Chapter 88: Naomi Monroe, 30, the Sofa...

Their masturbation session on Carole’s couch felt much more intimate than when they were at the Bayou Bar. It was more intimate — the two of them were alone in the house. They were hip-to-hip, thigh-to-thigh on that leather couch. There was no live sex show to turn them on — the video was more than enough. They hadn’t gone down to the bayous to masturbate— that just evolved. But they went into the living room for that sole purpose.

There wasn’t a hint of embarrassment — two healthy, horny women at the peak of their sex drives. Carole had the steamy clip running on a loop.

Back in the kitchen, fresh drinks, still nude — no reason to bother with clothes now — they grinned at each other. They’d each had two boisterous orgasms — loud and proud.

Carole said, “I’m glad you let me send your video to Richie. Since he’ll be showing it to Randy — with your full knowledge — I don’t feel like so much of a perv.”

“Luv, you’re my favorite perv.”

“Thank you. Now I wonder if you’ll be stripping on a Saturday like me, or one of the late-night shows.”

“Hey — I haven’t agreed to anything.”

“Even if it’s a night show, I’m gonna ask Kate to let Randy and Richie watch.”

Naomi got a thoughtful look on her face, “Richie, I wouldn’t mind. I’d have to think about Randy.”

“Honey, I’m doing it in front of my boy — you can too.”

“I know I can — the question is will I?”

“And the answer is yes — yes you will.”

Naomi took a sip of her drink, “Maybe.”