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She considered it for a moment before typing. Equivalent to 2 hrs live chat for every 30 mins. First 30 mins deposited before we start.
    It was several moments before he typed again. Next Friday?
    Saskia sighed, he really wanted to see it live. Maybe he didn’t get out much. Was this the next step in her business? Taking live sploshing requests? No, she wasn’t going to do it. Couldn’t. But how was it really that different to doing her legs live? It wouldn’t be, except it would be one on one and usually her individual chats were just that, a chat, even though she’d still be made up and dressed for the occasion.
    Sure. Any special requests?
    Dessert. You pick.
    Then he was gone. While she’d been chatting to him several other messages had come in. Eww including a video of what she’d done to one guy and a message about how much better his cum would look on her instead of cheesecake. Suddenly Numbers101 looked like a saint.

    I an started at the blank screen of his computer for a moment. It was easier to make a date with the Messy Maiden than it was with Saskia. He wasn’t sure he liked what that said about him. That the cheesecake video had made him achingly hard was another nail in the coffin of his respectability.
    Maybe Saskia was right to want to avoid him.
    His ex-fiancée’s words echoed.
    “You are a pervert. When you take me out to dinner you’re more interested in the food than me. Don’t touch me. God, I let you use whipped cream on me. If I’d have known I was feeding your….just leave.” She’d thrown the ring at him.
    He hadn’t bothered to pick it up off the floor. He’d just left. Later he’d gone back to get his things. He’d taken his name off the lease. And they’d gone their separate ways. He’d claimed it was mutual. He had no idea what she’d said. Obviously not the truth though as nothing had got back to him through mutual friends.
    He’d been with her for three years. She hadn’t freaked out with any of the small things so he’d felt save enough to trust her with the true extent. He couldn’t have been more wrong. His erection wilted at the memory. Remembering that argument was a sure fire way to get his lust under control.
    Since that day he’d told no one.
    It wasn’t as though he needed food involved to get off, but he did like it. He liked the mess, the intimacy of putting it on and licking it off. He wanted to be able to try stuff.
    His reflection stared back at him in the darkened screen. With his sunglasses on in the dark room he looked like a weirdo.
    Did the Messy Maiden think her clients were odd? If she did, she hid it well. But then why would she damage her own business? Just because she looked like she was enjoying herself didn’t mean that she was. He took the glasses off and placed them next to the computer.
    He shouldn’t be escalating the online behavior. He needed other interests. He needed to get a life. And he was trying. He had tried to arrange a date—with a woman who sounded just like his ideal fantasy woman—in the real world. Saskia didn’t need to know. Hell, she hadn’t even accepted yet.
    He wasn’t even sure he wanted her to.
    As much as he liked her he couldn’t determine if he liked her because of who she was or because of who she sounded like. He shouldn’t be bringing his two worlds closer. If they ever touched, he was pretty sure both would implode and he’d be left with nothing but ashes.
    Usually he loved new video night. Tonight should’ve been extra special because she’d fulfilled his request, and it had been better than he’d even imagined. And he was going to get a live video.
    But it wasn’t a live video that he wanted.
    He wanted the reality.

Chapter Six
    W hen Saskia logged on to her computer at work there was a tentative meeting request for a Wednesday lunch with Ian. It was coded private so anyone else checking her schedule wouldn’t see who it was with or what it was for.
    She’d give him points for not being