“You want me to do what?”
Excerpt #3 for Public Display of Everything. Scroll down to the last two blog posts if you have no ida what I’m rambling about ;)
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“Never mind. I get it.” I lean back and scratch my nose. “So, I guess this is a one-time kind of job, then? Like, you borrow my info and that’s it?”
Seems like one hell of a detour to be dishonest to me. He could’ve easily just lied and put down whatever info he wanted. Right?
“Well…” Flynn looks away and grimaces. “Here’s the thing—Goodness, I can’t. I can’t ask you. My friend back home in the States warned me. She said it would be inappropriate of me to ask, so now I can’t.” He covers his face with his hands. “I apologize sincerely for bothering you.”
“Hey. Don’t.” Reaching forward, I nudge his hands away, then sit back once more. “You’ve come this far, yeah?” I grin and shrug. “Might as well continue. And—” it’s my turn to make a face “—I could use the money. I really do need a job.”
He’s already shaking his head. “No. I can’t. You’ve already said it’s not your ‘thing.’” He actually makes air quotes. “This would require being on display.”
“That sounds…” Not good. Not good at all. I shift in my seat. “Ominous.” Still, I’m too curious now to back out. I can always say no, but I wanna know more. “Come on, tell me.” I give him what I hope is a convincing smile.
He stares silently at me for a solid five seconds, then breaks away. His ears tint red. “Running this kind of site…I have learned I cannot be shy and hesitant.” He exhales shakily. “They want to see me. In a window or something. Well, outside too, but most people show themselves in windows.”
That confuses me—talk of “outside,” then windows. “You mean a webcam thing, right? Like, they’d see you in a chat window?”
“No.” He gulps. “A real window. In person.” The next time he looks me in the eye, he starts speaking in a rush again. “Your face would be hidden. They’d only see your body. As you…you know…masturbate.”
“Wait.” My eyes bug out. “You want me to do what?”
While my heart starts racing, I look around me as if I’m guilty of a crime and don’t want the police to throw me in jail.
“You would masturbate in a window.”
