Remi:And mine?
Gage: Stress relief.
Remi:Straight to the point…
Gage: Would you rather I dance around my demands?
Remi:Actually, no. This kind of makes it easier.
Gage: Tell me what you look like.
Remi:You said that didn’t matter.
Gage: Well, it matters at this very moment to my cock, which is dripping pre-cum.
Remi:Oh…
Gage: If that bothers you, then perhaps this isn’t the arrangement for you.
Remi:I don’t know what it makes me feel. Curious, perhaps. What exactly do you like in a woman?
Gage: Tits, so tell me about yours.
Remi:They’re a 34C.
Gage: Perfect.
I like how she’s opening up to me. Making the best out of a very bad situation.
And yes, it is very bad, because I am not at all a good man.
Gage: What color is your hair?
Remi:Blonde, grown out to the middle of my back. I’m roughly five-foot-four, one hundred twenty pounds. I’m the very definition of average.
Every word she’s saying is sexy as hell, perhaps because she’s suddenly become so tangible to me.
Remi:I’ve never even kissed a boy.
Gage: Soon, you’ll get to do a lot more than kiss.
Remi:Are you like…good at it?
Gage: It depends on what you like.
Remi:I don’t know what I like. Tell me what you’re like in bed.
Gage: I’m proportionate to my six-foot-five frame, which means I’m huge.
Remi:Do you think that matters?
Gage: It might.
Remi: Do you even care if I like it?
Gage: I’ll get off whether you enjoy it or not.
Remi:Why do you have to be such an asshole?