Sext God

“No, old man… listen. If you're sending messages to some bird on Instagram, direct messages, I mean… those videos expire. They can watch him once, maybe twice and then they're gone. It's totally safe.”

I shake my head. This is news to me, but for some reason I don't want to admit that.

“Okay, I see you didn't know that,” he smiles. “It’s true. And the thing about the cum shot is true too. Girls love it. It talks to their primal energies, you know what I'm saying? Send it to her.”

I can't help but be intrigued, and I edge toward the door, acting like I'm ready to go.

“I’ll let you get back to work.”

“Why don’t you let me see what you’ve got going on there?” he suggests. “I can give you some pointers. I would love to see what somebody like you gets up to.”

I just glare at him.

“Yeah, okay, never mind,” he chuckles, sliding his hand through his spiky hairdo. “Well, let me know. Offer stands.”

I should leave, but I’m kind of curious. Obviously Kirkman has a lot of experience in this arena.. His suggestion seems vulgar, but he definitely has the numbers to back up what he’s saying.

“So… I just send her a video? Just out of the blue?”

He rolls his eyes dramatically.

“No, man… definitely don’t do that. You have to build up to it, just like in real life. You gotta build a whole story. Tell her what you want to do to her. Tell her how it's going to go… you know how it is. Give her some fairytale to latch onto, then boom… hit her with the money shot.”

“The money shot, right.”

He shrugs, dropping back into the chair and turning his body back to the mixing board.

"Yeah, man… one time I was chatting up this chick in Paris and I got her so turned on she actually flew to Iowa to catch me on tour. She was that ready for me. Tracked me down in my hotel room and everything.”

“You really don't understand the point of personal security, do you?” I say wryly.

He waves his hand in the air, brushing the thought out of the air.

“And you don't seem to understand the point of sexting, August.”

“Which is?”

“To stop sexting!”

I let my hands rise and then fall helplessly.

“I have no idea what you are talking about.”

“To get the pussy in real life, August!” he explains, his words slow and enunciated like I'm an idiot. “The whole point of this exercise is to get a girl so wound up that she can't help but fall at your feet the next time she sees you. It's a means to an end.”

“Oh… yeah. I guess that does make sense,” I admit.

“Pussy is what makes the world go round, August,” he informs me as he fires up the sound board again. “You are overcomplicating things. Just get in, say what you gotta say to get her legs spread, chalk it up to a win.”

As soon as I see he’s got the headphones back on I back out of the room, closing the door behind me. Something about talking to that guy leaves me feeling oily.

But I have to admit, it makes it all a lot more clear. I hadn’t understood what the endgame was. Just saying dirty things on Instagram seemed sort of pointless, as well as creating needless security holes I hoped I wouldn’t have to fill. But if what he is saying is true, the videos are even more discreet than the texts.

And if the other things he is saying are true, then I need to think about my end game. Do I want to meet her in real life?

Chapter 11

Dahlia