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He had gone from wanting to ruin her to enjoying the sight of her. Thanks to him, of course, for recognizing her potential and forcing her to act upon it.

Mamba didn’t waste too much more time with niceties. She appreciated that about him, that he was so truly his own self at all times. “Get out of my chair and go sit on the couch. I’ll bring you your script. We still have a video to film.”

Chapter twenty-one

Open your mouth

Anotherday,anothervideo.

Even while Charlotte had that thought, she had a feeling this day wasn’t going to be like the others before it. And that was because she had a plan. Well, a burgeoning hint of a plan.

A suggestion.

A request, really.

Mamba let her in and took her to his studio, as per usual. He handed her a script with his usual neutral expression, clearly expecting more of the same for the day. He must have thought that she had expended all her adventurousness the day prior. She was going to prove him wrong, she hoped. Either that or she would be playing right into his expectations, as per usual. She really didn’t mind. It was nice to have a man who knew enough about her that he didn’t have to be goaded into believing her ideas were his. He took charge.

He had always taken charge.

“Take a few minutes to look over your script,” he told her.

Charlotte accepted the script. She didn’t look at it. “Mamba?”

He paused while in the middle of turning away from her, eyebrows slightly arched in displeasure. “What do you want?”

Her stomach twisted, a combination of nervousness and excitement. “May I make a suggestion for a video to do today instead?”

He scowled at her, black eyes as sharp as steel. “You think you, a worthless cunt, are capable of handling your own video ideas so soon?”

She swallowed hard, ashamed of herself. Her pussy tingled to be dominated by him, his indomitable personality. “No, sir. Never mind. I’m sorry.”

He sighed at her. “As you’re already wasting our time, you may as well get on with it. What do you want? What’s this idea of yours?”

“I want to keep being a source of education for my followers and subscribers,” she blurted out, afraid that at any moment he would shut her down. “But I can’t teach if I don’t learn. I was wondering if you could… teach me… something?”

He ran his eyes over her naked, glistening body. She had once again gotten naked right in the parking lot in front of her apartment and had played with herself the entire drive. Thanks to the occasional bit of rough traffic, she’d sometimes had to put both hands back on the wheel. That meant her pussy-fucking hand had to get involved, smearing her juices on the steering wheel, and dripping them on her thighs and stomach. It had been such a fun accidental discovery that she had begun to do it on purpose, rubbing her juices on her stomach and breasts until she was covered in them almost all the way up to her neck. She looked, and smelled, like such a slut.

“What?” he asked, in his bored hiss.

“Teach me how to suck a cock so I can tell the girls. Please teach me how. Put your cock in my mouth and tell me what to do.”

Mamba shook his head at her and for one heart-wrenching, disappointing moment, she thought that meant he was denying her. “Are you such a useless bitch you can’t figure out what to do when a cock is in your mouth?”

“Yes,” she agreed. “I’m a useless dumb bitch. I want to be a better slut for you.”

“At least you know your place now,” he growled. He dropped one hand to his pants, undid the button and pulled the zipper down.

Her disappointment dissolved into a fizzle of excitement as she realized what he was doing. Though she knew little about the act itself, she did have some idea of where she should be in relation to him. She dropped to her knees in front of him and waited, staring eagerly at his crotch.

Mamba reached in and pulled out his cock. He was half-erect, though stiffening all the while. “Hold my cock,” he commanded, and let himself loose. His member arched against his thigh, a pulsating length of rigid flesh.

Charlotte reached for him, trembling like a person might reach out to try and touch a wild animal. Her fingers grazed his cock. His skin was surprisingly soft, almost delicate in texture, like the soft skin high up on her inner thigh, but stretched over the substantial and hardening length of manhood. She curled her fingers around him, letting him rest on her palm. She started to explore him with her hand.

Mamba grabbed the back of her head in his hand, digging his nails into her scalp. “This isn’t a handjob,” he snapped. “We aren’t dating. I don’t care if you get familiar with me or not. You’re here to learn how to fuck.”

She froze, startled, her hand unmoving in an attempt to keep him from getting angrier with her.

“Put my cock in your mouth, bitch.”

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