Lying back on the bed, knees up, I slide Big P between my folds, snug up against the underside of my deprived clit, and hit power. The vibrations cause an intense ache, followed by an instant heat which settles in my lower belly. In a husky voice, I don’t recognize as my own, I breathe, “Tell me all about your little rendezvous with Trevor.”
His silky voice flows over me, whispering details of debauchery, which only adds fuel to the fire burning between my legs.
“Trevor,” he says with a smirk. “I didn’t know he was into me like that until he stormed into my trailer, threw me up against the flimsy wall, and tongue-fucked my mouth so good, I almost came right there. Callused hands squeezed my biceps. Hard. I still remember how his clipped nails felt, not hard enough to break the skin but forceful enough to let me know he was in charge. I was game and kissed back. Who wouldn’t with that kind of introduction? So he’d know just how on board I was, I hand-fucked his massive cock through his paper-thin gym shorts. “‘Bed now,’” I had growled, pulling back from his kiss. I wasn’t wearing a shirt, we were between takes, and it was so hot that I…”
“Yeah, yeah, Brad.” I wind my hand. “Back to the story.”
He snickers. “I should get a discount for this.” But he continues. “So I’m naked, spread out on my bed, hard as a fucking rock. It’s then that I really look at him. I think. Shit. He’s young. Hangs around with Bieber and all those brats. The doe eyes that stare at my cock don’t help. ‘Hey. You’re eighteen, right?’ I asked, holding his seeking hand back. He scooted forward, really close, and blew on my sac, which shot an arrow of pleasure right up my cock. I couldn’t take my eyes off of his pretty pink lips as he puckered up and planted a kiss on my taint. ‘Just barely,’ he said, before sucking my balls into his mouth and fisting my cock. I took about two strokes of this before I said, ‘Mouth on my cock now.’
“I gave him the usual disclaimer that’s slung around Hollywood like flies on shit—the I’m not gay bit, to which he popped his lips off my cock and announced, ‘I am!’ Before getting back to polishing my knob, really making it sparkle. One hand pumped me while the other grabbed my balls and slowly pulled. Trying to keep from cumming, I pulled back, jamming my ass into the bed. This kid had serious dick skills. It felt so incredible.
“He let up on the pressure, kneading my balls with his fingers before reaching lower. ‘I want to touch you here,’ he said, rimming my asshole to a pucker with his long, thin finger. His lips kissed down one side of my cock and up the other. ‘Please,’ he whispered into the head of my cock, before deep-throating me. ‘Yes!’ I yelled, feeling pleasure tug my stomach down to my feet.
“He raised his finger to his lips, and with a sinful look in my direction, he spits on it before lowering his face back to my cock. I couldn’t stop watching his lips as he swallowed me whole, taking his time, working down my cock. My thighs widened in anticipation as I felt him part my ass cheeks with his thumb and index finger, and he stroked my dark hole with his middle. He rubbed in circles, the tip barely breaching my opening, but I wanted… “More,” I whispered, my back arching off the bed.
“And he delivered, thrusting his finger into me. I felt the tip brush my prostate, and before I knew it, I yelled, “I’m cumming, shit!”
“Barely giving him time to get out of the way.
“But he didn’t. Just fingered my asshole harder, pushing my prostate button and swallowing the head of my cock.
“Dizzy with lust, I unloaded. My thighs shook with the violence of my release. The slurping noises he made drove me on, and I continued to spill down his throat.
“When I was done, I lay back, panting, an arm thrown over my face, ashamed at my amateur performance.
“‘No time to fuck. They want us back on set in fifteen. Thanks for that, Bradley.’” He toodled his fingers at me once his pants were back on. I didn’t feel so bad for not reciprocating once I noticed the wet spot he left behind on the bedspread. I winked back at a closed door.”
He stops and finishes his beer.
His story’s so interesting, my vibrator lies forgotten on top of the bed. Man, he knows how to pull you in.
My Favor window pops up after about ten more minutes of just a cool chat with Brad. “You know what happens now, right?” I shake my head, trying not to focus on the flashing Favor light. “You didn’t cum this time, but next time you will.” He smirks. “Because I’ll invite Trevor over and we’ll give you the real peekskie. In person. Get back to work, slacker!”
