1-900-HOT-GALS

Aaron had never mastered the art of talking to a girl. He'd tried to hit on his classmate, Brianna, which was an epic fail. His former frat buddies rode him mercilessly about his lack of success. And now that he was a successful forensic accountant, working for his sister's boyfriend, he had the money to get a woman ... or failing that, at least an escort.

Only that was too ... personal. So he disassociated from even that connection, instead starting off with phone sex with a semi-retired porn star, Meadow Rain. And as the months had worn on, the phone sex had been replaced with video chatting.

"Hey babe," Meadow said in a mostly-vacant voice.

"Hey lover," Aaron said, tugging out his small white penis. Meadow rolled her eyes, but obliged, showing off her titties, including the big queen of spades tattoo high on one breast.

"God," Aaron said, jerking off quickly, "how many Black guys have you been with."

"Oh, lots baby," Meadow said in a bored, droll tone.

"God, that's so hot. My mom is with a Black guy," he blurted out. He flushed.

"Oh yeah?" Meadow asked, a tiny bit more interested. "Where you from baby?" He told her a dozen times before, but he felt like she was actually listening.

"Fuck ... South Carolina," he whimpered, cumming at her tattoos, without seeing anything more than her breasts.

"Oh, no shit, I'm from there," Meadow said. Aaron stared at her for a minute. He'd heard about this before ... they called it 'having something in common.'