Chapter 8Fuck. Jerico tried to come up with something to say, anything, but nothing sounded right. “Tell me about the podcast.” He wanted to rip Mae’s throat out, and he hadn’t even met her.
“Oh, it was something we did for the fun of it. Mae likes to write, and listeners send in requests. Mae does her best to fulfil their wishes, and I read the stories. I have a good voice for it.”
He did. He had a deep, slightly raspy voice that could make him shiver without any effort at all.
“She writes short erotic stories, and I read them. We publish them in text on a website and have some affiliate links to toys and stuff. It doesn’t bring in much, but more and more.”
Jerico shook his head. First, he hadn’t known there were podcasts with stories, least of all erotic stories. Second, he never tho
