Gage: I’m sorry, would you like pretty lies?
Remi:I just want you to care even a little bit. Promise that you’ll make it good for me.
Gage: I have no intention of making it good for you.
Remi:So, you’re just going to fuck me with no regard for whether I like it?
Gage: This was always meant to be transactional. From the very beginning, I made that clear.
Remi:I’d like to renegotiate.
Annoyed, I put my dick away and sit up in bed.
Gage: What the fuck do you want? Flowers? A goddamn box of chocolates?
Remi:An orgasm.
I laugh so hard I nearly drop the receiver.
Gage: You expect me to give you an orgasm?
Remi:How are you at all surprised by this? You expect it from me?
Gage: Yes, and I’m providing a service in exchange for said orgasms.
Remi:Is it so fucking terrible? Seriously? To care even a little bit whether I’m enjoying myself?
Gage: The thought of you squirming in discomfort while I’m fucking you is actually a turn-on.
Remi:I’m not saying it has to be every time. But at least before my first time I’d like an orgasm. It’ll help get me ready.
Gage: On one condition.
Remi:I’m listening.
Gage: Physical punishment is on the table.
The line goes dead for a solid minute, then a sharp crackle sounds.
Remi:What do you mean by that?
Gage: If you disobey me, I get to turn your little rear from white to red.
Remi:You realize how deeply disturbed that is, don’t you?
Gage: Take the orgasm off the table and consider your ass saved.
Remi:I’ve had a lot of hope pinned on that orgasm. That it’s somehow worth everything I’m going through.
For a moment, I forget what we are. It’s almost like we’re talking back long ago, when the world wasn’t so terrible.
She’s a hard girl not to like, and I can’t say I’m not excited to please her.
But that could complicate matters.
Gage: How about, I’ll give you time to rub one out before go time.
Remi:I want it to be special. You know, coming from you, the man who’s taking my virginity.