But all of that could wait until later.
He logged into his personal account on the laptop and navigated his browser to the ChatBot website. He signed in quickly and was at her personal page in a heartbeat.
His presence was announced in the public chatroom.
MasquerAsiaN has logged in.
He tried not to let himself get too gassed up, but he couldn’t help but hope that the way Maya’s eyes lit up was for him. There was a bit of a delay in the chat room feed, but he thought it was a possibility. And then he thought he was fucking pathetic.
ThickaThanASnicka
Hey stranger, @MasquerAsiaN
He smiled and typed,
MasquerAsiaN
It’s Thursday
ThickaThanASnicka
So it is ;)
He waited as she said goodbye to the chatroom, blowing a kiss to her webcam. And then he sent the private chat request.
He asked for an hour, even though he wanted two. Her current rates were $100/hour for dirty chat and manual masturbation and rose as the degree of difficulty, as she liked to call it, increased. He’d spent a lot of time thinking about what he wanted. He always did. He couldn’t help but use the seven days between their regular appointments to fantasize about every kinky thing he wanted to watch her do to herself at his instruction and everything he longed to do to her in person.
He chose manual masturbation because he’d been having a craving, but he increased her rate to $250, which was still far less than she deserved.
She accepted his invitation and payment immediately.
While he waited for their private chat to load, he reached behind him to grasp the lube. He put a small drop in the center of his left palm, and began to rub it slowly up and down his shaft, warming himself up for her.
When her face popped on screen he felt his heart constrict and his index finger unconsciously hovered over the button that would turn on his laptop’s internal web camera. He didn’t press it, but he desperately wanted to.
“Hi stranger,” she said again. Hearing the words come out of her mouth always felt like a gift that he clearly didn’t deserve.
MasquerAsiaN
Hey beautiful
She pouted. “So you’re not going to let me see you tonight?” She asked the question every week.
MasquerAsiaN
I wish I could. But my job…
He didn’t finish the sentence because he couldn’t bear to lie to her any more than he already had. Even though his job was technically the reason she couldn’t hear or see him, it wasn’t for the reasons he was leading her to believe. The ellipses made him sound like a creeping married politician or government employee (technically accurate). With that little bit of suggestion, he knew that human nature would allow her to fill in the many holes of his story.
What mattered was that he knew she would never guess that he’d run surveillance on her roommate –and by extension her – for months. She’d never even consider that he’d just spent a week with Kierra trying to keep a corrupt Eastern European politician from killing her. Those possibilities would never enter her mind because they were so far out of the realm of her experience. Which meant that for one hour every week, he granted himself the selfish permission not to think about how truly messed up this all was.
MasquerAsiaN
I like your lingerie.
She smiled and bit her bottom lip. He grasped the head of his dick and exhaled through his nose. It didn’t take much to get him going where she was concerned.
“This old thing?” she stuck her thumb under one strap and moved it over her shoulder playfully, briefly causing the scoop neck of the nightie to dip low and almost show him one nipple. “You said you liked me in red so I wore it just for you.”
MasquerAsiaN
I feel like the luckiest man. Please take it off.
She giggled and rearranged herself on the bed on her knees in front of her camera. She locked eyes with the lens and then slowly lifted the hem up her thighs, over her stomach, and then over her chest. She threw it to the side and then stared at the camera. At him. Waiting.
He let his eyes roam over Maya’s smooth, light brown skin. She wasn’t wearing a bra and her breasts were large, more than a handful. Much more. He licked his lips as his gaze settled on the dark tips of her breasts and her small nipples that he knew, when she got going, would grow hard and erect, begging for the attentions of his fingers or mouth or tongue.
But he was thousands of miles away, in another county, hiding behind the anonymity of the internet and he didn’t deserve to touch her anyway. So he typed the next best thing
MasquerAsiaN
Play with your nipples baby.
She sat back on her heels, flashing a small sliver of the bright red panties stretched over her sex in between her large, soft thighs. Thighs that he’d dreamt about touching, licking, kissing and biting more times than he could count.
“Do you like what you see?” She asked the question in a small voice, almost as if she was nervous, unsure of the answer. But Kenny couldn’t believe that that was what she was thinking. Not when she looked like that and did what she did to him.
Before he typed, he poured some more lube into his other hand.
MasquerAsiaN
Like isn’t a strong enough word.
She was gently pinching her nipples.
MasquerAsiaN
Harder
She giggled and the sound was like a bolt of lightning straight from his gut to the tip of his dick.
