Time to skate

Natasha looked fantastic in her little skating outfit. The top had gauze shoulders and cleavage with two little straps of fabric coming up to cover her nipples and not much else. There was a skirt, sort of, but when she sat, the panties part of the outfit was completely exposed... cameltoe and all.

"Damn, girl. You look fantastic."

"And you look like a bum. How come you only wear t-shirts and jeans?"

"Because that's all I have."

"Oh. Sorry."

"It's okay, Natasha. I've never had any money so I wouldn't know how to act if I suddenly got to walk into a men's fashion store and told to pick whatever I wanted. I'd probably just buy another t-shirt and another pair of jeans."

"You know that's not the most compelling reason for a girl to date you."

"Hell, I know that. If the streaming thing works out, maybe I'll have enough money that I can afford to take you to nicer places, get dressed up, all that shit. But pretty much, this is what I am. If you want someone whose daddy gives them lots of money and fancy cars and all that shit, you don't want me."

What I actually want is somewhere between completely broke and completely entitled. I know it's a lot to ask."

"Around here it's too much. Because everyone I've met so far has been entitled to the hilt."

"Speaking of which, I'm entitled to some skating so let's get this show on the road."

After a couple of minutes of Natasha driving, Matt reached his hand over to stroke Natasha's tights.

"No."

"Pardon?"

"No, I don't want you playing with me while I drive. I'm not that great a driver and I don't know you that well."

Considering they were going to be making out for a streaming sex service in less than twenty-four hours, it seemed to Matt they knew each other pretty well. Obviously Natasha thought there was a difference between acting on the web and real life. Which, come to think of it, could very well be true.

"Tell me about your skating," he said. "How long have you been doing it? Do you have aspirations for competition, that sort of stuff."

Natasha must have been dying for someone to listen to her because that was all it took. Matt got a firehose dump of her ambitions, her workout routine, her weird diet, and all of the perverts who tried to fuck her in between coaching, agenting and all those other ings that men wanted to do for women.

They pulled into the skating rink and Natasha hopped out before Matt could race around to open her door for her. "Come on," she said. "Time to show me if you can do those lifts."