Bet on her erogenous zones

"You've probably noticed that I'm only functional when I'm ... doing something to you."

"Yes, you ass. But I also know that it's not normal for a human eyeball to go that far back, so I'm letting you do this much."

You hadn't noticed you did anything with your eyes. It must have been when she moved away and you lost track of everything but pain.

"So, that's connected to the weirdness, but it's also how I can prove that it's real, maybe." You pause, but she just waits. "Obviously I won't go groping you again, but my basic idea is that since the pain responds to when you're ... having fun, I should be able to use that to prove that something unnatural is happening."

"I guess. What's your plan?"

"As long as I'm doing something just a bit nice for you, I can think and don't become a groping dickhead." You're getting clever enough to know that's a good way to put it. "Please, please, please have somewhere on your body that feels good that isn't gropey that there is no way I could know about. And I know about your neck and your belly button already."

"Wait, how do you know about my belly button?"

"I walked in an you and John making out one time and learned that in the moment before I left."

"OK, so that's simple. I give you permission to touch my belly button."

It's not exactly great proof, but without stopping blowing on her neck you move your hands around and start rubbing through her shirt. She's moaning right away, but...

"Um... it's not working. Fuck. What could be wrong? Is it clothing? No my groping dickhead moment was through your shirt. If the sides of your boobs was a 5, and your neck like this is a 2, where is this on the scale? Maybe anything below 1.9 is cut off or something."

If I had guessed right, wouldn't the weird gut feeling have kicked in?

"Damn. I'm a great actress too. That whole thing was fake. He was into it for some reason, so I pretended to be into it too. You could tell, eh?"

"Well, your moans fooled me, but the pain thing isn't based on what I think. Is there anything real? Anything you like that there is no way I could know? Keep in mind I volunteered the belly button thing."

"I know. You keep being weirdly honest which is the only reason I'm still letting you do breathe on my neck. But yeah. Such a spot may exist."

"Thank a god. So how about a bet? I keep doing something like this, and you tell me all the no-go zones ahead of time. Actually, if I can do this with my fingertips you can put a pillow on my head so you know I'm not reading your face or something."

"Aren't bets supposed to be two-sided?"

She obviously has no idea of how **** you are.

"Take out your phone and start a voice message."

Seconds later "It's on."