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“That’s fair, Atley.” I know she can see how tense that made me, so I push on in the only way I can help. “I would if I could, but I know you’ll run for the hills if you ever see my face.”
Her eyebrows furrow. “That’s a pretty rude assumption. Not all humans are thatshallow, okay? I don’t care what you look like, if that’s what you’re worried about.”
That’s not what I meant, but I can’t admit that. Instead I’ll have to use those manipulative tactics that have gotten me this far in life. Yeah, she’d hate me if she knew the whole truth.
“I guess it has more to do with how I feel about myself than how you might feel about my looks. I didn’t mean to offend you.”
It works, she softens. “I know this is complicated. I’ll take whatever pieces of you you’re willing to give, okay? I won’t push.”
Nodding, I try and think of things I can tell her without giving too much away, and I realize there are more than I thought. I can’t share my name, face or family information, but I can share me. Atley doesn’t know that much about me these days, so this is her chance to learn. Sort of.
“My eyes are blue,” I share. It’s more than I should, but that color is common enough, and they’re such a dark shade of blue most people in real life think they’re black unless they see them under a light. “You know my favorite candy, and um... I’m left handed.” I write with both perfectly fine, and most people don’t know that about me so I’m sure she remembers her step-brother being righthanded. Hopefully. “The motorcycle in my videos isn’t mine. I have one, but the one I share with the public is actually my neighbor’s. He works nights so I feed and let his dog out as a payment to borrow his bike for my videos just in case someone recognizes it. Does that make me sound paranoid?”
“A little,” she laughs. “But I don’t blame you. People are weirdos, you know? Especially horny ones.”
She’s laughing now so I must be on the right track. I almost wish she could see me smiling too. “Horny people definitely get pretty bold. I had this one lady in my DM’s begging me to get her pregnant. She’s never even seen my face, and yet she said she’d pay for it and after I ignored her for a month she left a message that she’d break in and take it. Good thing she didn’t know how to find me, huh?”
“Jesus,” she hisses. “What the fuck is wrong with people? I mean, I can’t say I haven’t thought some fucked up things, but I was too embarrassed to even comment on most of your videos let alone DM you sexual assault threats. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. It comes with the territory, imagine how women feel in the sex industry.I’m sure I have it easy compared to them. Don’t be embarrassed though, I want to hear those fucked up thoughts.”
Her cheeks heat up. “They’re just the usual thoughts, I think. I’m not as creative as my comment suggests.”
“I beg to differ. You got real creative with that toy yesterday.”
“That’s different. I just did what I thought would feel good, and what I thought would turn you on. I guess I was right,” she smirks. “What about you? Any fantasies other than breeding people in the nighttime?”
“Breedingyouin the nighttime, you mean. My dick knows what it wants and it’s you, Atley.” I grin as she squirms and bites her lip, then give her a little more of me. “A fantasy I’ve had for a while though is a glory hole.”
Atley’s eyes dance with curiosity. “A glory hole? Do you want that with me specifically too?”
“I want to do everything I can with you,” I admit. “Glory hole included. Have you ever?”
“I’ve seen a couple, but no. I can’t say I have.” She licks her lips. “Have you? Like is this a fantasy you’re looking to repeat or a brand new one?”
Something tells me she’d be jealous if I had, but luckily I don’t have to lie here. “It’s an old fantasy, but no, I’ve never done it. Would you try it for me?”
“Yes.”
The word is out practically before I finish asking, and my breath catches in my throat. She just agreed to meet a stranger for actual anonymous sex. A stranger!
No. Not a stranger... me. Yes, she doesn’t know that, but it’s still me. I really need to keep my cool before she goes to someone else for these things and then I have to commit murder. Get a fucking grip, Ronan.
“Yeah?” I clear my throat and try again, this time sounding less like a simp. “Yeah? Just for me?”
“If it’s the only way I can feel you, then yes.” She sounds so certain, it makes my chest tighten. “When? Where?”
Now.
“When are you available?”
She makes a show of checking her smart watch. “Today, all this week after work, next weekend... I don’t have much of a social life outside of my roommate, her boyfriend and my step-brother.”
Me either, but I can’t say that. “How about tonight? I can send you the addressfor the one I’ve heard of, but I need to go scope it out first.”
And sanitize the hell out of it, but that goes without saying.
“Will you tell me your first name? Or at least something I can call you that isn’t Nightbreed?”
