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going
to watch?
    Head.
    Desk.
    Picturing people with score cards in front of a monitor
didn’t really help her get in the mood.
    She flipped open the viewing screen on the camera where it
sat on the dresser. It’d been there for two nights and two days. The
possibility that the battery had run down filled her chest with hope.
    Eighty-seven percent battery life.
    Great.
    The screen showed the bed and not much else.
    It reminded her of the center ring in a circus.
    She switched off the overhead light and turned on a lamp
sitting on a night stand next to her bed.
    Searching her room for anything else to do made her feel
like a coward. She just needed to rip off the proverbial Band-Aid and get the
video made. He’d said she didn’t have to come, so she tried to calm down.
    She pushed the record button, waited for the red light to
come on. Haltingly she crawled onto the bed, about as turned on as a burned-out
light bulb. There was no way she was going to have her first orgasm like this.
Since that conclusion was out maybe she should just prove to him that videoing
wasn’t the right thing to ask someone like her to do?
    Settling on the bed, she positioned her body, with her knees
bent at an angle to the camera so it could only see the silhouette of her body
as her side-light backlit her. She hoped she wasn’t going to make a fool of
herself. All the other subjects in his study probably knew what to do—bet they
looked beautiful. Porn stars in the making.
    Her? More like Masturbation For Dummies, Getting Off 101,
How Not To Do It.
    She took a deep breath to halt the negative “poor-me”s
piling up in her mental queue. For once, she decided to grow a pair and try to
enjoy herself. At least she’d get to scrub the video from her mental to-do
list.
    It took all her concentration to relax her fists. She
focused on the ceiling for a few minutes, then closed her eyes, picturing Dr.
Hottie crowding her beside the bed with his one eyebrow raised, waiting—
    No time like the present…
    She trailed the tips of her fingernails over her hip bones
and along her abdomen, tracing her ribs. Her breasts overfilled her hands as
she cupped them, thumbing her nipples. A moan tumbled into the private space,
changing it into more of a porn shoot than she expected she could achieve.
    She couldn’t help but smile as she plucked at her sensitive
nipples.
    “How would you do it, Dr. Hottie?” she whispered it quiet
enough that the camera wouldn’t pick it up. It struck her again he was really going to watch her while she tried to get off.
    Research. She was doing this for research. The need to do a
good job for him was there, but her fear of not achieving orgasm dampened her
enthusiasm.
    Maybe she should have bought some latex gloves, making the
fantasy a bit more real.
    She traced her lips and licked two fingers, sliding her
tongue between them as she’d like to do to the underside of his cock. “I bet
you’re thick and I hope you’re as hard as I want you to be.” The words
slithered around her, wrapping her in heated anticipation.
    Her feet wouldn’t stay still on the mattress, nor would her
hips, which pumped in time to a phantom lover she wished were really there.
    She traced the lips of her sex and her mouth opened on a
pant.
    Moisture coated her pussy as if she’d had hours of foreplay
instead of just minutes. She couldn’t remember a time when she’d been so wet.
Possibly on her appointment earlier in the week but she didn’t want to read too
much into that either. It was more than likely just a fluke.
    What was it going to be like when he really did touch her?
When he purposefully set out to make her come?
    Her fingers found their way to her slick opening. It didn’t
take any more prep than that. She slid one inside, sighing at the feel of
penetration, no matter how slight.
    Squeezing her breast made her pump her slick digit inside
her clenching channel. She added another finger, stretching her intimate flesh.
The burn was