“Yeah, dumb bitch thought we’d go for her.”Alan would answer in his deep, melodic voice.Oh, fuck. I am fantasizing about them insulting me on their show? What kind of fucked up shit is that?
“So, what are you about to do tonight?” Jace began. “Don’t tell me, I already know.”
Janice hands us our tips from the jar. Her heels click towards the light switch, and in a mere moment, we all stand in the dimly lit bar before we all head towards the front doors.
“Until next time, Listener.” Janice and Jace yell out as they get into their shared cab.
“It Supplies Anywhere I want it to, Sweetheart.”
It has been days since Alan and I went to The Neon Rose. I haven’t been back since. I keep imagining Thalia’s perfect round ass bending over behind the bar.
I can’t get the image out of my mind.
The way she looked up at me every time she leaned forward and slowly wiped the bartop down will be forever imprinted on my brain. I can’t stop thinking about the way her tits spilled out of her fucking shirt. It had me drooling like the dog I know I am. She’s a fucking tease, and I’m sure she knows how much I love what she does. How will I ever go back and be able to get my fucking work done?
Fuck, I would love to see her look at me like that again. She was so damn enticing. Just imagining those hazel eyes of hers looking up at me while her mouth is around my cock with my fingers entangled in her curls has my skin going hot.
I can’t help but wonder what she is doing right now.
She’s probably at her apartment, alone.Fuck,I hope to God she is alone. I picture her scrolling through her phone, addingphotos of herself to her many social media pages. Maybe she’s listening to another episode of our show. Thinking about it has my mind racing.
Maybe she’s folding laundry or cleaning her apartment. I bet she’s doing whatever the hell women do, painting her nails or something like that. What do women call it, self-care or some shit? Maybe there is a part of me that already knows what she does. My cock twitches at the thought.
I envision the way her face turns red when she looks up at me. I can make her cheeks flush like that again and again. My cock fits firmly in my hand while I stand in my shower under the hot water. The image of the color coming to her pale skin is at the forefront of my mind.
I imagine her slender hands wrapped around the silver cocktail shaker. The way she holds a kitchen appliance has me fantasizing about it wrapped around my dick. I could watch the way she moves her hands for fucking hours. My eyes would follow them as they move past her chest to her inner thighs, then, finally, finding her clit. Who the hell am I kidding? I would gladly participate.
How inappropriate it would be if I fucked a subscriber to my podcast? I’ve fucked broads I met online, but this is different. It’s not like picking up someone off one of those dating apps or sending them a message on Instagram. This girl listens to me talk daily. I could get her to listen closely to all of the things I would say. I would tell her so many things, so manyfucked up dirty things.
My mind goes back to the fantasy of her alone, seeing myself standing in front of her bed as she sits naked with her back against her headboard. “Spread your legs for me, Sweetheart,” I instruct in a low, breathy voice. “Spread your legs so I can see what youdo when you listen to me. I want you to show me what you do when you fuck yourself to the sound of my voice.” Her long, loose curls sit just above her perfect pale breasts. Her hazel eyes stare into mine under her luscious eyelashes.
Her hands trace the middle of her chest and slowly move down to between her perfect, thick thighs. I watch as her black painted nails stop right where I want them to be.
“That’s it, Sweetheart, just like that. Show me, Thalia.” She slowly moves her fingers over her clit. “What do I do to you when you’re alone?” A soft whimper escapes her lips as she begins to pick up speed. I move my hand at the base of my cock, gripping myself and moving slowly at first and then speeding up, moving along with the fantasy.
“Fuck, Thalia.” I moan softly. I picture her fingers moving from her clit to her needy pussy. She stares at me as she pushes one in at first. “Add another. I want to make sure that pussy is ready for me,” I tell her. We watch each other closely as she does as I ask. “Good girl. Just like that.”
She lets out another small sound, and her breathing picks up. “That’s it, Sweetheart.” I move my hand up and down my length faster and faster until the black tile in my shower resembles a Jackson Pollock painting.Fuck, I need to see her.
I stand under the hot water, tilting my head back and allowing the water to soak my coal colored hair. It drips onto my face when I turn towards the shower head. Small drops of water collect in my beard. They slowly fall to the black and silver tile. Bracing myself with my hand against the wall as I wash my thoughts of Thalia down the drain. The water slides down the back of my neck and the tattoos on my back. Images of her enter my mind again.
I think of her here with me. The vision of water dripping down her soaked curls and over her breasts has my mind racing once again. There are so many things I would do to her perfect body in this shower. Thinking about water dripping off her tits onto her flat stomach makes my cock hard again. These fantasies of Thalia are fucking great, but I need the real thing. I need to seeher.
The squeaking from the knobs almost echoes in the bathroom when I turn off the water in the shower. My phone buzzes against my nightstand as I enter my room from my adjoining bathroom. I walk out of the shower and wrap my black towel around my waist with one hand and check my phone with the other. Nothing too exciting, just another Instagram notification.
On second thought, that could be Thalia updating me and her other devoted followers on her current whereabouts.
Naturally, I click on the notification.
There are several direct messages from fans who watch the show, but I can get back to them tomorrow. They’re most likely making suggestions for future episodes, nothing Alan can’t handle. As if she’s my new addiction, I begin looking on my feed to see if I can find any news on Thalia’s plans for the night.
There it is.
After only a few seconds of scrolling, a new story update appears at the top of my phone screen, and it looks like there are a few.
“You’ve been busy, Sweetheart. I knew you couldn’t help yourself. I can always count on you to show me what I want to see.” I tease the woman on the screen, as if she can hear me.
Thalia begins by showing her followers her outfit choice for the evening. My eyes scan over her short black leather skirt, fishnets,and boots. Her camera moves over to what would be a sad excuse for a shirt, butfuck, I’m not complaining.
