“Yeah, just a new request.”
“A request for what?”Violet asked, her innocence leading her to misunderstand the context of what we were talking about.
“A subscriber wants me to jack off in the shower while using a toy on myself,” I said, not sugarcoating it one bit for her.
Her eyes widened as she blinked a few times before cocking her head to the side and looking at me.
“Oh.”
Her lips pursed into the cutestOshape as she thought about it.
“Is that something you do?”
“Jacking off in the shower?Yeah,” I said with a nod.
“No, the umm...the...toy...thing.”
I ran my tongue over my lower lip, considering how to answer her.I knew that I needed to work on getting myself out of the hole I had been digging with her, but that felt impossible.Besides, I had already told her she could ask me anything, so I wasn’t going to deny her questions now.
“Sometimes.Toys can be really fun.What about you?Do you like toys?”
I knew I shouldn’t have asked it after it already came out of my mouth, but I also didn’t regret asking.It wasn’t like I was asking her to show me.It was a simple question that followed the one she had asked me.
Her face turned crimson as she lowered her eyes and fixated on her baked potato.
“I...umm...”She stopped and cleared her throat, still refusing to look at us.“I’ve never used one before.”
I gripped my beer tightly, bringing it to my lips to take a drink as I processed that interesting bit of information.While it was none of my business, I couldn’t help but wonder what else Violet hadn’t tried before, and more importantly, what kind of things she might be interested in if she decided to try something new.
Twelve
Violet
Three weeks had passedsince I’d started staying with Enzo and Asher, and over those three weeks, my attraction to them had only grown stronger.I tried to throw myself into work, picking up extra shifts and lying about needing the extra money, when in reality, I didn’t trust myself to be alone with them anymore.While they hadn’t done anything wrong, I was so sexually frustrated that I didn’t want to embarrass myself by coming on to them, only to find out they weren’t interested.
Sure, they flirted shamelessly with me, but I didn’t let that go to my head.They were naturally nice, and sometimes, that niceness could be mistaken for flirting.Yeah, they also constantly found a way to touch me, whether it was a gentle hand on my lower back or a random brush of their leg against mine under the table, but again, it didn’t mean anything.
