Page 10 of Reality Girl, Ep. 3

It wasn’t as much fun telling him on his terms, and it certainly wasn’t as easy without a drink in my hand. I reached for the glass, took a sip, and struggled to choke down the vile substance.

As I came to terms with the fact that I’d more than likely had my last drink of the night, I studied him. Eric was much different in person than I expected him to be. He was big, muscular, handsome, and docile. Describing him as polite would be an understatement. While I sat on my stool with my drink dangling from my fingertips, I began to wonder just why he’d agreed to do the show.

“What brought you here?” I asked.

His brow wrinkled. “Huh?”

“Why did you agree to do this show?”

His eyes fell to the bar. He seemed deep in thought for a moment, and then he looked at me. “I don’t know. I thought it would be cool to be on T.V. and stuff.”

I took a sip of my drink and almost barfed. After pushing it so far away that I wouldn’t be tempted to take another sip, I met his gaze. “Did you come here hoping you’d end up in a relationship with me?”

He reached for his beer, took a drink, and then wiped his mouth on his forearm. His mouth twisted into a smirk. “Truthfully?”

I grinned. “Yeah.”

“No.”

I chuckled at his honesty. “What did you hope to get from me?”

He glanced at my boobs and then met my curious gaze. “Truthfully?”

“Of course.”

“I’m really kind of shy, and not good at meeting people.” He gave an almost apologetic shrug. “I just hoped maybe we’d, you know...”

He was cute in a tan muscular innocent big-dicked teddy bear kind of way. I couldn’t help but smile. “You wanted to fuck me?”

His face washed with embarrassment and his gaze dropped to the floor. “Yeah.”

It was the best news he could have given me. My plan just might work. With Franky’s help, it could quite possibly be a win-win for us all. I felt flush with excitement.

“I’ve got an idea that you might like,” I said. “Actually, I think you’ll love it. It’s kind of weird, though.”

He wrinkled his nose. “Weird how?”

I decided to use his line. “Truthfully?” I asked mockingly.

He grinned. “Of course.”

“When this show is over, I’m hoping to get with Franky.” I tossed my head toward the end of the bar. “The bartender.”

He nodded. “Okay.”

“But I was feeling bad for not wanting to be with you. So, I came up with this idea, and it includes you having sex with hot women. Maybe a lot of them.”

He drank the rest of his beer in one gulp, and then pushed the empty bottle aside. “You’ve got my undivided attention.”

I took a deep breath, and then divulged my plan. “We’re going to use your big dick to our advantage. I want Franky to help us get a couple women from his bar. We take them back to the house, you fuck them, and we’ll just have fun with it. Hang out at the pool, grill steaks, drink beers, and bang women. Then, when your two weeks is up, you’ll go home happy.”

“What’s in it for you?”

“In the end, I’ll get my bartender. So, we both end up happy.”

He rubbed his chin between his thumb and forefinger. “Sounds fun. If it works, that is. And, what do you mean we?”

“Huh?”