LustMechanic: Bliss
DarkRoomDante: Bliss
One by one, they roll in.
I can’t hold it off any longer. My climax rips through me—raw, breathless, beautiful. I throw my head back, letting the euphoria take over.
I collapse back against the pillows, my breath coming in shallow, satisfied waves. The toy slips from my hand and lands on the floor with a hard thud. I don’t move to cover myself. They like this part—the aftermath. The rawness. Maybe even more than the buildup.
The chat is exploding with messages. I don’t need to look at it to know. It’s always the same. The viewers begging for more. I can’t help but grin, lips parting slightly as I lift my hand to wipe the hair from my face, and double check that my mask is firmly in place before sitting up.
“Good night sweeties,” I murmur into the lens, my voice still heavy with pleasure. “You made me feel so good tonight. I hope I did the same for you.”
I blow them a kiss, slow and sensual, watching as new messages continue to filter through. Some beg for another round. Some just want to worship me. Others are filthier—some names I’ve seen before, handles that come back night after night like loyal viewers to watch the show.
I reach out and end the stream. The red light fades to black and I sigh with relief. Another night.
Bending over, I pick up my discarded panties and slip them on, before picking up the bra. As much as I hate putting it on, I don’t want to walk out of here without it. I shut the laptop screenand unplug it from the charger, taking the time to place it in my bag. It’s the part I dread— lugging it, my toys, and my clothing around.
But why am I doing it? I think to myself. Mom is gone for the next two weeks. I can record my live shows at home, without worrying about her busting in on me. Suddenly, this whole eloping thing of hers became more appealing to me.
I’ve just finished dressing when I hear my phone vibrating against the wood table. Picking it up it’s a message from a number I’m not familiar with.
Unknown: Hey this is Roxy. Lorna gave me your number and explained to me about the calendar shoot and video. She said you needed a partner and as luck would have it, I’m available. I know she wants to start it in 2 weeks, but I figured we could meet and hang out before then.
Me: Hey. Yes. Absolutely. When is good for you? I just finished up a live show, so I’m available now if you are?
Me: Fuck, I’m sure you didn’t mean tonight.
Just then, a knock sounds at the door.
“One second,” I call out as I quickly make sure I’m fully dressed and make my way over. Roxy hasn’t replied, so I think I scared her off with my eagerness.
Taking hold of the handle, I pull the door open. “Oh—sorry, I thought I still had the room,” I rush out, but when I look up, I see a woman smiling at me. “I’ll just grab my stuff and be out of your way in a sec.”
She’s just smiling at me, a confident air about her I wish I had. Her cutoff denim shorts cling to her hips, frayed high enough to show off her tan, tone legs. Her top—if you could call it that—is little more than a strip of fabric stretched across her chest, leaving little to the imagination. Her long, wavy blonde hair cascades over her shoulders, and I can’t look away from her beauty. She’s stunning, and I can’t stop staring. Then it hits me. I’ve seen her before. She was the woman who came out of Lorna’s office.
I tell myself I’m not into girls, but the way she looks at me—like she already knows what I taste like—makes me question everything. Much like I did that day.
“You’re good, Bliss.” Huh. She knows my name. “Are you going to invite me in?” she asks, her accent thickly southern and as smooth as an aged whiskey.
“Umm, who are you?” I manage to stumble the words out.
“I figured this would be easier. I’m Roxy.” She squeezes her body between me and the door jamb to enter the room. “I watched your show tonight. It was good. You had them eating out of your hands.”
“Uh. Thanks.” Roxy is literally sex on a stick. She thought I was good.
“You’re welcome.” She drops down on the bed casually. In the very spot I was just sitting as I masturbated for everyone watching to see. She picks up the vibrator, turning it on in her hand as she runs it down the length of her thigh. “Come sit down beside me.” She pats the bed and I move toward her as if I’m caught in a trance.
Once I’m beside her, she angles her body to me, discarding the vibrator to take my hand. “Lorna told me this would be your first time partnering with someone.”
“It is.” Two words, but they feel like lead on my tongue.
“She also said this was your first time you’d be with a woman.”
I nod. “My boyfriend can’t do the shoot with me, and well… he doesn’t want me with a guy. He suggested a woman since I’m not attracted to them.” She smiles, her tongue sneaking out, sliding along her bottom lip.
“We want the video and the pictures to look real. As if being with me is an everyday occurrence. To do that, we need to get to know each other and, well, there’s no other way to say it than being blunt.” She pauses, as if I should know what she’s going to say. “We need to practice being together.”
