Prologue 1.0 – The Office and the Orifice
Chapter Song – Hella Good - No Doubt
“Can I put these on?”
“My Beats® headphones?”
“Yeah.”
“Why?”
“We’re doing yoga. I need my music.”
“You’re weird, Matt. Well, this is insane … so yeah, whatever.”
Knock! Knock! Knock!
“Oh, shit. Matt … it’s Samantha!”
“Relax, Luce. Just let her in. Act normal. And keep going up and down.”
“Okay … dammit. Uhm, come in Sam!”
“Oh. You’re on your exercise ball this early? I hear that’s a great AB workout.”
“Ungh … yes, agh, it is! Oh … God. Uhm, it is a great … fuck, workout,” Lucille spoke, out of breath, as her torso bobbed up and down. The only part of her that could be seen was from the chest up, thanks to her gargantuan, custom-made, Italian, hardwood ebony desk. Magnifico!
“You really seem into it, Lucy. I guess I’ll be leaving you alone now,” Samantha stated with a quirked eyebrow.
“Yeah, fuck, yeah. Bye,” Lucille waved her secretary goodbye.
“Heh, that was close,” Matt scoffed.
“Oh, Matt, you’re so big. I had no idea. Ungh. It’s huge. Just how big is it?”
“Eight inches soft … twelve inches hard.”
“Fuck me,” Lucille’s eyes inflated like a blow-up doll.
“I’m doing you already, woman, what else do you want?”
“No, I meant ‘fuck me’ as an expression, you idiot.”
“Oh yeah. I knew that. Heh.”
“How’s the music?”
“It’s great. I love Gwen Stefani. Can I have these Beats®?”
“Sure. Whatever. Aah! My water’s gonna break if we keep this up.”
“It’s okay. I read somewhere online that this gives dimples to babies.”
The truth was … that was bull. Also, I borrowed her Beats® because I didn’t wanna hear my heartbeat as she pumped my Mr. Happy. This was my curse. I was a Roué. Always was, always is, and always will be. That I kept in mind as my back rubbed against the plush feeling of pelt-like material her rectangular office futon had. I folded back the back cushion so that I was safely tucked away from sight. Samantha would’ve freaked if she saw a man instead of an exercise ball.
Lucille’s gratifying moans piled as our momentum picked up. And as I came with what felt like warm silk, she met mine with her water breaking.
“Fuck. Lucille?”
“Matt. Can you take me to the hospital? And call my husband. Tell him what happened.”
“Yes, Ma’am,” my salutation as my punctuation left her orifice.
Reader: Meh ... this is heterosexual. This is a waste of time.
Matty Boi: Heh, then you obviously haven't read this before.
Reader: (eyes like a blow-up doll) uhm ... this BxB?
Matty Boi: Heh, stay tuned. I will blow your mind.
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Historia CortaHis name is Matt, and he's got a rare condition. He's had sex with hundreds, yet not once has he fallen. Love beats too slow a tempo for him. It just won't do for his oversexed heart. Can he bed you tonight? This book is a GENDER SALAD. It's for all...
