Page 28 of The Power Play

“Hi,” I can hear the nervousness in my voice. Even though I’m not looking at her or Lacey, for some reason this feels more intimate and vulnerable.

“Congratulations on the win,” her voice is breathy and sexy, like how she speaks as Lacey. It’s not that she changes her voice, but she’s more seductive as her alter ego.

“Thanks,” I pause, debating if I should say the next words that end up coming out of my mouth, “I think I deserve a reward for my goal.”

Her soft giggle goes straight to my cock, instantly hardening for her. “I agree, and you’ll get it, but I want some answers first.”

I should’ve known there was more to her dangling the recording in front of me, and yet I’ll answer any question she has so I can see it.

“What questions do you have?”

“Why’d you walk away the other night?”

I run my hand down my face. I should’ve known these were the type of questions she’d want an answer to. I give her partial honesty.

“I was nervous,” I say, simply.

“Nervous about what?”

“About going any further with you.”

She’s quiet for a moment and I check to see if the call is still connected.

“Are you a virgin?” she asks, the words are rushed like she had to get them out all at once.

I laugh. “No, I’m not a virgin.”

Not far off from one, though.I don’t say that. I’m not the most experienced, but I’m also not going to divulge more information than she asks about.

“Then why were you so nervous?” she wonders.

“It’s been a while,” I answer honestly.

“So did you forget how it works or something?” she jokes.

I chuckle, “No, I definitely remember how it works.”

She’s quiet on the other end of the phone and I’m not sure if she hung up or is just weighing her next words. “Did you want to fuck me that night?”

Even though they shouldn’t, her words surprise me and I’m unsure how to answer. If I say yes, then she might freak out and want to leave my house again thinking this was my plan the whole time. If I say no, she might be embarrassed about everything.

I decide to go with the truth, “Yes.”

“Hm,” she hums and I’m not sure what that means. “I guess I’ll see you when you get back then.”

I’m so confused. “Wait,” I start, but she’s already hung up. It doesn’t take long before there’s a video in my messages on the cam app. When I open it, I see the screenshot ofLacey, she has a small smile on her face, knees together in front of her on the couch. Onmycouch. I know before even opening the video it’s going to be the death of me.

My suspicions are confirmed when I start it and it begins right before my goal, like she cut this clip special for me already. I fist my cock through my clothes, I won’t jerk off to this, no matter how much I want to, but fuck am I already painfully hard.

Laceyis wearing her signature mask as she looks straight ahead to where I know the TV is. Her lingerie is simple, almost casual and it might be one of my favorite things I’ve seen her wear. Aside from the normal shirt and shorts she wore the other day when I got an in-person show. She’s in a tank top that is completely lace, but not as tight as a corset thing I’ve seen her wear. And the boy shorts she has on are also a matching black lace as the top. Her hair is, again, not in a wig but it’s pulled back in a small ponytail that looks perfect to tug on.

I turn the volume up on the video so I can hear the commentary from the game.

Mann on the breakaway.

Mann shoots.

Mann scores!

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