Overlooked(1)(183)

When I started making my YouTube videos, my friends all laughed at me. Except Darla, of course. They were all laughing at her too, and we spent many a long night consoling each other. Vodka was the biggest help in blocking out their taunting. Especially Nathan’s.

But who’s laughing now?

Both of us are now making good money. Best of all, they’re sitting in cubicles all day dreaming of doing something more with their lives and we’re doing what we want to do.

My plan for this afternoon is to familiarize myself with the next few products I’m going to pimp on video tomorrow. (Yes, I work seven days a week.) I have a schedule for releasing them that I have to meet, so I don’t have any control over the order once I’ve agreed and settled on a date and price with the client.

Tomorrow, I have to get Xtreme Buzz filmed and ready to post for Monday.

I go to my fake bedroom, grab the box and sit at my desk in front of the window.

The first thing I always do is examine the packaging. Xtreme Buzz comes in a purple box that looks expensive and it weighs a lot. The writing on the back promises all the power of an outboard motor and guarantees mind-exploding play every time.

Sure.

I pimp so many of these vibrators, and they all say the same. Well, maybe not the outboard motor part. That’s kind of weird.

It’s a sturdy box and I lift the lid, exposing the toy inside. It’s wrapped in a silky cloth that’s covered in purple kisses. It’s visual, and will look good on the webcam, which is always a bonus. Pretty items get a higher purchase rate, and I get a kick back on every sale I send them.

Plus, now that I don’t have a sex life, solo toys are easiest for me to yammer on about. Since I identify with them now and all.

It’s really hard to do this job without a sex life. How depressing, dishing out advice to all these people having sex, when I haven’t had so much as a kiss in six whole months.

I think I’m even forgetting how it’s done. And I’m certainly running out of new ideas. Sometimes I feel like a nun doling out sex advice.

Turning my attention to the toy, at first I think you only plug the Xtreme Buzz in to charge it, then realize the cord is fixed in. This vibrator must be used while plugged into the wall. The cord is long, but that’s still some planning if you’re going to use it with a partner. ‘Over here honey, near the plug.’ Yeah.

Maybe it’s intended to be used solo.

I get down on my hands and knees to plug it in under my desk. Once I’m back in my chair, I turn on the dial. It’s the lowest setting, but the vibrations in my hand are strong enough to resonate through my entire body. And that’s at a slow speed.

Slowly, I turn up the dial until it’s at its fastest setting. Fuck me.

This thing is insane. Yes, it’s loud like an outboard motor, but holy fucking God, even just holding it in my hand sends vibrations through my entire body.

It’s making me wet, really wet, so I turn it off and drop it on my desk.

My breath heaves as I stare at it. Xtreme Buzz is actually an understatement. A script starts to form in my head and I gaze blankly out the window while I let it form.

A movement breaks my trance. It’s Knox, he’s lifting his garage door. As he stretches to open it fully, his t-shirt lifts up and exposes the bottom of his back muscles.

I zero in on the muscles, wishing he’d turn around so I can see his abs.

The next thing I know, Knox takes off his t-shirt and tosses it into his garage. My breath stops as I survey the perfect specimen of a man.

In addition to all the arm tattoos, he has a few on his chest. His big, powerful, muscular chest.

This isn’t good. He’s my neighbor. And a jerk. I try to drag my eyes away, but can’t.

Like Darla said, there’s nothing wrong with looking. And right now I have the best view going.

Knox disappears into the garage. A few seconds later, a car reverses all the way out of the garage. It’s not the red Mustang from earlier this week. This one is powder blue, but I have no idea what it is. Something old, although it looks shiny new.

He gets out of the car and raises the hood. I assume he’s taking advantage of the beautiful weather as much as I am.

Leaning under the hood, his black jeans mold to his muscular ass, and I get a perfect view.

This is bad, and wrong, and all sorts of other stuff, but my pussy is still wet from the Xtreme Buzz and I have an itch that needs to be scratched.

Standing up, I undo my shorts and let them fall around my feet.

No. I shouldn’t do this.

But his ass, those arms, that torso. I slip my finger under my panties to feel how wet I am. Sopping. And at this point, it’s difficult to know how much is from the vibrator and how much is from Knox.