Page 13 of Reality Girl, Ep. 3

“Inches.”

She chuckled. “Maybe from your asshole.”

“Karen’s an expert,” Franky said. “She’s was married five times before she decided she liked having sex too much to stay married to one man.”

“I’m an expert because I call bullshit when I hear it.” She looked at Eric. “Get it out, big boy.”

Karen was beautiful and far from timid. So far, I liked her.

Eric glanced over each shoulder, and then pushed his barstool away from the bar. After standing, he lifted his right leg, shook it, and then looked at her and grinned.

“You just going to stand there with that smile on your pretty face, or are you going to show me what my favorite bartender is bragging about?”

Eric glanced at his crotch.

I did the same.

Jesus.

Six inches of cock hung out the bottom of his shorts.

He twisted his hips toward Karen. When he did, his cock followed. It swung from side to side until it finally came to a rest, hanging there like a heavy weight.

Karen looked down. “Holy fucking shit,” she gasped. She covered her mouth with her hands and bent at the waist slightly. After staring for a few seconds, she looked at me. I gave her a slow raise of my eyebrows and smiled.

Her eyes met Franky’s. She just stood and stared with her mouth slightly open. It seemed she wanted an explanation. Maybe simply seeing it was the confirmation she hoped for, and she was speechless. Either way, she stood with her lips parted and simply stared.

“You were the first person I thought of,” Franky said. “Have you met Lou?”

She shook her head then extended her hand toward Eric.

“No,” Franky said. “That’s Eric. Karen meet Eric. Eric, Karen.”

They shook hands.

“The girl.” Franky nodded his head toward me. “Is Lou.”

Karen turned toward me and grinned. “Nice to meet you, Lou.”

“Lou lives down the street in the house they film reality shows in. She’s doing a Bachelorette type thing there now, where she’s supposed to be dating six guys in twelve weeks. The problem is she’s not interested in them.”

“Oh.” She looked at Eric.

“I was thinking,” Franky said. “Maybe you would be Interested, that is. At least in this one, anyway.”

Her eyes lowered to Eric’s crotch. I didn’t realize he was still standing. After an eyeful of his dick, she looked at Franky.

“What? You’re his pimp?”

Franky sighed. “Lou’s interested in me. I’m interested in Lou. Eric wants to get laid. You can’t stay married to one man because your promiscuous. It’s simple mathematics, Karen. You’re the first person I thought of. Are you interested?”

“Interested?” She glanced at Eric’s cock again and then turned to face Franky. “Be a dear and get my tab, would you?”