Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 32067 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 160(@200wpm)___ 128(@250wpm)___ 107(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32067 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 160(@200wpm)___ 128(@250wpm)___ 107(@300wpm)
But online dating is still a crapshoot, and who the fuck knows what’s out there? So my buddy and I always do Zoom calls before meeting in person because ladies these days are sly. They’re so good with filters and Photoshop that profile photos can be misleading. They’ll often have a straight nose, clear skin, and a slim figure, when actually, the women are so-so at best with oily skin, acne, and fifty extra pounds. Don’t get me wrong because my buddy and I appreciate girls with heft on their curves. We prefer a woman with big breasts, wide hips, and thick, meaty thighs, but the ladies who Photoshop often assume the opposite and whittle themselves down to string-bean proportions. No harm, no foul, but skinny chicks just aren’t our thing.
But I’m looking forward to tonight’s Zoom chat because Misty_18’s photo was breathtaking. As soon as I showed it to Barrett, my buddy nodded.
“Ping her,” he grunted. “Let’s set it up.”
After all, Misty_18 is gorgeous. She’s allegedly eighteen, with the innocent look of an untouched nymph. Her blonde hair was long and flowing in the photo, paired with big blue eyes, a pert nose, and a sweet smile. Plus, her body was bangin’. Don’t get me wrong because Misty_18 wasn’t wearing a skimpy bikini, the way most ladies online are. Instead, she was dressed in a blue sundress with short sleeves, a nipped in waist, and a modest hem. Still, it’s obvious that Misty’s curvaceous and sweet. Her big breasts pushed against the flowery fabric, and her thick thighs were lush and large beneath the material. The overall look is one of an untouched, innocent girl with the body of a vixen. The best combination, if you ask me.
But yes, we’re about to see if Misty_18 is who she really is, and as I seat myself in front of the laptop, I angle the camera to make sure Barrett’s not in the frame. There’s no sense in letting on that there’s two of us – at least, not at this moment.
“Ready?” I ask.
“Yeah,” he grunts, crossing his arms over his muscular chest. “Let’s check this chick out.”
I nod, and click onto Sweet Lies, before entering a private chatroom on the site. The screen’s still dark, so I do what’s expected of all clients. I pay the five hundred dollar fee, and the screen immediately lights up with a view of a small room with a yellow bedspread and a white wall decorated with a photo of a framed flower. All very sweet and innocent. But no one’s visible, so I call out.
“Hey Misty 18,” is my low growl. “Chris here. Or rather Mountain Man, if you want to call me that.”
There’s movement on the other side, and suddenly, a beautiful young woman materializes on screen. Yes, her photos are definitely accurate, and I hear Barrett inhale sharply from behind me. She’s gorgeous with long blonde hair tied in a ponytail, make-up free features, and a welcoming smile. At the moment, those luscious curves are hidden behind a pink satin robe, but her décolletage hints of big breasts and a generous figure.
“Hi,” the girl says in a melodious voice. “I’m Misty. And you said you’re Chris, right? I’m happy to call you Mountain Man if you want. Or “Daddy,” if that fits,” she adds with a mischievous giggle.
I hold both hands out in surrender even as my cock twitches.
“Sweetheart, you can call me anything you like. Mountain Man, Daddy, or Chris all work for me.”
Misty giggles again, peering at me from the screen.
“Are you actually a mountain man though? Are you in a cabin right now? I feel like I’m seeing a wall made of logs behind your bookshelf.”
I turn quickly to glance behind me and smile.
“Yeah, I actually do live in a cabin up in the woods,” I say in an amused voice. “I bought this place ages ago, and it’s worked out. The cabin is perfect for rest, relaxation, and communing with nature. All the good stuff.”
“Of course,” Misty replies with a sweet smile. “And I also see The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy behind you on the shelf. You must be quite the reader!”
I turn again and silently curse myself. Why didn’t I check the bookshelf behind me before turning on my camera? After all, there are shitloads of books on there that I’ve never read before, including the aforementioned Hitchhiker’s Guide, some trashy romance novels, as well as the latest airport murder mysteries. To be honest, I have no idea where this shit came from, and shrug into the screen.
“Sometimes I let friends use the cabin, so I can’t say that I’ve read any of these books,” I reply with a lopsided smile. “They belong to the people who’ve stayed here over the years.”
“That’s so generous to offer your cabin to others!” Misty murmurs with a smile. “I’m sure they appreciate it.” To my surprise, my heart warms at her praise, and my chest even puffs out a bit with pride. Holy fucking shit, is this for real? Am I actually moved by the words of an eighteen-year-old nymph whom I’m hiring for sex work?