Page 38 of Tainted Princess
Lexi jerked so hard, the chair she was sitting on fell backwards, sending her and her keyboard crashing to the floor with a shout. I raced around the desk to help her up, but she was already scrambling to her feet, righting the chair as fast as she could while also staring at me like I was from another planet.
“You’re fuckin’ with me.”
“No.”
“You have to be. There is no way Enzo would marry you.”
I frowned, wondering just what was so wrong with me that Lexi found my marriage to her boss so unbelievable. I mean, I knew I likely wasn’t his type—and judging from the women he surrounded himself with on a daily basis, I clearly wasn’t—but was I so undesirable that the thought of him actually marrying me was completely baffling to the outside observer?
Lexi noted my frown, and her face softened. “Oh, honey, no. That’s not what I meant at all.”
I stiffened. “I don’t know what—”
“Yes, you do. And no, I don’t.”
“Don’t what?”
“I don’t think you are beneath Enzo in any way. Not even in the slightest. If anything, it’s the other way around.”
“What do you mean?” Giuseppe had assured me that Enzo was a good man, mafia ties not withstanding. But, for all his words of praise, Giuseppe didn’t actually spend much time with his son, so really, what did his opinion matter in the long run? For all he knew, the man was a drug-addled reprobate who spent all his time and money on hookers and blow.
Actually, for that matter, he really could be. The short time I had known him wasn’t really long enough to get a measure on who Enzo was as a man.
But Lexi was thinking along totally different lines than I was.
“What I mean is, you are clearly a bright, mature, well put together young woman. You’re classy, and sophisticated, and seriously sexy in an understated way. The kind of sexy that sneaks up on you when you’re not looking and just goes right for the fuckin’ jugular, you know? And while Enzo is objectively a good-looking man who could have his pick of any skank in the club, I have a feeling that you’re going to knock his socks off, and I am so very here for it.”
The glee in her expression was enough to have me laughing. “Well, I guess we’ll see, won’t we?”
“Oh, honey. This is gonna be such a ride!”
After that, I steered Lexi back around to talking about the business, and I was right in my assumption that she knew just about everything there was to know about it.
“Taste of Edenis, for all intents and purposes, a porn website. But it’s porn on an entirely new level. Everything here is completely interactive. See? Like this.” She directed my gaze to one of the screens in front of her which showcased a pretty blonde girl with pigtails, wearing only a set of rainbow striped knee high socks and a neon pink thong, her perky breasts on full display for the entire internet to appreciate. “Each of our performers is set up with a stage name and a booth. She can choose to dress however she wants, she can choose the toys, the tricks, the pace of the event, everything. The clients log in over here, and this is where they interact with the performers.” Lexi drew my attention to the right of the screen where there was a scrolling chat window. The words were coming in pretty quickly, but I could see there was varying content to each chat posting. Some of the clients were asking the girl—Kiki, if the name at the top of the screen was accurate—how her day was going and what she got up to on the weekend. There were other clients who were just jumping right to the heart of it, with one man boldly asking her to fist herself so he could watch, and my eyes bugged out at the thought.
“Now, the performer can choose to interact with anyone in her chat window, and they in turn can send in requests, likeThiccDaddy69over there with his constant desire to see a fist in a hoo-ha.” Lexi rolled her eyes, completely unfazed by the request, showing me just how common a sentence like that must come out of her mouth. I, on the other hand, was speechless. “I mean, he knows that there are only certain girls who like to do that shit, but sure enough, he makes the rounds every day, asking everyone on the site if they will go ahead and stuff their own chimney for him. You’d think he’d get bored, but, alas, he does not.” She winked at me and kept going. “So, once the performer receives a suggestion, she can choose to either accept or decline the action. You see down here?” She pointed out a set of boxes along the bottom of the screen. “Those are the bids. So, if a suggestion comes in, the performer can move it from the chat window to the auction block here at the bottom. Once she entertains the idea, clients can see which things she is willing to do in her show, and then the bidding starts.”
I watched as one of the boxes on Kiki’s screen, one that asked for her to deep throat a large dildo, started to flash. Each time the box flashed, the dollar amount inside went up.
“So, as more and more clients bid on the action, the total for the item gets higher. When it’s either at the point where Kiki thinks she’s earned a fair price for the action, or when the money stops coming in and the clients start to bug out, taking their bids with them, she then clicks on the auction block, and completes the suggested action. Once the action is complete, whatever money was placed in the bid box gets deposited directly to her bank account, minus a cut for the company, of course. There are also the monthly fees that each member pays to play with varying levels of access for different prices.” Lexi finished her explanation with a flourish, leaning back in her chair and lacing her fingers behind her head. “It’s pretty genius.”
“I agree,” I replied, but I was completely distracted by the screen in front of me. I watched, riveted, as Kiki went ahead and clicked the box for the mighty dildo deep throat. Try as I might, I couldn’t tear my eyes away as the adorable blonde woman smiled seductively at the camera, then proceeded to hold up an alarmingly large purple dildo, complete with flared crown and life-like veins. And then, well, Kiki went ahead and earned every penny in that bid box, that’s for sure.
“Holy shit,” I breathed, awed and slightly intimidated.
“I know, right?”
Shaking my head, I turned from the scene that I would never forget for the rest of my life and looked back at Lexi. “I’m assuming that you are the brains behind this whole operation. The puppet master, so to speak.”
“Well,” she shrugged. “The concept itself was Enzo’s, of course. But once he told me what he was hoping to do, I was the one who developed the software for the site, the bids, and the interactive mainframe, so…kind of?”
Her blush was adorable.
“And,” I pressed on, “I’m also assuming that the majority of your clients are men.”
“For the most part, yes. We get a little traffic from women, but they are mostly just curious. Either that, or they found our site on their husband’s browser history and they feel the need to send me a strongly worded email.” She rolled her eyes. I could only imagine the things she’d seen.
“And what kind of services do you offer for women?”
