Explore Our Free Episode

“Okay baby, check your account.  Make sure the money transfer goes through…”

Jason clicked the keys on his keyboard again, “It's there.  And I see your address also.  Oh wow, so you're at The Promenade, huh?” he grinned.

“So can I ask you a question?”

“Sure,” Jason answered, touching his crotch to make sure that he could still feel it.  It was his PTSD at work.  The accident had him paranoid.

“Ever been with a white girl?” Mimi asked.

“Actually,  I have not.  But I think white girls are beautiful,” he told her, knowing that most of his clientele back in the day were white women.  

Call it muscle memory: What he did remember was that women, in general, need to feel special like they are the only ones that exist.  On the other hand, in order to succeed at reeling in his catch and making them a paying client, Jason learned to make them feel special by focusing on the one thing that either made them stand out from other women, or hone in on an insecurity.  He taught himself to make their insecurities their most beautiful asset.  So if she was heavy-set, he would tell them that he only fucked big girls.  If they had one eye, he told them that he only dated cyclops’ in his personal life.  And even then, the rule was to sound believable.

“...I've only been with black women...and one Asian woman!”

“I love black women,” she admitted.

“Oh, so you're bi…?”

“No, but every once in a while my boyfriend likes to have a third person in the mix, and he has a preference for black women also.  Actually we have preferences for a lot of things, but when he’s with a black woman we both enjoy the skin contrast when he's moving in and out of her…”.

Mimi continued, “On your profile you said that you are a virgin.   I like that,”.

“I didn't say that I was a virgin.  I said that I've been celibate for almost 2 years, and that it feels like I'm a virgin….,” Jason said in a voice barely above a whisper.

“Why were you celibate?  Did somebody tell you that you're going to Hell for eating pussy?”

“Nothing like that,” Jason scoffed.  “I just ain’t been touched in…”

“Why’d you stop talking?”

He looked away from the computer screen for a moment to compose himself then turned back to it.

“Phyne as you are… I bet the girls can't keep their hands off you,” Mimi giggled.

Jason smiled sheepishly.

“Hey, my boyfriend is gonna be home later.   Whatever we're gonna do we need to get to it.  So why’re you telling me that you haven't been touched.  What you got Leprosy or something,” she teased?

Jason moved back from his desk, until Mimi could see his wheelchair.