe this is what I need to help ease the ache.
Reaching between my legs I pull the now soaking wet material to the side and expose my shaved pussy to the room. The groans of pleasure that fill the space somehow make me feel powerful.
“Lick it up.”
“Sit on my face.”
“Fuck that looks tight.”
I can’t pay attention to what everyone is saying because the vibrations have gotten stronger, and I can hardly control myself. I’m not worried about people looking at me anymore as I rock my hips and search for relief. I’ve touched myself before, but this is nothing like that, and I’m so close to the edge of something intense.