Chapter 41

What's next?

Try out some other festival sluts.

You switch doors a few more times and see how far you can get the sluts to go for you. You feel a rush of power as you deceive these women with images of easy living and endless luxury, then take it all away after they've surrendered their dignity. You entice your way into spraying their faces, pussies, and even taking some anal virginities, all without revealing your face. Sometimes you even take them for round 2 before they give up and sob. You suddenly realize how much trouble some people have keeping up with you and Emma. If there was such a thing as a Sexual Olympics, you'd both be premiere athletes in all events.

The anonymous nature of the glory hole sometimes backfires on you. A few times you realize early that it's actually a guy looking to get a taste of you, and you decline as politely as you feel the situation warrants. On one occasion, you actually realize that you're fucking Taylor Swift again, who's apparently a regular in booth 5. She's happy to have some alone time with you sans Emma, and you shoot a few squirts across her face while she giggles in delight. As you step out of the booth, you see there's a bit of a line forming, and you recognize quite a few famous faces. You figure this probably isn't the time to ask for any autographs.