I laugh, grabbing for my robe, as he exits and someone else enters. Waiting for me to grant him a Favor.
Javi
My brain feels like it’s going to explode. My phone taunts me as it rings, unanswered in my ear. You’ve already lost her! She doesn’t care for you, only wants to hurt you. My sick mind conjures every vile thought about her it can while my phone continues to ring and she continues to ignore my call. My pulse pounds a drumbeat in my temple. There’s nothing I can do from in here, but if I was there, she’d have no choice but to give me her full attention. Dammit! I hate being ignored like I don’t matter! A memory tries to surface, of another woman who treated me as if I didn’t matter, but I won’t let it. Instead I conjure memories of Blue from our first date at her apartment. Back to a time when I was the only thing that mattered in her life.
These thoughts calm me down. I have to remind myself that she’s working—and I’m in the nuthouse—so when she finally does answer, I’ve got to keep my cool. She continues flirting with the pinche puto movie star, and I keep letting it ring. After about fifteen more rings, she grabs a robe and looks down at my message.
Mr. G. requests a Favor. Click to find out more.
Loving the smile that crosses her lips, I watch her type back.
Blue accepts.
A work smile grazes her lips but I know the exact moment she can see me perfectly when her beautiful eyes light up. There’s a high flush to her cheeks. All the activity going on with the actor, I bet.
Then she squeals, “Javi!” which brightens my shitty day and pushes down the dark thoughts.
“Hello, Bonita!” I want to be mad, tell her she can do me a fucking Favor and keep her pussy under lock and key! But I can’t. It’s not right, I know that. Contrary to popular belief, I do know the difference between right and wrong.
“I’ve missed you, beautiful!” Tears threaten with the rush of emotions that engulf me from just the sight of her.
She sits, leaning into the screen, tears glistening at the corners of guilty eyes. But I won’t be a dick to her. Everyone else, yeah. But not my girl.
“I don’t wanna bother you while you’re working. I just got a free sec and had to see you.” Smiling, I look my love up and down. “Loving the boots by the way…Sasha’s?” I ask as she smirks, standing and turning to model for me. She’s a sight for sore eyes. I don’t think she remembers her sweet pussy’s bare and on display. I’m not going to remind her.
I take her in, feeling my cock move in my pants, growing with each sexy sashay of her hips. “Bonita…” I say in my best father-knows-best voice. “What have you been doing? Your hairs all mussed up and your cheeks are so pink and…is that a vibrator on the bed? You’re a bad girl, Blue.” I tsk under my breath as I pull the pajama buttons down around my hips.
She stops to watch. I can tell she’s enjoying the view as her pink lips pucker into a kiss.
I deposit two thousand dollars into her account before asking, “Did you cum?” I know full well she didn’t—I just watched the whole thing—but she doesn’t need to know that. A pained look crosses her face. “Javi, you don’t have to pay.”
I ignore this. “Do you want to?”
Rapid quick, she answers back, “Why? You got a flan in there with you?” I throw my head back and laugh. Bonita’s got jokes.
“Not necessary or wanted right now, Blue. I miss your scent so bad. This pillow, these sheets, everything smells like an imitation of the real thing. I won’t even let them
wash them. Lie back on that bed, baby, and spread wide so I can imagine your succulent scent as I cum.”
She nods, wide eyed, and God love her, she does what I ask. No questions, concerns, just pure lust in her eyes.
“Grab that vibrator and turn that fucker up to ten.” Keeping my hand firm on the base of my cock, I grip myself hard, not daring to move yet. Just relishing the pressure. “Is it on, baby?” I ask through gritted teeth. I’m so on edge, one moan from her lips and I’ll be done for. “Lay it right across your clit…yes…just like that.” Her lips form a lusty kiss, and her blue eyes close to the sensation. “Push that bra out of the way and pinch those jujube nipples for me.”
I jerk my hand slowly up and down as she works herself up, but my eyes stay trained on her beautiful face. Moans, low and sensual, escape her full lips, and I want so bad to bite them. Suck every one of her lips into my mouth, become enveloped in her scent, and I tell her so.