MasquerAsiaN
You have no idea what your laugh does to me.
In the past couple of months Kenny had become particularly adept at typing with one hand, while the other was occupied. A unique skill, that might serve him well as a spy one day, but served him very well every Thursday. He stroked himself slowly as she rolled her nipples between her fingers.
And then he groaned when she moved her left hand under one breast and raised it, bringing her nipple to her mouth. She swiped her tongue across the hard point, eyes on the webcam, digitally boring into his soul.
He gripped his dick hard at the base, needing to slow down.
MasquerAsiaN
Do that again.
She clucked her tongue and smiled, “Ask nicely.”
MasquerAsiaN
Please do that again.
His fingers stilled over the keys. He’d almost typed her name. Her real name. Not her screen name. It wasn’t the first time he’d been on the verge of making that particular cataclysmic mistake. In an hour or two he’d think about this moment and he’d berate himself for even logging into ChatBot when he knew that he was breaking all kinds of protocols and lying to her to boot. But right now he simply breathed and reminded himself to calm down and type carefully.
There was so much time left.
She was sucking insistently on her nipple, staring at the webcam. Waiting for his next direction.
MasquerAsiaN
Don’t forget your other breast. I wouldn’t.
“You wouldn’t?” She asked the question and then licked her beautiful mound, scraping her teeth along her other nipple.
MasquerAsiaN
Jesus. One more time please.
She laughed. A full, deep throat, throw her head back in glee laugh that he loved twice as much as the giggle. And then she gave him one more image of her perfect white teeth gliding over her dark brown nipple.
He started moving his hand faster up and down his shaft. He couldn’t stop himself.
MasquerAsiaN
I wouldn’t. I’d make sure that every part of you got equal attention.
All night long.
Her hips were moving in small circles now. “Mmmm, I bet you would.”
MasquerAsiaN
I want to see you touch yourself.
He typed, pressed send and then added,
MasquerAsiaN
Please.
She smiled, “Good boy.”
MasquerAsiaN
She moved her hands to her underwear and leaned forward, her breasts swaying gently, “Will you spank me if I keep on?”
He closed his eyes only briefly, letting himself imagine what it would feel like to finally get his hands on her. To glide his palms over every inch of her skin. To grasp the soft expanse of her flesh like he’d always wanted to. He could almost hear the way his palm would sound smacking her ass, the way that ripple of contact would make her body jiggle, mesmerizing him, pulling him even deeper under her spell.
He had to grip the head of his dick and take a deep breath to stop himself from coming. It was too soon. But he knew he wouldn’t last much longer.
MasquerAsiaN
You’re killing me.
She laughed again and then moved to her back, lifting her legs in the air and shimmying her panties up her thighs and off.
MasquerAsiaN
Stay like that.
So fucking perfect.
It was the worst position. He wouldn’t be able to see her play with herself, watch her fingers glide up and down her sex and slip inside. But he would be able to see each gasp as she fucked herself slowly, only speeding up when he typed that he was close, which was far better in his opinion. And that’s exactly what she did.
They came together. The beautiful mounds of her body a literal feast for his eyes while her gasps and moans pulled him toward his own release. He turned up the volume on his laptop, not wanting to miss a single sound. But what broke him – and sent him right over the edge – was that small giggle that always slipped past her lips when she came. It was his actual favorite thing about her.
She came with her whole entire being and that laugh was the purest expression of her joy.
Kenny had never been with anyone like Maya.
After two months of trying to convince himself to stop this, to turn back, because he was jeopardizing everything he’d been working for his entire life, he just couldn’t stay away.
Because there was no one else like Maya.
She turned on her side to face the camera, resting her head on her hand, grinning at him. “Was that as good for you as it was for me?”
MasquerAsiaN
LMAO
I just made the biggest mess.
She snorted when she laughed this time, which only made her laugh even harder.
He bolted to the bathroom, reluctantly tearing his eyes away from her face. He grabbed a towel and brought it back to the bed, cleaning himself up as he walked.
“So what do you think, babe? You got another round in you? You’ve still got over half an hour left.”
He settled back on the bed.
MasquerAsiaN
That sounds like a challenge.
She raised one eyebrow. “It might be.”
He laughed this time. Not that she could hear him.
MasquerAsiaN
Can we talk for a little bit first?
“We can do whatever you want, honey. We’re on your dime.”
MasquerAsiaN
I want to talk to you.
