Overlooked(1)(172)

After a couple of breaths, I pull out of her and tie off the condom.

The blonde doesn’t move.

“Get off my hood. I need to go home.”

She turns herself around, resting her bare cheeks on the hood and looks at me, her eyes wide.

“Will you be here next week?” she asks.

“Don’t know.” I shrug.

Not if she’s going to be looking for me. I won’t do the same woman twice in a month. It’s my rule to make sure none of them get the idea of wanting a relationship. I don’t do relationships, it’s my biggest rule.

I have to come to these classic car rides for my business. Without them, I’d make a fraction of what I make now. But I make time for a quick, hard fuck before I go home and have to be responsible.

It’s the only thing I’ve ever allowed myself. The rest of my life is all about her.





Avery

One month later…

“No honking. Boobs are not the horn on an old-fashioned car,” I say, wagging my finger at the webcam.

“If you honk them, your woman will not make the noise you want to hear. You want to make her moan and whimper, not say ah-ooo-ga.”

I yammer on another few minutes about how not to play with breasts, never demonstrating with mine or doing anything to sexualize myself. I’m teaching men how to please women, not titillate them.

The idea is to help people improve their sex lives, at least that’s how it started. Now the goal is to make a living doing it. It’s taken years, but now I have just over two million YouTube subscribers. It finally earns me enough that I’ve been able to buy a house.

Sure, I had to move out of Cincinnati to a small town to be able to afford one, but it’s all mine. I bought it all by myself, without any help from anyone.

“Okay, guys, before I go, I want to give you a tour of my new bedroom.”

It’s not really my bedroom, it’s my spare room done up as ‘my bedroom’ to better connect with my viewers.

“Here’s my bed. This is my desk where I get all my work done, under this nice, big window. Check out my view,” I say and point the webcam outside.

I glance out the window. A man appears in the backyard beside mine. My house is the last on a dead-end street, and his is the only house beside mine, the other side and back of my property borders a park.

I haven’t met my neighbor yet, and I pause to look at him. I guess he’s mid to late thirties with short dark hair and relatively tall. And cute. More than cute, from this distance. I wonder what he’s like up close.

He’s wearing an unzipped gray hoodie with jeans. His jeans look like they’re hiding some sculpted leg muscles, and I’d like to know what the hoodie’s hiding.

He glances up and his eyes zero in on my webcam. His lip snarls and he shakes his head before he turns and walks out of the view of my lens.

It’s already late afternoon and I’m behind on my video. Normally I post one video a day. At least that’s the goal. I do a mix of sex tips, relationship tips, responding to viewers’ questions and product reviews. Product reviews is my real money maker, so I do at least two of those a week.

Companies send me products, and I review them. Not so much review, more display them. Once the monthly viewer numbers of the video are in, they send me a fat check.

Between planning, shooting and editing the videos plus writing a blog to go with them and all the social media promotion, I don’t seem to stop working. Ever.

But I’ve been unpacking and trying to set up my house so I’m a little behind. I always keep a two- to three-week stockpile of videos, but the move has dwindled that down to one week.

After another hour of editing, adding my trademark swirls and flourishes onto the screen, it’s time to switch tasks. I make a quick chicken caesar salad, and sit down at my computer to play on social media.

It’s my favorite part of what I do. Sure there are some ugly trolls who have nothing nice to say, but most people are super fun to interact with. I’ve ‘met’ people from all over the country and world, and have improved thousands of people’s sex lives. I love what I do.

While I chew, I look over at my to-be-reviewed pile. Next up is a feather, which I’m tying in with the boob video. It promises not to lose its shape or break. We’ll see. Also on the pile are all sorts of vibrators and sex toys, lingerie and less direct sex items like books. There are even services like flower delivery. It’s a bit of everything, really.

They always send two of everything, one for me to try out and one to film. Except I don’t have anyone to try them out with anymore.

At least I have a stack of vibrators.

My doorbell rings, snapping me out of a conversation on Facebook about the pros and cons of quickie sex. I review so many products that I’m used to deliveries at all hours.