Page 9 of Quinn
He gets out when he sees me and walks around the car to open the door.
“You look beautiful,” he says, eyeing my dress.
It's form-fitting to my curves without giving away the whole show. Jess and I decided that it’s the perfect mix of friendly outing and possible date dress.
As I pass him to get in, the scent of leather from Evan’s jacket mixed with his aftershave makes my lower belly heat up with excitement.
“You ready?” he asks a bit of mischief in his smile.
“As I’ll ever be.”
We drive across town, making casual conversation. It's surprising how easily I can talk to Evan now. It's starting to feel like one of the most embarrassing moments in my adult life may have just opened the door to lead me to something new.
"Here we are," Evan says, pulling to a stop in front of a nondescript brick building.
“Where?” I look around.
He points to the brick building and notices a small sign on the front near the door—Audi-ohh Studios.
“Tyler’s sister runs this studio. They record audiobooks here for, umm, fiction that is more to your taste.”
I tilt my head at him in confusion.
“I thought that since you are trying to find your voice and stepping out of your comfort zone, you’d be interested in having a session where you audition to be voice talent for erotic audiobooks.”
I stare from him to the front doors of the studio and back again. This might just be the weirdest kind of date I've ever been taking on. And yet, the thought he put behind it, having listened to what I said and trying to help me, is beyond sweet.
"You hate it." Evan's shoulders sag in defeat.
“No!” I grab his arm. “I’m just thinking that if you had given me a hundred guesses to where you were taking me today, this wouldn’t have been one of them. I’m excited to try it out.”
“Good, because Mallory is waiting for us.”
We head inside, and the office looks empty. It's clear that when Evan mentioned that he was calling in a few IOUs, I had no idea the special circumstances he was making for me.
“Hey there,” A beautiful woman in her mid-forties greets us when we walk in. “You two must be Evan and Quinn. I’m Mallory.”
We say our hellos, and Mallory leads us back to the studio. The nerves in my belly aren’t really what I’m about to do in front of Evan, but the excitement of trying something new.
Mallory helps get me situated in the booth with some sample pages for me to read. Evan stands on the other side of the glass in the control room. He gives me a reassuring smile and mouths “good luck” to me as Mallory makes her way back.
I look down at the sheets in front of me. If you had told me twenty-four hours ago that I’d be saying these words, not only out loud but in front of Evan, I’d think you were crazy.
“Whenever you’re ready, Quinn,” Mallory’s voice sounds in my headphones.
I take a deep breath and begin to read out loud. I stumble a bit at first, my nerves getting the better of me, but eventually, I find my footing. The words should feel forbidden on my lips but instead, feel a sexual awakening in me. Each word gives me power that I didn’t know I could possess. The few pages I’m given to read passes quickly and I’m at the end before I know it.
“‘Yes, right there, I breathe out. The pounding rhythm of his cock inside me makes my eyes roll back in ecstasy as my orgasm nears its peak. An animalistic growl erupts from deep inside Hunter’s chest as his body reacts and my pussy clenches around him. I can hold off the pleasure anymore. ‘I’m coming!’ I cry out.”
I flip the page, already invested in this story after only one scene but realize that's all there is. The bubble around me seems to burst, and I remember that I'm not alone. I look up at the control room to see a smiling face on Mallory and a look I can't quite read on Evan’s.
“How’d I do?” I ask nervously, wondering if I overdid it.
Evan seems to snap out of some kind of trance, there is a clicking sound in my headphones, and I can hear him clear his throat. “It was, um, good. You did thatvery, good, I mean, well.”
Mallory chuckles at him and turns back to me. “Have you done this work before?”
I shake my head. “No.”
