While she licks...

Natasha stood displayed in front of him and Matt felt his hands trembling. He wasn't going to do it but some primal part of his lizard brain demanded he grab her, possess her, make her his woman, his mate no matter what her feelings might be.

"Damn, you're beautiful," he whispered.

She bent over and for a second he thought she was going to kiss him. Instead she whispered in his ear. "Stay in character... Archie."

Well, shit. He'd hoped she'd be flattered at the compliment. Then again, she'd probably been getting hourly compliments on her beauty since she was a baby.

"Go ahead and lick, now," Matt said.

With the same care she'd used while licking his nipples, Natasha tongued the hollow of his throat then slowly slid her tongue down the center of his chest. "Oh, Archie." Her voice was breathless but he suspected she was acting. "You are happy to see me." She grasped his swollen dick through his jeans.

Matt wanted to say something but somehow that part of his brain seemed to have short-circuited. Topless Natasha was licking his stomach, holding his dick, and... and she was topless. If terrorists burst into his studio and shot him, he could die happy and fulfilled.

"I think our next challenge is pants off," Natasha said when she reached his belt buckle and pulled herself upright. "For me, two hundred credits. For Matt, fifty. But I'll kiss his dick if he wins. If I win, he has to kiss my twat. Come on, guys. I need to win this." She flopped down on the bed next to him, her beautiful breasts exposed, her hot body practically steaming. And Matt wondered if an eighteen year-old guy could have a heart attack.

"Kiss," Karen held up a sign.

Matt could do that. He reached for Natasha and kissed her.

She met his lips and, for a moment, he thought it was going to be one of those fake kisses where lips moved around and people made groaning noises like they were doing something special but without any tongue. Only then there was definite tongue. Natasha kissed him like she meant it... like she was as sexually turned on and needed him as much as he was and needed her.

"Nice," Tanya announced. "Looks like a tie. Both you guys have cleared your tip challenge so strip down, kiss parts, and we'll end this show."

Had it already been an hour? It felt like they'd just set up.

Once again, Natasha made losing her pants sexy. Matt made losing his jeans practical.

Once she'd stripped, he got on his knees and gently, but with tongue, kissed her inner thighs, working his way up to the skimpy thong panties that were all that kept her from complete nudity.

She gripped his head and pushed it hard into her pussy when he finally reached the top of her thighs and he inhaled the distinct scent of a turned-on woman. "That's one," she said. "Now on your feet, Archie. Because it's your turn."

He wondered if Natasha had ever gotten on her knees for a guy before. But she did it for him, Unlike him who'd started low and worked his way up, she started where she'd left off before, at his beltline, and worked her way down.

Unlike him, who'd left her panties protecting the tiny triangle of her pubes, she reached into his boxers, tugged out his dick, and kissed it... with tongue.

"Shit."

"No cumming," she hissed.

"Yes, Veronica."

"And cut," Tanya said. "Three minutes until our next show. Nice job guys. Natasha, if you're up for the same time next week, I'll post it on the splash screen. I assume you're available, Matt."

"Definitely."

"Shit, how much did we make?"

"Hard to convert credits to dollars. We took in five hundred and three credits. It's not getting us rich but it's a start... and our numbers were going way up toward the end. Hopefully some of them will be back for more... or will stick around

"Then what the hell. You only live once. Yeah, I'll give it another try. But Matt."

"Huh?"

"Do not make taking my virginity a challenge. That isn't happening."

"Got it."

"Okay, see you." She kissed Matt on the lips, grabbed her clothes, and headed for the bathroom.

"I think she likes you," Tanya whispered.