Page 42 of Crown Jewels
“We’d like you to be May.”
“Really?” Did I hear that right? “Me?” I asked pointing at myself.
“Yes Emma, you.” Lorna nodded. “Are you interested?”
Was I interested?
“Yes, I’m interested.” How was that even a question. I was more than interested, I was honored, and a bit surprised. The last person I expected them to invite into this project was me.
“Great. Do you know how this works?”
I nodded, “yes.”
Pheobe did this right before she disappeared. It was pretty straightforward. I picked a holiday for the month I was given, did a photoshoot, and video, that could be a cam show or full on scripted movie.
“Let’s book you in for the shoot.” Lorna started scrolling through her computer. “How’s Wednesday at four? Is that too soon?”
The look she gave me was pretty clear. Lorna was referring to my puffy lip. The bruise I managed to cover up with makeup.
“Wednesday will be fine.” I’d put some ice on my lip when I got home, to bring down the swelling.
“Do you know what holiday you’re going to do?”
The obvious choice was Mother’s Day , which was not a day I typically celebrated. “Can I do a Canadian holiday?”
She shrugged, “Sure.”
“I’ll do Victoria Day.” Canada was part of the commonwealth, and had a few holidays for the monarchy. Plus I’d been dying to do something in the Victorian era.
Lorna typed something into her computer and said, “Okay, see you on Wednesday.”
Thanking her for the opportunity, I left, practically skipping as I went. For the first time in I don’t know how long, I was excited for something. There was an actual smile on my face. That was until I saw that the door to room 11 was open.
I froze a few feet away. The door wasn’t open very much, just a crack, but still. It was probably okay. Maybe the shoot was done, and the door was open so they would know the room needed to be cleaned? That was probably all it was.
Lifting my foot, I took a step, and froze as a female voice moaned, “Fuck me.”
Or maybe they weren’t done.
“Yeah, give me that big cock.”
Did girls really say that stuff, or was it acting? It sounded over the top to me, but for all I knew, Vahn was just that good. It didn’t take much for him to get me worked up. Curse him and his magic fingers. Nothing should feel that good. My pussy pulsed at the memory of his touch, causing another thought to float through my mind. Was his penis as magical as his fingers?
Before I knew what was happening, my feet had carried me over, and I was peeking through the crack in the door. I wasn’t sure if what I saw turn me on or horrified me. There was a blonde girl bent over the arm of a navy couch, and Vahn was pounding into her from behind, while her head bobbed in the lap of the guy I ran into in the hall.
I’d seen porn before, but those were recordings. Live was much different.
At first I couldn’t wrap my head around how someone so small could take something so big into her body. Both the guys were massive everywhere, and that girl wasn’t much bigger than me. I weighed a hundred pounds on a good day. Yet, they entered her with ease.
One pushed down her throat, while the other thrust in her pussy. I couldn’t stop watching. The way she stretched around them was erotic, hungry, and beautiful. It was sexual yes, but there was something primal about it that called to a need inside me.
The way they pawed at her was mesmerising. In this moment she was theirs. She didn’t have to worry about anything, because they would take care of all of her needs. There was no stress or anxiety. There was just now, and the pleasure she was lost in. What would it feel like to be that free?
My eyes wandered over to the sweat dripping off Vahn’s brow. His eyes were so focused on her, that I was almost jealous. Would he do to me what he was doing to her? Did I want him to? He did seem to know what he was doing. I liked the way his muscles bulged with his movements. How his fingers dug into her ass, and the intensity of his stare…
Wait? Stare?
My heart stopped when I looked up into a pair of blazing navy eyes.
