And with cum dripping down her body, she smiles for the cameras.
Fuck. The fucking cameras. I can feel them flashing as they capture my handiwork for all eternity.
It’s not just the photographers. The television networks were filming this. They were gonna put this on the fucking local news. Maybe 15 seconds. Talk about how romance as a genre was becoming its own force within the book world. How it wasn’t just about erotica anymore. How it was a real high brow literary genre. Well, no way they can put this on the local news. Maybe they can sell it to Vivid Video or another porn distributor?
There's only one thing to do in this situation. I bend down and pick up Susan’s thong. She looks at me and I take it and wipe my cock. It’s slimy with our juices.
Now both sisters look at me with undisguised shock. I pull up my pants, and aware that I have an audience in the millions, zip up.
I toss the thong over to Susan.
It falls to the floor with a THWACK. It’s so filled with juices it’s seeping.
Then I turn toward the authors.
Nearly everyone has their cell phones up. They’re filming. To post on Twitter. Facebook. Google. Show their kids. Show their friends. Prove that they were here.
I do the only thing I fucking can think of in this situation.
I take a bow. An elegant, graceful bow.
And then I straighten up.
“I’m Aidan Stone, male cover model. You can find me on Instagram, folks,” I say. And wait.
It takes a full five seconds and then I hear it.
One lone person clapping.
Then another. And another.
And finally another.
Until there are tables that burst out in applause. Some even stand up to give me an ovation.
What the fuck are they clapping for? Why would they be celebrating what I just fucking did?
Because people are fucking sheep. Put a lot of them together and you can manipulate them like animals.
Alyssa, and now Susan, are staring at me. They’re not sure what to make of this.
But I’m done with them. I toss Susan back her black lace thong, which is dripping with my cum, and turn around to walk off the stage as the applause and ovation continues.
If you think this was insane, and you can't believe it, then welcome to my life.
But if you liked what you saw, and want to see where it goes, you’re in for a ride, babe.
All you’re gonna have to do is flip the page.
Set foot into a world that’ll defy reality.
It’ll make you wet. It’ll make you moan.
You’ll pant.
But it’ll be the best fucking ride of your life.
Think you can hold on?