Chapter Twelve
The girl with questions of female dominance again approaches, breaking my train of thought.
“Suppose we’d like to augment that show. Can you jerk him off for us?”
“Of course, I keep Jack well primed. No party last weekend. So it’s been two weeks. And the testosterone injections keep him quite randy.”
“How much?”
“Ruined orgasm? Or do you want to see him spurt? It’s $300 for showing you all how far he can ejaculate. Ruined is extra. $100. It requires much feel and timing. Not easy assuring that he’ll just meekly dribble for you.”
I know the answer. This girl wants Jack to leave even more frustrated.
“Shush,” she advises, sotto voce. “I’ll just tell the girls you only offer ruined.”
Such a coquette, I cannot help thinking. The girl is young, cute and desirable... and
