A conversation…

A conversation…

I headed over to Asa’s to help her with a shoot and sound her out about Kianna…and didn’t. I’d like to claim it was about Andre being there to help shoot, or her being so focused, or the cameras, but that’s all bullshit. I straight up chickened out. I mean, that was crazy. She literally couldn’t disobey me, but I was afraid I’d fuck up what we currently had…and I didn’t want to do that.

Total waste of fucking time. And I only fucked Asa once.

On the other hand, I had a threesome tomorrow. And a slowly growing harem of beautiful women. And magical powers. I laughed to myself, I was being fucking ridiculous.

I headed home, only to get another picture from Jenna.

What the fuck? Okay, well, I wasn’t complaining, I guess she was taking Just One Of The Guys pretty seriously. And I had sent her a dick pick. I finally read the message after staring at it for a moment.

Preparing to really stretch Cory out, to make sure she can’t even feel you if you manage to convince her to spread her legs for you.

I smirked to myself. Jenna, Jenna, Jenna, I was soft at the time. You want to compare measurements, you’ll need to do three things.

Her competitiveness kicked in. What?

First, terms, loser has to admit the other is a bigger, better man than them and call the other one--Fuck, what was embarrassing, but that she would agree to?--Big Boss, or Boss, in public, going forward.

Deal!

Second, measure that fake prick of yours, let me know size.

She responded with a picture of the box, showing it was nine inches long. +1 SP (Jenna +45) Fuck. I happened to know…for no reason in particular, that I was eight inches. I didn’t want to lose this contest.

ETA: Hit publish not save again...no chapter Saturday, therefore!