Free Peep (Brighten Sisters Book 2) by Heather Stone Page A

watch. The camera is held at the perfect angle to not see his face or any defining features. Only his perfect length. He claims in the captions that these videos are of him. God, I hope they are.
    “Hey, Sam. Do you have the file for the Gibson account? Hey you okay, your face is all flushed,” Marc asks as he stops in front of my desk.
    “Umm, yeah. Just…hot. Let me get that file for you.” Closing the phone quickly, I toss it inside the drawer to the right of me, as I grab the information he asked for. Geez, I really need to be more careful.

    * * *
    S urprisingly , the day flies by and after work I find myself at the Irish pub throwing back shots of Jameson. After my first two shots, I’m feeling all types of loose.
    “So, Sam,” Jane says through the laughter and chatter of the other patrons, “I’ve been thinking about this all day. When was the last time you got laid?”
    “Too far back to remember,” I reply, reaching for the new shot glass sitting in front of me. I throw it back and it burns my throat as it warms my body. “But I do watch a shit-ton of porn,” I blurt out before I can stop myself.
    “NO SHIT! I did not see that coming. Really?”
    “Yeah, I have a mild addiction.” I can’t believe I’m admitting this out loud. Must be the booze. “Ever hear of Plunge.xxx ?”
    Her mouth falls open with my admission. “Isn’t that the site where people post all their fantasies and shit?”
    “Something like that.” I shrug.
    “Show me.”
    With all my inhibitions gone, I reach for my phone in my purse and pull it out. “There,” I say, flashing her the screen to the home page. She shakes her head at me.
    “Not good enough, Sam. Show me the good stuff.” Her lip quirks up into a sinful grin. I let out an audible sigh and start to type.
    “Here, happy?” I say, thrusting the phone in her face.
    Her pupils dilate rapidly. “Holy shit. This is hot. God, look at that cock! Oh my God, it says it’s his… Damn it.”
    “What?”
    “No face image, but dude… From his body alone he looks hot. Oh my God, Sam. You need to totally hit that.”
    “What the fuck are you talking about? I can’t “hit” that,” I say while air quoting.
    “Of course you can. Here, look.” She types something on my phone and shows it to me. My heart starts to pound in my chest as I read what she has typed. Is that really a picture of your cock? Because it’s beautiful. I snatch the phone from her hand and try to undo the message but it’s too late. The message has been sent.

Adam
    N aughtygirl7 watches all of my videos. Every. Single. One. I can see who’s viewed. Every day I receive notification with the data of the screen names following me. I’ve used this on a number of occasions to target my audience. Naughtygirl7 has never commented, and I find it strange that she does now.
    I pull up her profile and find very little to work with. So I do what any overly inquisitive pervert would. I request her information.
    Me: A/L/Pic?
    I wait for a few minutes before I get a response. A little too long.
    30/Lower East/see pic attached
    It’s not a full picture, but I’d be concerned if it were. These sites are a breeding ground for some scary fucking people. I may be depraved in a sexual nature, but I am what I claim to be. There’s no hidden agenda, just the promise of the best fuck a girl will ever have.
    Albeit virtually.
    Yeah, I’m cocky, but I’ve earned that right. With one flick of my finger, I can bring a girl’s pussy to my command. The trouble is I have rules and they always get in the way.
    Rule #1. Don’t ever show your face to the Plunge crowd. Why? Everyone has their secrets and I have mine. That means, with the exception of some dirty talk and virtual sex, I’m off limits to these chicks. I never show them my face.
    Sad really. These girls are freaks.
    I inspect her photo. She isn’t a knockout by any stretch, but she does have a girl next door quality that is hot as fuck. Her brown