Page 5 of Reality Girl, Ep. 3

I grinned. “But I’d fuck you.”

She huffed out a sigh.

I dropped my eyes to her cleavage and nodded. “One of your nipples is showing,” I said, although it wasn’t.

At least not yet.

While she adjusted her boobs, I walked past her. In the period of time that I’d been on the show, I’d grown less receptive to Kelli’s threats, and more prone to standing up for myself. I wished I could be more like Les, and simply tell her to go fuck herself.

For me, it was a balancing act.

At maintaining my sense of self-worth while being reserved enough not to get fired. The line I walked on, however, was as thin as her sheer top.

I sat on the mid-century white leather couch and then turned toward her. “You’re all good now.” I grinned. “No more nipple.”

“In five, four, three, two, one…” A voice said from behind us.

I crossed my legs, and then swept my tongue over my teeth, hoping to rid them of the finger foods I’d eaten at the bar. While I struggled to free cheese stick matter from my snow-white incisors, the front door opened.

I stood and forced a smile. “Eric.”

Wearing khaki shorts, a V-neck tee, and flip-flops, he looked like he was ready for the beach. His muscular legs were tanned, and appeared to be either shaved or well-manicured.

He opened his massive arms wide. “You ready to have some fun?”

He seemed nice when I met him the first time, and he seemed equally so now. Feeling a little differently about him now that he’d arrived, I approached without hesitation and gave him a hug. He smelled like he’d just spritzed himself with some cheap cologne, and I tried to decide what it might be, but fell short.

While stuck in the embrace, I recalled Kelli’s instructions.

I inched my hips forward until they pressed against his. Then, I ground them into him ever so slightly. It should have been just enough for him to wonder just what the fuck I was trying to do.

When I felt his cock begin to fill what little space separated us, I broke the embrace.

Our eyes met.

He looked embarrassed.

I glanced down.

Jesus fucking Christ.

He was obviously well on his way to a stiffy, but his cock wasn’t completely rigid. At least not yet. It had, however, grown long enough that the enormous tip was dangling out the leg of his shorts.

I glanced at Kelli and cocked an eyebrow.

She rolled her eyes.

I looked at Eric. I really tried not to, but my eyes fell to his crotch anyway. After a nice long look, I met his worried gaze.

I tilted my head toward the hallway. “Want to go hang out at the pool?”