Her smile faltered for a second but then she recovered and smiled even bigger than before. She reached for the wipes he knew she kept nearby and began to clean up, averting her gaze from the camera. A small part of his heart hoped that what she was thinking in that moment was that she wanted to hear his voice; she wanted to meet him. Because he wanted that too. Even though it would inevitably be an absolute disaster and would certainly blow up in his face. But still… he wanted her.
“So are you going to tell me about your day?”
MasquerAsiaN
Nothing to tell. I had a very boring day. A very boring few weeks actually.
Tell me a story?
Typing didn’t make the lie easier to tell.
She repositioned herself, facing the camera head on. He missed the sight of her body, but this view of her cleavage was nothing to sneeze at and there was something so innocent and normal about the way her feet were raised in the air behind her, her ankles crossing and crisscrossing as she spoke.
“Okay so remember how I said I thought my neighbor across the hall was cooking meth?” She asked, her voice excited.
He smiled. Her neighbor wasn’t cooking meth as it happened. Kenny had investigated it. But she’d turned into an amateur sleuth trying to figure out what was happening and he thought that was adorable.
MasquerAsiaN
I do. Are there new developments?
She reached one hand out and around the computer, off screen. She was clutching her glasses in her hand when it returned.
MasquerAsiaN
Oh you’re bringing out the glasses? This should be good.
She slipped her glasses onto her face and nodded. “You have no idea.”
As she launched into the story, Kenny hoped that it would run long because he would happily give her another $250 to finish it and then come with her one more time.
He didn’t know where he’d be in a week, what country or on what operation, but wherever he was he’d do whatever was necessary to make sure that he could block off an hour or two to spend with her. Because, as he settled back against the pillows and listened to her hilarious tale about the imaginary meth ring being run out of her apartment building, he was overtaken by the fear that this couldn’t last. That it shouldn’t last. And that if he knew what was good for him he’d make this the last Thursday he spent this way.
He’d thought the same thing last Thursday, and the Thursday before that.
“Sometimes you have control over a mission. Sometimes you don’t,” Monica had said when she and Lane were briefing him on Kierra’s importance. He’d thought she’d been exaggerating then, uncharacteristically overcome with an affection for their former personal assistant. But he got it now. If there was ever a time when he could have walked away from Maya, it had long since passed.
The only thing that could keep him away from Maya, was Maya herself.
HIII!
If you’ve made it this far, I hope this means that you’ve enjoyed spending time with Kierra, Monica and Lane (& co). I really enjoyed writing them! I had the idea for this story on a really hot day earlier this summer during a fever dream and here we are! This was supposed to be a short erotic novella but I stumbled into a novel-length project for the first time so… AYE!
If you know someone who might like Pink Slip, please consider telling a friend! I’m not great at promo but I get a little choked up when I see y’all recommending my stories to people you think might like them. These random tales aren’t for everyone, but I really appreciate it!
And if you’re so inclined, please leave a review on Goodreads or Amazon.
While I was revising Pink Slip I started writing book 2 of the series, Private Eye, which is literally the romance novel I’ve always wanted to read (fat Black sex worker and the Asian American spy who loves her!) I’d planned to finish it and release it soon-ish, but some things have changed/are maybe changing for me professionally and I (unfortunately) have to refocus on my day job as a historian for a few months. I’m not sure how this will impact my next few WIPs and I don’t want to over promise. So let’s just say that you all should be on the lookout for:
The Spies Who Loved Her, Book 2: Private Eye (You just met Maya and Kenny!)
Welcome to Sea Port, Book 3: Sweet Secrets (You’ve kinda already met Bria and Sully!)
A collection of erotic short stories called Office Hours.
I’m working on other things as well, but these are the three projects that are most developed, so you’ll probably see them first. I’ll posts any updates on twitter and tumblr.
If you’d like to stay in contact I’m on twitter too much [@exrecluse], you can email me [[email protected]] and I have a tumblr [https://katjacksonbooks.tumblr.com/] where I post all of my face claims. I don’t use tumblr much but I want to get in the habit of posting some of my fanfic, snippets from WIPs and maybe even free shorts, but you all let me know what
you’d like to see! I’m open. (That’s what she said. Geez! Ignore me. I’m jet lagged.)
I’d also planned to get a website together this summer but… life! Bear with me. :/
And lastly, if you’re new, please consider checking out some of my other novellas and shorts (click the images):
If you like the cover for Pink Slip (I sure as fuck do), please check out the photographer/model whose stock photos have quickly become some of my absolute faves: Melody Jacobs on pexels.
Oh and here’s the current cover for Private Eye just cause:
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