Page 28 of My Rules

“What? Why?”

“Because then I can spy on our competitors and see what kind of photos they’re uploading. Who’s the highest-grossing model and stuff like that.”

“What kind of photos they’re uploading—what does that even mean?”

“I don’t know, but if you need a cock in your photos, I volunteer mine,” he replies, distracted by his phone.

I roll my eyes as I begin to get my stilettos out of my closet. “I will not need a cock in my photos. Didn’t you learn anything from Michael’s demise?”

“Apparently not.” He reads on his phone. “And besides, he’s a loser. It says here you need a profile name.”

“Hmm.” I keep retrieving all my shoes. “Like what?”

“I don’t know, something sexy, I guess.” He thinks for a moment. “What about Pinkie Hoe?”

“What?” I screw up my face.

“You know, instead of Pinkie Toe—Pinkie Hoe.”

“Oh my god,” I scoff. “That is the worst name of all time.”

“Sole Sucker?” He shrugs.

“Sole Sucker?”

“You know, the sole of your foot, and it sucks.”

“If you think a foot should suck, you’re perverted.”

“The evidence does suggest that.”

“Can we add the name bit later?”

“Yeah, I guess. It has to be good. We really need to nail the name.”

“Hmm.” I put my hands on my hips. “Okay, so what do we do now?”

“Ahh.” He sits up and looks around. “Let’s start with some naked foot photos, I guess.”

“You mean just feet photos?”

“Naked sounds better.” He smiles.

“How do you want me?”

“I’ve been waiting for you to say that to me for years now.”

“Will you behave?” I smirk. “Are you ever serious?”

“Not if I can help it.” He gets down onto the floor and lies on his back as he holds his big, chunky camera toward me. “Walk toward me.”

I slowly walk toward him, and he begins to snap away.

“Turn back around and walk the other way.” He keeps taking photos. “Now step over me.”

“You’re not taking photos of my vagina, Blake.”

“That plan worked perfectly in my head.” He keeps snapping away. “Curl your toes up as if they are wrapped around a cock.”

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