Chapter 89

When Flynn Clooney got home from school, he could tell immediately that something was up with his mother. She looked giddy, excited.

“What?”

“Claire asked me to star in a video — a promotion for Carefree! James said I could do it.”

Flynn stared at her, a mixture of awe and pride in his expression, “Riley, that is out-fucking-standing. What is she going to have you do?”

“I don’t know, that’s up to her adverting agency — it’s called Robinson & Robinson. I do know that they’ll film me indoors — to show off how nice the apartments are.”

“And so you don’t get burned.”

He looked thoughtful. Riley could almost read his mind, “You’re thinking about Logan, right?”

“Yeah. Whether I should give him a Carefree link to your video.”

“You don’t have to link him — you can have your own copy.”

“Good. But I still have to decide.”

“Tell you what. Eat your snack, then we’ll do my bikini shot.”

Flynn nodded, “Yeah, then I’ll see how he reacts to that.”

She hopped into the shower and he was waiting for her. He had three bikinis laid out on her bed — green, red, and blue. “Good idea, hon, this’ll give us a choice.” But she knew the green one would win out. It was a string bikini and showed the most flesh.

He said, “I”ll stay in the kitchen — like it’s a secret, you don’t know I’m shooting you.”

“We could do it that way, but wouldn’t Logan think it was naughtier if I posed for you?”

He thought about that, then grinned, “You’re right.”

She stepped into the red one and checked herself out. Flynn fluffed up her nipples. “Turn around.”

He tilted his head, trying to imagine her through Logan’s eyes. “Nope, it covers too much of your butt.”

“Blue it is.”

He studied her again, shook his head, “The material’s too thick. I want to see your nipples better. You were right — green.”

“As you wish, milord.”

She did a full pivot in front of him. The green thong covered her pussy, but the rest of the bottom was as thin as a fishing line. He gave an approving nod, “You look naked from behind.”

“Thank you, kind sir.”

Out in back, she struck a series of poses, telling him, “Click away — even a doofus like you will get some good ones.”

“Bite me.”

“Tonight. Oh wait, your father will be home.”

After a few minutes, they had several stills and video clips to choose from. Riley winked at him, “Time to sex it up. Douse my front with the hose.”

She didn’t appear naked — the three green pieces were still visible. But her breasts and pussy were too.

Flynn sighed, “Maybe someday.”

Riley giggled and slipped out of her bikini, “Maybe this.”

“God, Riley, just God.” But he kept his camera busy.