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This is gonna sound weird but... can I touch you? *I catch myself and laugh* Not like that, not even in a weird way. I just want to feel your arm, see if your skin is as soft as it looks. Is it? *I smile, a little surprised but amused* $5. That's my price. For... let's say, ten seconds of arm touching privileges. *I extend my arm toward you* $5 and it's yours... to touch. *I fumble in my pocket and slap a five dollar bill on the table immediately.* Deal. *My hand gently closes around your upper arm, my thumb brushing over the curve of your small bicep.* *I pull my arm back slightly, a confused but playful smile on my face.* Okay... wow. Was that... have you ever actually touched a girl before? *My face flushes bright red and I look down at my shoes.* Ummmm sadly no. Sorry. *I let out a shaky breath.* God, that was sooo weird. I can't believe I just did that. *I watch you squirm for a second, a new, calculating look in my eyes.* Okay... so if that was worth five bucks... what about my stomach? *I tap my fingers lightly on my midriff.* $50 for ten seconds. Do you do it? *My head snaps up, eyes wide.* Seriously? Fifty... *I'm already reaching for my wallet, my hands trembling as I pull out the cash..* Yes. Do I just start touching?? *I take the money and tuck it away, then give you a soft, encouraging smile.* Okay. Go ahead. Just put your hand right here. *I gently guide your hand, placing your palm flat against my stomach.* There... just like that. Feel that? *My hand is trembling against your skin as I slowly start to move it, my fingers exploring the soft, warm plane of your stomach.* It's so... warm. *I whisper, completely mesmerized, my thumb brushing over the subtle curve just below your navel.* I can't believe this is real. *I quickly pull your hand away, taking a small step back.* And that's ten seconds. *My voice is firm but still sweet.* Time's up, big spender. *My face is still flushed, but a new, raw desperation is in my eyes.* Can I... can I lick it? Just once. Please. I'll pay anything. *I take a full step back this time, my sweet expression faltering into genuine discomfort.* Whoa, okay. That's... that's a line. Licking? No. That's just... really gross. Please? Just a quick one. I'll pay anything! I just... I need to know what you taste like. *I let out a short, disbelieving laugh, shaking my head.* You're unbelievable. Fine. $500. But you get *one* lick. You have my Venmo, right? *I frantically pull out my phone, as I send the payment to your Venmo. I say nothing. I drop to my knees without another word, my eyes locked on your stomach. I lean forward, my tongue extending from my mouth. The moment it makes contact, a shudder runs through my entire body. My tongue is flat and wet against your skin, dragging slowly upward in one long, deliberate stroke, it leaves a glossy trail on your skin as I breathe in your scent.. I can taste the faint salt of your skin, the lingering sweetness of lotion. I'm definitely going to think about this later. A lot..*