Despite the fact that my penthouse is larger than most houses, I find myself not enjoying it often. Many times, I’m glued to the computer doing work shit.

The room that gets the most action is obviously the bedroom. I’ve imported the finest blankets and installed a mirror on the ceiling to give women a first-class sexual experience. Tonight, I’m not trying to find an escort to bring home. I’m not out with Chuck trying to hit on girls who just turned 21 at a bar.

I’m online, sitting in the dark on my computer, waiting to see Lizzie.

Technically, I’m supposed to be doing research on the Bennet Babes for the upcoming investment to make sure it’s financially secure. Instead, I click over to the group show.

Lizzie’s there in the room. She’s fully clothed and waiting with that smirk of disdain on her lips.

This is a much different experience than last time.

Before, Lizzie was simply an idea. She could have just been a computer program designed to get me off. But she sucked my cock in that very room. We fucked in the back of a limo.

Lizzie sure does know how to work a crowd. “Come on. Is that really all you can afford to pitch in?” she asks.

There are a bunch of comments on the side of the screen from guys trying to get her to undress. A lot of them are only pitching in a buck or two to try to reach the goal.

She’s a good hype woman. I bet a lot of the guys watching her now are more of the submissive types. They’re more likely to respond to a woman berating them rather than a girl softly cooing at them to send more money.

As Mr. Big, I send in a comment of my own. “Why don’t you throw these guys a bone? You could make their night by showing your tits.”

I watch as Lizzie’s eyes dart from side to side of her screen. I can tell she’s reading my comment because a slight smirk comes across her face.

“Well, I see we have a high roller tonight. Good to see you again, Mr. Big. Now that’s a real man right there.”

I switch over to the private comments. That way only she’ll read them. I’m sure of this point.

I send, “How much money do you think you could get if the two of us fucked onscreen?”

No one else but Lizzie can read it, and I know she’s looking at it now. She can’t comment directly on it, but she seems to be getting in the mood.

“Well, I don’t know about all you, but I’m starting to get a little hot in here,” Lizzie says. She starts grabbing her tits.

She’s wearing a sheer-white tank top. I can tell she’s not wearing a bra underneath it, and her nipples are just barely poking through.

“Come on, everyone. You want to see my tits, don’t you?” The comment section starts lighting up. Everyone is posting something about her tits.

“Before I start playing with myself, I want you all to do something first.” She’s looking right at the camera. Everyone else may think she’s reading from a script or something, but I can tell she’s talking directly to me.

“I want you to take your cock out and start stroking it. Can you do that for me, baby?”

I laugh. I bet there are dozens of guys all taking their cocks out in unison to jack off to Lizzie feeling herself up. But I know she really wants me to cum. I’m happy to oblige, so I take my cock out of my pants and slowly start to stroke it.

I go slow at first. I don’t want to cum too quickly now. But if there’s any woman who could make me cum prematurely, it’d definitely be Lizzie.

I send her another private message. “Talk dirty to me, baby.”

She receives the message. She looks at the camera again and says, “I want you to fuck me, baby. I want to feel your hard cock inside me.

“Go slow, baby. Go slow. Fuck me like you’ve never fucked any girl before. I want you to cum anywhere you want, baby. In every hole. I want you. I want you so bad.”

I can’t help but masturbate more quickly. I want her so bad. God, what’s she doing to me.

I’ve never gotten involved with a potential client before. She’s making me break my personal rules. I’ve been trying to ignore it since the beginning, but I have to admit something to myself:

I have feelings for Lizzie. And I don’t even know what the fuck to do with that.

Maybe I’ve been trying to convince myself that this was purely physical. I’ve wanted to view Lizzie as simply another conquest. Another woman for me to fuck and then move on.

But Lizzie is not just like any other woman. She’s different, and I want her here with me now.

I don’t want her talking to these other guys who have probably already cum. I can feel myself reaching my climax, so I reach for the tissues next to the computer and cum into the wad. Once I have both hands free again, I give Lizzie a huge tip so that she reaches her goal.

This also means I get a private chat with Lizzie.

Lizzie looks at the screen, realizing she met her goal. She says, “Well boys, it looks like Mr. Big is the big winner again tonight. I’ll be going into a private chat with him for the moment, but don’t go too far away.”

The comment section at the bottom of the screen disappears. The comments of guys begging her to stay goes away. Now it’s just me and her.

“I had a feeling you couldn’t stay away for too long,” she says.

I type in, “I needed to see you again. I want to fuck you so badly.”

“Well, for the moment,” she begins, “I guess this will have to do.” She takes off her top and removes her shorts. She starts slowly fingering herself.

“What do you say? Do you want to get each other off?”

I start stroking my cock, gearing up for round two. “Let’s do it,” I type in.

In unison, we both start moaning and masturbating.