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I cleared my throat. “Sorry...” and I let go.
She shook her head. “No, thank you, I could have cracked my head open.”
I nodded awkwardly, not knowing what to say to such a gruesome description from such a petite woman.
“So, you’re a fan?”
Shrugging my shoulders, I said “I suppose, I’m sort of new.”
“Ah, a newfag, I should have known.”
I didn’t let that bother me, she’s a woman, they can smell weakness like a pedo can smell children’s shampoo.
I leaned over the counter, to take up more space, that’s what alphas do, right?
“New, fresh meat for you to corrupt.”
She laughed, “it has been a while since I’ve seen a new face, with my hiatus and all that.”
I only knew part of the story, after having watched her hour-long Q&A. She filled me in on the detes. I don’t know why it was so surprising to me. It was nice to hear the inside story though, brought this folk hero in front of me back down to earth. She in turn asked me how I came across her website. My hands got clammy, because I thought the story was kind of cringe.
“Oh, someone just posted a clip from your documentary on 4chan” I lied.
The truth? Much worse. I was doing some “research” on rule34 Duke Nukem, and I noticed a strange pattern. An abnormal amount of Duke Nukem porn included a short tomboy servicing his cock. It took me months to find the sources. It led me here, to tubgurl.com. It was only afterwards that I found icum.to.
She looked a little annoyed. “Well, it’s interesting to know people are still posting on 4chan, but I’m disappointed that my fans are still posting on that normie shit.”
The important part was she believed me, but I felt a little bad for slandering her viewers.
“Well, I’m glad someone did, I’ve enjoyed watching all your videos.”
That perked her up, she never rubbed me as the type to want as many views as possible, more the type to want the quality of her videos to attract the people she shared the same sense of humor with.
It was at this point I noticed how stretched her shirt collar was. She didn't seem to notice, but she was showing more skin than usual now. She had shown skin in some of her videos, but not like this, and it was nothing like seeing it in person. Her breasts were small, but perky. Healthy. I can only imagine what her nipples-
Shit. I felt it. My pants were getting tighter. The tip of my cock getting sensitive. I shifted my legs. Luckily, I was behind the counter, so Ashley couldn’t see I was pitching a tent. I saw her chauffeur walk up to the counter, empty handed.
“I’m ready when you are.” said the driver, thumbing at the stickers we have up front.
Ashley grabbed a sticker, a cute little raccoon asking for food. “Just these two items, please.”
I scanned her rabbit door stop and her sticker and gave her the total.
“Here you go!” she exclaimed, handing me perfect change. I bagged her items, and as she turned to leave, I took a leap of faith.
“Wait, Ashley, could I get your number?”
A thousand thoughts ran through my mind. Every single possibility ran through my mind. For most women, the worst they could say is no, but Ashley? She’s a firecracker, an atom bomb, if I really fucked this up, I’d be her inspiration for her next character.
She looked at me, dead in the eyes. Was that a hint of green, or was it blue? I was so nervous I couldn’t tell. She took out a pad of paper and a pen and wrote something down, tore out the piece of paper and left without a word.
I swalowed hard, and looked at the piece of paper.
Numbers. All ten of them. I had to read it three times to make sure. Nope, no tripple fives. Maybe it really is her number. The area code was around here too, so it wasn’t CUM-FART. Worse case senario now is it’s the number for Panda Express.
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