"God, leave me alone, Jon!" Sarah yelled, suddenly vaulting to a sitting position.
Jon pulled back, eyes wide, surprised.
The two stared at each other for a moment before Sarah began to blush. She looked away, unable to look Jon in the eye. Or John in general. God, what had she done? Sarah began to look for the stone. Maybe... maybe she could wish this away?
"Sarah... was it... was it my show that upset you?" John said.
Sarah was still silent. She could feel her wet thighs. She wanted to die.
"Look, I am sorry if it got a bit out of hand. I thought that you... enjoyed it. I mean, you were the one who gave me this fantastic opportunity! Without you, I wouldn't have figured out that this... this is me!" Jon's voice became very excited, suddenly.
Sarah paused for a moment. What is he talking about? I need to correct this. Need to wish it away. She didn't reply and continue looking for the stone. Maybe under the pillow?
"I know I can be selfish when I get into the cam mode, but it is all for you, right? You set everything up, and you get all the money. I just perform. I become alive when I perform. So, it is a win-win, right?" A pause. "Sarah?"
Sarah lifted the pillow and saw the smooth stone.
"Come on, Sarah. Talk to me!" Jon said, a bit annoyed.
Sarah cupped her hand on the stone.
"Hey, I want to know. I want to help!" Jon's hand touched Sarah's. "Please, let me help."
The tender touch made Sarah pause, wish caught in her throat. She saw Jon's face, his lipstick somehow still intact, his pigtails framing a... cute face. She had hated him just an hour ago and now... If only she could stop thinking with her clit!
"I..."
