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Click here"There's that sense of humor I was talking about," Mari beamed. "That's why you're going to make the perfect trophy boyfriend."
Now it was his turn to keep from spitting up his orange juice. "Trophy boyfriend?"
"Don't tell me you want this to just be a one-night-stand," Mari pouted.
"It's not that." It really wasn't. The boyfriend part didn't bother him at all. "It's the 'trophy' part. I'm not a trophy boyfriend. If I'm any kind of trophy, it's a participation ribbon."
Mari giggled. "Don't sell yourself short, baby. You're more than that. Though...I'll admit, you're not quite at your best."
"What do you mean?"
"Want to know why I really chose you?" Mari leaned forward.
"If it's that you were just preparing me for a ritualistic sacrifice conducted by rich people in robes and masks, can we at least do it one more time?"
Another smirk and slap to his arm later, and Mari continued. "I'm serious. More than being cute, funny, eager to please, and hung, what I saw in you was potential." Before he could come up with another quip or joke, Mari nimbly straddled his lap, all without upsetting the tray of food. Her robe slipped open further, giving her the same level of plunging neckline as her dress had the night before.
"Right now, you're great," Mari revealed, "but you have the potential to be astounding. Stick with me, baby. I'll work that lean body into something that'd put Batman to shame. I'll give you enough confidence to motorboat Power Girl the second you meet her. You'll feel better, live better, and fuck better. What do you say, baby?"
"There wasn't one word of that I didn't like," he replied with a smirk. "I'm in." To cement the arrangement, he slid his hands up her thighs and squeezed her bare ass hiding behind the robe.
Overjoyed, she kissed him firmly. What followed most definitely caused the tray of food to spill. She could just buy more; but she enjoyed him.
- COMMENTS
Anonymousover 1 year agoI read the first & last pages.
No man with any confidence would be "in", & he would have the confidence after being selected & taken there.
Respond to my comment if you feel like getting real.
Lithium_hoboover 4 years agoAuthorSo, there is a reason why the male character of this story is so under-described and unnamed. Originally, this was going to be a 1st person POV story. So, I wanted the guy Vixen goes after to be as amorphous as possible so the reader could inject as much of their own appearance into the character. Obviously, it did not stay in 1st person, but the male protagonist's limited descriptors remained.
Anonymousover 4 years agoThis is amazing, thank you! I'm also intrigued by who the nameless man is (unless I missed the name)!
