Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 117574 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 588(@200wpm)___ 470(@250wpm)___ 392(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 117574 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 588(@200wpm)___ 470(@250wpm)___ 392(@300wpm)
I quickly find the photo and hand it to Auggie. “See? Now, that doesn’t look nearly as scary as you were imagining, does it?”
Auggie doesn’t reply; he stares at the photo silently. Apparently, even that kind of piercing looks scary as shit to him.
“You could take it out, immediately,” I say quickly. “That’s certainly what I’m planning to do with whatever piercings I wind up with.”
Auggie hands me the phone back. But still, he doesn’t say anything.
“If piercings are a non-starter for you,” I say, “then I guess we could finally have intercourse on-camera for the first time. I bet if we—”
“Absolutely not.” He shakes his head defiantly. “That’s the one thing we’ve got left that’s only for us. I’m not going to share that with anyone. I’d rather take a year off from school than fuck you, on-camera.”
My heart flutters. I don’t actually want to have intercourse on-camera. I totally agree, it’s our one private thing, along with kissing. We haven’t done either on camera, and I’ve been glad about that. But I would have done both, gladly, if it meant Auggie wouldn’t lose his hard-earned spot in the vet program.
“Okay, I’ll pierce my dick,” Auggie says on an exhale. “Man, that’s a sentence I never thought I’d say in my lifetime.” When I laugh, he shrugs. “If this doesn’t work, then at least we’ll know we tried everything possible.”
“Agreed.” I take his hand. “Are you sure about the piercing? If not, I’ll—”
“Yeah, I’m sure. Let’s do it. I’m in.”
Oh, my heart. It’s fluttering again. He’s so fucking hot and adorable. “Okay, here’s the plan. We’ll head back to Tessa’s now and feed the dogs. While we’re there, we’ll send private messages to the high rollers and also do a video announcing the ‘old-school telethon’ and set a countdown clock with a finish line of 11:55 tonight. We need to give you time to actually make the transfer, right? And after that, we’ll put up a long list of zany, silly things we’re willing to do, for various threshold amounts, including the piercings—which we’ll make our grand finale, the last adventure of the telethon—with a minimum threshold of a thousand bucks a piercing. While we’re waiting for the pledges to roll in, I’ll call a piercing place and rent it out for an hour at, say, ten. Just to be on the safe side. To kick things off, we should squeeze in a few quick shenanigans ‘for free’—for tips only—to get the algorithm working in our favor.” I take a deep breath and exhale. “Does all that sound good?”
Auggie’s eyes are wide with astonishment. “Holy fuck, Charlotte. You’re incredible at this. You’re a porn-queen genius-phenom.”
I laugh. “I’m feeling motivated to help you, that’s all. I’m not gonna let your dreams crash and burn, Auggie Vaughn. Not on my watch. Not after everything you’ve done for me and the mess I’ve made of your life.” I take his hand and kiss the top of it, feeling physically electrified by excitement. “In the immortal words of a band that probably wasn’t a boy band, but could have been, I really don’t know for sure, since they only had one hit, thanks to a TV show: “I’ll be there for you.” As Auggie cracks up, I turn and secure my seatbelt with gusto, and then point forward enthusiastically through his front windshield. “Onward to Tessa’s house, baby! We’ve got tuition to pay by midnight and a whole lot to accomplish before then.”
26
AUGGIE
10:14 pm
“Titty-fucking motherfucker!”
That’s the string of syllables that involuntarily explodes out of my mouth when the needle punctures the base of my dick, and everyone watching my impalement guffaws in reaction. They cackled and hooted pretty raucously when I got both nipple piercings done a few minutes ago, too; but my reaction this time to the needle slicing my tender flesh is bigger, so, naturally, their reaction is bigger, too.
The tattoo/piercing place is devoid of patrons for this livestream, thankfully, due to Charlotte’s smart planning for our grand finale event. The only two people here, in person, other than Charlotte and me, are 1) The dude who’s piercing my sensitive flesh, and 2) a tattoo artist with some time to kill who kindly agreed, for a fat tip, to be our cameraman for these shenanigans. But of course, we’re also joined for this livestream by a surprisingly large online audience—our biggest one yet.
“All done, my friend,” the piercing dude declares, patting my bare shoulder. My shirt is off, thanks to the nipple piercings. My sweatpants are pulled down and my flaccid cock is out. “You can open your eyes now, Salami.”
I open one eye and squint down at my dong with trepidation to find it glaring back at me like, “What the fuck did you just do to me, motherfucker?” At the base of my cock, there it is: a shiny, metal hoop that’s every bit as shiny as the two metal rods newly rammed through each of my nipples. Who am I? How is this my life?