“Don’t stop, baby.” Her need is revealed in her throaty whisper.
I continue my stroke and dirty talk. “I’ll never stop, Bonita, not while there’s breath in my lungs. My hands are chapped from all the stroking I’ve been doing since I’ve been in here. I can’t stop thinking of your sweet kisses, your eager mouth sucking dessert from my monkey. Cleaning him, loving him. Ahhh.” I breathe out and lean my head back, ready for relief. “I want to pour honey on your sweet cunt and spend the day licking it off. Just you and me. No interruptions, just my tongue latched onto your tiny clit.” She writhes on the bed, flushed and heated. Her hair is wild. I’ve never wanted her more. She sighs my name as she releases. I close my eyes, wishing for the smell of her to reach me, and cum to the whispered sound of my name on her lips. The satisfaction of a load well spent leaks into my soul. I feel calm, sedated. She’s better than any drug they’ve got locked up in their cabinets.
But the feeling’s short-lived. There’s not much time. If they find me in here masturbating, I’ll lose TV privileges, not to mention the phone. I’ve already been warned once. I pull the bottoms back up, not even bothering with cleaning myself. “Blue, thank you. Be strong for me a little while longer.”
She raises her head and looks me in the eye. “I’m coming to see you,” she says, determination shining in her eyes. I nod, loving her intensity. She doesn’t have to say the words; I see the love glowing from within.
“I have to go…If I get caught with this,” I hold up my phone, “they’ll confiscate it.”
Just as I push the end button, I hear her cries. “Javi, wait! I want to talk to you about your moth...” But my finger ends the connection on its own.
Shit. Did she say ‘mother’? What the fuck?
Blue
Talking to Javi—well, not talking, I blush as I soap my tender areas. But seeing him brings all my questions back to the surface. I didn’t want to push or harp on him. Not when he so desperately needed me. And I so desperately needed him. My cheeks warm as the echo of my exquisite orgasm rumbles through me. Aftershocks. I think that word sums them up nicely.
I towel off and walk naked through my room, strutting to the closet, always mindful of my viewers. I have a hard time believing my sweet and adoring Javi is the same guy who would supersize his own mother. And with that thought, my euphoric afterglow fades, and Javi’s mother takes center stage in my mind.
Was she his victim like Sasha said? What broke him so badly that he sits in a mental institution, unable to accept the truth of what he did to his living, breathing mother? All I can think about are the flashing green lights and her bottomless eyes taking me in. Hostile, almost. That’s all I remember, those angry eyes.
Not her face.
Truth be told, I’d like to observe her in her natural habitat. See what it is she does. How she acts. Try to find a hint of the madness she inflicted on her son. Maybe get an answer or two. Pulling up my boy shorts, I roll them at the waist, so they hang under my plump belly, and pull on one of my white T-shirts.
As I lie across my bed, I toy with the remote. What would her number be? I wonder and go over what I know. Gretchen’s number ‘6.’ I turn on my big screen while thinking through the number pad. Sasha is ‘9,’ as in 69. I smile to myself. As long as I live, I’ll never forget her number. ‘0’ is Daisy, Esme is ‘7,’ and I’m lucky ‘13’. The girl before me was ‘12.’
That still leaves quite a few numbers.
1, 2, 3, 4, 5. I could just try each one. 8, 10, 11, plus all the teen combinations. Ugh, my eyes scroll through the tiles on the TV screen. Each tile is similar to the Wheel of Fortune tiles. On one side is the number, and when you click on it, a sexy picture of your girl—or lady—is revealed. Just in case, maybe you forgot the girl’s number. You wouldn’t forget her face, too.
Each tile rotates randomly on the screen, waiting for me to choose. But, nope, no sign of his mother on any of the unaccounted for numbers, either. They’re all blank. I don’t understand it. Someone’s able to watch her.
I think back to all the green lights blinking in her room again. So similar to mine. Her room was set up like a movie set, though. I peer around my room and really have to search to find my cameras. They’re tucked up high in the corners, and each poster of my bed has a tiny camera embedded into it. There’s a camera in the ceiling, right over my bed. So many, I think to myself, and then it hits me. Mine don’t blink. Mine just glow continuously green.
