“Guess you’ll have to take that ridiculous bra off to find out,” I tell her. I wouldn’t call myself an expert on lingerie, but it doesn’t seem to be doing any of the things a bra’s supposed to do.
“You didn’t give me the options,” she reminds me with a pouty tone.
“Fine. Strip, truth or dare, brat?”
“Strip.”
I blink, not that she can see me. She doesn’t move and we’re locked in a strange stand-off for a second. “Take your bra off,” I repeat pointedly.
“Okay,” she sing-songs, reaching behind herself. I rub a hand over my mustache to push back a smile at her button-pushing.
“Mmm, fuck. Those pretty tits have been on my mind non-stop since the first time I saw them,” I tell her honestly. I’d jacked off more in the past three weeks than I had in the last thirty-two years thinking about the little barbells running through her rosy nipples.
She pinches and tugs at them, tiny little gasps escaping her full lips, making it impossible not to press the heel of my hand against my hard cock.
“My turn. Strip, truth or dare?”
“Truth,” I say, knowing what she’d dare me to do if I chose it.
I expected her to huff, but it seems she wanted me to pick that just as badly as she wants to dare me to turn my camera on. “What’s your name?”
“Nah,” I reply, reaching over my shoulder to tug my shirt over my head.
She must be able to hear the fabric rustling through the camera because she whines. “That’s not fair. Your camera’s not on and I can’t see you stripping!”
“Life’s not fair, princess. No one’s ever told you that?”
She scoffs. “Yeah, I’m aware.” Her voice sounds so jaded, I immediately feel like shit. I open my mouth to apologize, but she changes the subject before I can. “Your turn, cheater.”
“I’m not sure how I’m cheating when I’m just playing by the rules you set down, but alright. Strip, truth or dare?”
“Truth,” she says in a tone that implies she’s trying to get me back.
“Where are you from? Just the state is fine,” I amend before she can argue.
“Why? Gonna come find me, Rancher?”
I feel stupid for not realizing she’d jump to that conclusion. Even though she’d made her voice sound teasing, I’m sure that’s a very real concern of hers in this line of work.
“Nah, you just remind me of someone, is all,” I tell her. It barely makes sense, but I’ve got this gut feeling that won’t be ignored. Red has a bellybutton piercing, a bratty attitude, and red hair, but even a combination of the three can’t be all that rare. I must still be projecting.
She hums again. She does that a lot when she wants to buy time or seem detached, I think. I wonder how much of this woman I’m stupidly drawn to is an act. “I’ll give you that I’m near the mountains, but that’s all you’re going to get from me.”
“There’s a lot of mountains in the world.”
“There are, aren’t there?”
I grin at the impasse, not that she can see it. I’ll leave it alone for now. Besides, I know exactly which mountains she means, because even though at least fifteen states bordered one mountain or another, there was really only one range people referred to as ‘the mountains’.
But even if shewasnear the Rockies, like I’m guessing she is, that could be one of six states, including mine. That didn’t mean anything.
“I think that means you’ve gotta strip for me, baby. I asked for the state, not sass.”
She growls in irritation at drawing the short straw again, slipping her thumbs underneath her panties and pulling them down her thick thighs. I’ve fantasized about those thighs on my shoulders just as many times as I’ve pictured sucking on her tits.
She tosses the panties off camera and spreads her thighs without any fanfare. I don’t even try to hide my groan over how fucking gorgeous her cunt is.
“Truth or dare?” she demands with a bite in her tone that belies her typical coo. I’ve noticed she doesn’t speak to me the way she speaks to the other men who subscribe to her. Boys, she calls them, and they eat it right up. She always starts the show trying to coo at me the same way, but it always ends with her fighting the urge to obey me.
