Page 40 of Crown Jewels
My brow arched. “What makes you think it’s someone?”
Was I that transparent?
“Well, you keep trying to fuck Amber like your dick hasn’t had attention in years, and you came twice…” his eyes dropped down to my groin. “And haven’t needed a fluffer once.”
I looked down at my dick still rock hard.
Those were both fair points. It was kind of hard to argue with them.
“Yeah, okay. It’s someone.” I admitted.
“Anyone I know?” He asked.
I suppose it didn’t matter if I told him. I already claimed her. “Emma.”
“Oh, yeah, I could see that. She’s a sweet little thing.” Kyle sucked in a breath through his teeth. “History class should not be that fucking hot.”
He watched her shows.
I balled my fists and chanted in my head, don’t kick his ass, don’t kick his ass.
“You should fuck her on camera.”
“What?” Where the hell did that come from?
“Yeah,” he sang. “That virgin shit sells like hotcakes.”
That was the stupidest thing I’d ever heard. Or was it? That could give me the in I needed. Emma fucking hated me right now, and after what happened yesterday I wasn’t going to force her to do anything. But I could trick her.
It wouldn’t even be that hard. I was her best customer after all. She wouldn’t know it was me until she showed up for the shoot. All I needed was an opportunity. Why the fuck didn’t I think of this?
“Has anyone ever told you you’re a genius Kyle?”
He thought for a minute before shaking his head. “No.”
Yeah, I could see that. He wasn’t the brightest bulb out there. Last month he asked how far north he’d have to go to get to the pole. Thank god he was pretty.
“Alright.” I stood up and clapped my hands with renewed vigor. “Let’s do this.”
EMMA
It wasn’t easy getting to the office. While it was in Soda Springs, it wasn’t on a main street. Therefore, most buses didn’t go down there. Not on a Sunday anyway. Since Vahn took one car and Mitch had disappeared with the other, the only option I had was to call a cab, which meant I spent money I didn’t want to. But it was for work.
“Thank you.” I smiled at the cab driver, and stepped out into the parking lot.
Every time I came here I was surprised by the elegant exterior of the building. When one thought porn, theyusually pictured seedy motels and poolside sets. Not beautiful landscaping and wood trim.
Some people said the building reminded them of a fancy warehouse. I thought it looked more like a large farmhouse. Similar to what one might find on a horse ranch. There was a front door, porch, and little trees around the base. It was pretty, but it was also eerie.
My eyes wandered over to the far corner of the parking lot. That was the last place one of the other cam girls was seen. I didn’t really know her that well, but Pheobe seemed nice. When we ran into each other here or on campus, we exchanged pleasantries.
I think she might’ve been looking for a friend, but I was never good at talking to people. I regretted not trying harder now. I hoped that wherever she was, she was okay.
Saying a silent prayer for a friend I could’ve had, I walked inside.
The receptionist nodded at me as I passed by and headed up the stairs. There were twenty-five steps. I knew that because I was so nervous when I came for the interview, that my legs were trembling. The only thing I could do to calm myself down was count.
Lorna’s office was upstairs, along with a locker room and fifteen other rooms. All of which had things like beds, toys, and various other sexual implements. Some of the girls came here and did special shows.
