Page 47 of Steamy on Set

“He paid five hundred dollars to sleep with you?” His eyes bulge out of his face.

“As he should have; I’m well worth the money.” I flip my hair over my shoulder and sit up straighter, unable to contain my smile.

“I don’t know.”

I kick my foot into his side, causing him to yelp.

“Come on, with what the minimum wage was, you know how long someone would have to work to earn that much just for one time?”

“He was rich,” I squeal, kicking him again.

“Alright fine, so it wasn’t a sacrifice for him. Less romantic, but more practical. Go on.”

“We set the mood with flowers, candles, and music. I bought lingerie for the occasion and was sitting in it when he walked in. It was perfect, just as I imagined it would be. Until we got to the actual sex part.”

“He was a three-pumps-and-done kind of guy, wasn’t he?”

The chuckle is back shaking my entire frame.

“I couldn’t tell you, when he started to hump me, I didn’t feel anything. I literally stopped him and asked him if it was in.” As I take in his expression of horror, my chuckle turns into a full-blown cackle.

“No you didn’t.”

I nod.

“Everyone talked about how uncomfortable it was, but I couldn’t feel anything.”

Sliding down in his seat, he covers his face with his hands.

“So you told him that? Poor man had his heart ripped out through his penis.”

“Oh, come on.”

“No,” he says, shaking his head. “You, without a doubt, ruined his life in that moment. I wouldn’t be surprised if that memory haunts him to this day.”

Seeing how upset he is for Daniel just makes me laugh harder.

“So what happened after that?”

“After he tried putting it in again and still nothing, I told him it wasn’t working for me, so we stopped.”

Shaking his head, Errol closes his eyes tight as he presses his hand to his mouth.

“Oh come on, you are the one who said honesty matters. At least I told him.” Expecting him to contradict himself now, I can’t help but be surprised when he agrees.

“You did the right thing.” He opens his eyes. “Better he knows early on that his stuff isn’t up to the task.”

“Sounds like you relate.”

His chin hits his chest as his mouth flies open.

I burst into hysterics at the sight of how offended he is.

“I will whip it out right now. Don’t play with me.”

Waving my hand back and forth, I try to tell him no in between fits of giggles. He shoots up with a smile on his face, pulling his basketball shorts away from his body, yanking like he’s going to pull them down.

“Do you need proof Farrah? Is that what you need?” Dancing around the room like he is about to strip, his attempts at being sexy just make me die more. When he finally slides back onto the sofa fully clothed, I fight to gain composure.

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