Her eyes darken. “Don’t piss on me. Don’t crap on me. Don’t hurt me. That’s it.”
She’s taken my breath away. “I have no interest in doing any of those things,” I say.
“Other than those three things, do whatever you want to me,” she says. “Literally.” Her eyes flicker. “In fact, I want you to.”
I have never been more attracted to a woman than I am right this very minute. I clear my throat. “Please tell me you’re not fucking with me right now.”
“I’m not fucking with you,” she says, heat rising in her cheeks. “I often fantasize I’m a high-end call-girl. It’s what I imagined when I gave you that blowjob in the shower.” She licks her lips. “I can’t begin to tell you how much that turns me on.”
My dick physically hurts, it’s so hard.
“That’s why I came when you did—because I was fantasizing I’d just given you your money’s worth.”
“Oh.”
“So I guess I’m a sick fuck, too,” she says. “Is that okay with you?”
I nod. “That’s very okay with me.”
“Good. Then let’s just agree once and for all we don’t give a shit if we’re sick fucks. If we are, then so what. Fuck Emma. She’s a bitch.” Her eyes blaze. “Yeah, I said it.Fuck her. And fuck anyone else who has a problem with what turns us on. We’re not screwing goats, right? We’re gonna screw each other—and maybe one woman-to-be-named later, too.” She snickers. “Fuck anyone who makes you feel ashamed of what you like, Josh, including Emma the Bitch.”
I feel like I’ve entered an alternate universe. A fucking awesome alternate universe.
Kat smiles broadly and touches my face gently. “We’ll fulfilleach other’s fantasies, right down the line. It’ll be the honesty-game, sexual edition.” She skims her fingertip over my lips. “Are you in?”
“I’m so fucking in.”
She drops her hands from my face. “I should warn you, though, most of my sexual fantasies are gonna require you to role-play. You’re gonna have to be all-in—assume your part.”
“No problem.”
“And if we’re really gonna do this, then I wanna go big or go home.”
“That’s my motto.”
“I thought YOLO was your motto.”
“I have several.”
“It’s not the particular sex act that gets me going, it’s thescene—the scenario. I don’t care what you wanna do to me, as long as you set the right scene for me and let me lose myself.”
My heart is racing. “Good to know. Name it, we’ll do it. I’ll make it happen for you exactly like you want it.”
“But, wait. Think about it before you commit. Getting the scene the way I fantasize about it might take some planning on your part—and I can’t be the one who arranges stuff. It has to happentome, you know?—as if it’s real. That’s what’s gonna let me lose myself completely. It’s likeThe Wizard of Oz.I wanna see the giant, talking head of Oz the whole time—I don’t wanna see the man behind the curtain.”
I grin. “Babe, I’ve got this. Tell me all your fantasies, in detail, just like you told me the others, and I’ll make ’em all come true, to the letter. I’ll be your own personal Make-A-Wish Foundation.”
She smiles broadly. “My own personalJosh Faraday Club,” she corrects.
I wink at her. “Yours truly.”
“Oh my God, I’m so excited.” She wiggles in her seat. “When would we do this fantasy-exchange thing?”
“As soon as humanly possible,” I say, my cock straining.
Her eyes are absolutely smoldering. “I wish we could start right now.”
“Well, yeah, but unfortunately we gotta save the world first.”
