<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=100499.msg4418382#msg4418382">Quote from: lollipop on 25-03-2011, 04:24:37</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><br/><br/>“That would be because you never asked for it. I think you were too distracted by the color of my shirt.”<br/><br/>Zach blushed a little realizing his error and tried not to seem any more awkward. Still he held his ground doing his best to try and seem masculine though he knew it was not his strongest area. <em>Just think how the men act in the porn flicks</em> he thought to himself trying to coach his approach to this.<br/><br/>“But, if you’re asking ... it’s Nicole.”<br/><br/>  Nicole, he wondered if that was her real name or not. He knew that both strippers and call girls usually had alternate aliases for their own saftey, he began to wonder if he should have used an alias. It took him a few minutes to realize the futility of that thought. He needed to keep his mind on task at hand.<br/><br/>Nicole is it, a privilege to meet you. I mean, a pleasure to meet you.  He fumbled over his words as they walked to the bedroom, he stood next to the end of the bed trying to remember if there was anything he needed to quickly hide to save any more embarrassment.<br/>Nicole was idling walking around the room, somehow making even her casual examining look sexy and alluring. He knew he was in for a very good time.<br/> <br/><br/>“So tell me Zack, what do internet moguls like to do in their ... bedrooms?”<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/><br/>His mind quickly panicked... comic books! No wait, don't say that... Video games? Television? Porn? He was spending so much of his energy trying to come up with something to say that he completely forgot that he must look like a deer in the headlights at the moment. He awkwardly rubbed his hands together as he stumbled over his words.<br/><br/>Well you know, this is where I work my magic.  He motioned towards the laptop on his bedside table I can check up on just about anything I need from right over there Fool, a damned fool. He sat down on the edge of the bed, the change in posture pushed his manhood out of the hole in his boxers, he quickly tried to push it back in, then realized he probably shouldn't then cursed himself again for fumbling in front of the woman. It was a lost cause anyways, he might not have had the confidence of most men, but nature was kind when it endowed him. Hopefully that would draw attention away from elsewhere.<br/><br/>So, Nicole. You like the place?