I stretch back and grab the house phone. Dialing ‘9,’ I wait.
“Hi-de-ho, Blue. Don’t forget the feeding tonight, totally caz.” She’s winded. I’ve probably caught her mid-whip.
“I won’t. All set. I’m already in my PJs. I just have a request, like, uh...a Favor to ask.” I blow out the breath I’m holding.
She’s quiet, so I continue. “I wanna watch Javi’s mother.”
“Really?” she asks, disbelieving.
Hurrying on, I continue. “And what’s her name? ‘Javi’s mother’ sounds so formal.”
She’s quiet long enough to make me nervous. “Blue, why do you want to watch her? And her name’s Maria.”
Why do I want to watch her? Morbid curiosity? What is it? She’s a little puzzle piece of Javi, the man I’m missing so badly. But I say the obvious. “Why wouldn’t I want to, Sasha? Wouldn’t you? Simple curiosity isn’t enough? I’ve gotta have a reason? Wasn’t it you who advised me never to ask questions of the clients. Well, I’ve got money and don’t want any questions, Comprende?”
“Comprende.” she sighs. “It’s just that no one’s ever wanted to. Watch her, I mean. When we first started, I couldn’t pay viewers to watch her. She’s just too venomous, oozing with hate. Why do you wanna subject yourself to all that negativity? But if it’s what you want, who am I to stop you? Just don’t expect too much, Blue. I don’t want you back under those covers.” There’s a sadness in her voice that I didn’t expect.
With a steely voice, I reassure her. “Don’t worry, I can handle her.” Can I?
“Alright, you’ve been warned. With that outta the way, it’s just a simple matter of flipping a few switches to turn her cameras on. No sweat. Like a private viewing. I just have to remember which cameras go to her room.” She’s already working the problem out in her head.
Before I totally lose her, I ask, “Wait. Turn her cameras on? Can’t you just give me her number like you did with everyone else? Isn’t that the way it works?”
Sasha sighs. “Yes. If her cameras were on, sure, easy squeezy freezy. But, Blue...hers aren’t on. Never have been. Well, not on this system anyway.” I can hear the warning in her voice before she gives it. “I hope she’s mellowed some, but back in the old days, when we were just getting started, splicing shit together for a handful of viewers…she couldn’t shut it. Always spiteful, just plain rattlesnake mean. She actually turned fetish viewers off with all her negative shit. Don’t buy into her bullshit, Blue.”
Realization hits me. “So…there is no audience.”
“Not for her, no. We just let her t
hink there is. Anyway, I’ll get it set up. Give me a few, then try ‘1.’ That’s her number.”
I think for a minute. “Does the ‘1’ signify anything?”
“Yeah. She was the first.” But the answers aren’t so forthcoming anymore. She’s probably wondering how many ways Javi is going to string her up for giving me this access.
We hang up, and I try to figure out what spying on Javi’s mother will accomplish. Not much. What may answer some of my questions is my talking to her. Maybe play a game with her, something like Truth. Corner the cupcake-eating bitch and ask her just what she did to Javi to make him this way.
While I wait for Sasha to link Maria up to the house system, a thousand questions flit through my head. I already know just seeing her won’t be enough. I’m gonna need more. I’ll be asking Maria for a Favor of Truth. See if she’s up for a little game. Now I’m the greedy one.
Looking at the clock next to my bed, I see I’m gonna need to haul ass and head to the dining room before I’m late. Besides, all this can wait. Because one night a week we all—well, not all. Not Maria—gather and pig out on demand. Each of our clients pays a hefty sum, bidding on the chance to put in one secret request during the week via instant message. It’s our highest-rated night. Every one of the clients tunes in, hoping to see their requested item on the banquet table.
I head out, smoothing my hair, wishing I could just pull it back into a ponytail. Some of the gooier things are hard to wash out. I have to be content with just pushing it behind my shoulders. Anyway, it’s too late for primping. Dinner’s about to begin.
Everyone’s already seated when I come in. I take my usual chair and almost fall out of it in shock.
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