Lori bites her lip—another gesture I’ve seen a million times. “I think it must be, well, freeing.”
“Exactly,” Toby says, reaching for her hand. “Let me ask you something. And correct me if I’m wrong. But have you felt trapped or bound by limits on things other people told you were wrong? Maybe even felt guilty that you wanted these things for yourself?”
Holy fucking shit.
I can see it happening and Lori doesn’t even realize what’s coming. Or rather what will be coming—her. Toby’s totally rocking this shit, getting Lori hot just with his words.
She nods.
Toby smiles and leans in, resting his hand on her thigh now and tracing light circles just above her knee. “And maybe you feel like these women who Jake has helped were getting something you deserved, too?”
His hand moves higher, and Lori’s eyes start to flutter. She swallows hard and nods again.
I glance over at Layla. This is too perfect. We couldn’t have planned this even if we wanted to.
“Lori,” Layla says, “you do deserve it. I think you need to give this show a chance—a real firsthand experience kind of chance—before you make your decision.”
That’s all Lori needs to hear, apparently. “Okay.”
I want to cheer along with the crowd because that was almost too fucking easy. But my man Toby has talent, it seems.
I clap him on the back. “Okay, dude, this is your chance to prove if you can handle the show.”
I silently will him not to fuck this up. For lots of reasons. Not only could we still be slapped with the fines, but if he totally sucks at this I don’t know where that leaves Layla and I. I still haven’t told her my plans for Toby to be my successor.
But come on, I shouldn’t doubt the guy. He learned from the best, right? He’s hungry to prove himself.
Um, well, or just plain hungry. Because he doesn’t waste a second.
Toby drops to his knees in front of Lori and grabs her legs, swinging them up over his shoulders as he pushes up her dress in one quick motion, exposing a lacy thong that’s—yep, I look over his shoulder just to be sure—totally fucking soaked.
Damn, son.
Layla and I watch as he gives her the premium treatment, and the next thing I know, Layla’s moving over next to me and straddling my lap.
The audience fucking loses it, almost growing out the moans that are coming from Lori’s mouth now that Toby’s removed her thong and is working her over thoroughly. I have to say, this episode is probably one for the records. Lori wanted her world rocked? Done.
She’s already coming, but Toby doesn’t let up. He’s in for round two like a champ.
I pull my attention back to Layla as she grinds against my cock. “You’re not going to let him show you up are you?” she whispers in my ear.
Hell fucking no, I’m not.
“I know my girl likes to put on a show,” I whisper back, cupping her tits in my hands and squeezing, making her head fall back with her own moan. “Let’s give them all a show they’ll never forget.”
Layla
I grind against Jake's cock. “You’re not going to let him show you up are you?” I whisper in his ear.
“I know my girl likes to put on a show,” he whispers back, cupping my tits in his hands and squeezing, making my head fall back as I moan. “Let’s give them all a show they’ll never forget.”
I like the sound of that. I like it a lot. His hands may be the first thing that he showed me that he was good with, but I think it's time for me to show America what it means to lock down the most famous tongue in the country. "Show me this act you're so famous for," I say, keeping my voice sweet so he knows this isn't about me being jealous of anything he's done on this show with other women.
"Don't mind if I do," Jake says, lifting me up and sitting me in a chair.
His eyes never leave mine as he goes down to his knees right in front of me, his hands reaching for my breasts. He squeezes my tits the moment his knees touch the floor, and he squeezes them harshly, forcing a scream of delight out of my mouth.
Letting go of my breasts, he slides