Once upon a time, there was a man called Daniel. Daniel was in his early 40’s, lived in San Francisco, worked in a fancy finance office and wore a suit to work every day. Daniel also loved to spend many an afternoon at the office with his door locked.
What sketchy tomfoolery was Daniel up to while he was on the clock, might you ask?
Daniel may have been a boss, but that didn’t mean he followed all the rules. In fact, Daniel liked to live on the edge. Because if he didn’t, why would he lock his office door every afternoon and lower his voice?
In fact, Daniel’s fancy job could have vanished in an instant, had his boss known what he was doing behind closed doors.
Daniel was indulging in one of his favorite vices: Cam girls.
Specifically, me.
On the other side of his webcam, I sat, fully clothed in a red lace teddy and matching bathrobe, while Daniel…well, let’s just say he wasn’t wearing pants.
While this charade was going down, Daniel would also, with a full force that was palpable from across the computer screen (but somehow still super quiet) tell me in full detail of his ultimate fantasy:
He wanted to take me to dinner at a gorgeous 5 star restaurant. At this fantasy dinner, he wanted me to wear a TINY microdress suitable for a strip club and 7 inch heels.
He would go on to tell me how much he adored “bimbo” girls who dressed like that in public, and how that dinner would just be THE SLUTTIEST DINNER EVER.
LITERALLY those words.
So I would basically repeat over and over again, during our 20ish minute cam sessions, how “UNBELIEVABLY SLUTTY THIS DINNER WOULD BE.”
In fact, it would be the SLUTTIEST, KINKIEST DINNER MAN HAS EVER KNOWN.
The more I said, “slutty dinner,” the more he would beg me to say it again.
So I’d continue to tell him “HOW SLUTTY MY DRESS WAS AND HOW MUCH OF A BIMBO I AM AND HOW UNBELIEVABLY SLUTTY THIS DINNER WAS. BY FAR THE SLUTTIEST DINNER I’VE EVER HAD!”
At which he would finish the task at hand.
All over his keyboard.
The last time I ever heard from Daniel?
He called me to inform me he was driving his new sports car down the coast, on his way to a nice dinner (I wondered if it was a slutty one).
But that wasn’t all.
On his way to dinner, while driving his new whip, Daniel was also…driving his new whip.
As in, beating his meat.
While he was going 70MPH down a major highway.
And of course he wanted to get ME on the phone so I could have a front row seat to…
that (????)
So, I spent the duration of his journey to the dinner (I was REAL curious as to who this man hung out with in real life) on the phone with Daniel, yelling at how “UNBELIEVABLY SLUTTY HIS DINNER WOULD BE AND HOW IT BETTER NOT BE SLUTTIER THAN THE FANTASY DINNER I WOULD HAVE WITH HIM LATER BECAUSE I WOULD BE UPSET.”
I’m assuming Daniel got his rocks off, because eventually I heard a click.
And then I never heard from him again.
I hope he at least made it to that dinner.
welp.
xo, al