Catherine had her first orgasm while masturbating.
I couldn't help but notice she was getting cuter, and I started liking her even more.
At the same time, Catherine blushed, her eyes filled with embarrassment and shyness.
"This is all your fault! Now I'm all messy again!" she complained.
"Not messy at all. Look the liquid coming out of you, so clear and clean."
Seeing the evidence between her legs, I felt a surge of pride.
The first time Catherine and I got intimate, I put in a lot of effort to please her, but only a little fluid came out.
But now? She just touched herself, and there was so much.
The changes in her were all thanks to my persistent efforts!
I couldn't help but imagine how smooth, comfortable, and enjoyable it would be the next time I was inside her.
"You always know how to sweet talk me. I'm going to take another shower." With that, she tossed her phone on the table and headed to the bathroom.
The phone landed on the table, pressing against her makeup bag, with the screen facing the bathroom.
The bathroom had a white tiled wall at the end, so I couldn't see the shower or the bathtub area, and I couldn't watch Catherine's entire bathing process.
"Catherine, take me with you when you shower!" I shouted on the video call.
The only response I got was a cold, "Dream on!"
Well, Catherine had begun throwing little tantrums, even starting to pull away from me.
"Don't, Catherine, I showed you me showering last night. As an exchange, you should show me yours," I begged shamelessly.
The only response I got was the sound of water flowing from the bathroom, along with the steam drifting out.
It made me feel hot and restless like ants were crawling all over, making me itch.
All I could think about was having sex with Catherine.
But we were hundreds of miles apart. If I kept thinking like this, I'd be sexually frustrated.
I hung up the phone with Catherine, despite the pain, for the sake of our future happiness together.
By now, I had finished showering, turned off the water, put on my underwear, threw on a bathrobe, and walked to the sink to blow dry my hair.
At that moment, there was a knock on my room door.
Thinking it was John looking for me about Fiona, I turned off the hairdryer, walked to the door, and opened it.
But it was Emily standing there, seeing me shirtless, with my well-defined muscles on display. Especially the bulge in my underwear, as my penis hadn't softened since the video call with Catherine.
Even after the shower, my penis was still hard, pushing up my snug underwear, forming a tall tent.
Emily's gaze quickly swept over me, and her face immediately turned red.
"John is showering now. He asked me to call you to the living room to discuss Fiona's matter tonight. Put on some clothes before coming out, okay?" she said as she turned around.
I glanced down at my body, quickly closed the open collar, and tied the belt around my waist.
"Got it, I'll be out in a moment."After that, I retreated back into my room, closed the door, went back to the bathroom to finish blow-drying my hair, and then changed into a set of pajamas from the wardrobe before heading out and plopping down on the sofa in the living room.
Just then, John finished his shower and stepped out of his room. His hair was still damp, a towel wrapped around his head, and his pajamas hung loosely on him.
"David. Let's have a good chat. Why did Fiona want to see you alone? Does she have a crush on you?" he asked curiously.
If it was before leaving work yesterday, I might have thought she had a crush on me.
But after seeing Fiona get into Matthew's car for two nights in a row and witnessing them share a passionate kiss before she got in the car tonight, I gave up that idea.
It was clear they were genuinely in love and deeply passionate about each other. In that case, Fiona definitely wouldn't be interested in anyone but Matthew.
She wouldn't be interested in me. Her feelings towards me were purely professional, like a typical relationship between a boss and an employee, and it was unlikely to develop beyond that.
"Forget it, it's embarrassing just to think about it," I sighed helplessly.
"What's wrong? What happened?" John asked, looking at me with anticipation.
He seemed eager to hear some juicy news that would make him happy.
"Do you know what goes on on the third floor of our bar?"
John thought for a moment, unable to figure it out, and then Emily spoke up first, "It's a place for erotic transactions."
John and I immediately got shocked, staring at her intently.
"How do you know?" John asked, wide-eyed.
"Before coming to the bar, I did some research. It's not only the largest venue in our area, with the highest consumption and the highest level of customer spending but also the most developed and famous place for erotic transactions in our area. The police have no way to deal with this bar because there's no evidence to prove they're engaged in erotic transactions," Emily explained calmly.
"And, the third floor is where male models work, while the fourth floor is where women work, and the second floor is our bar's private rooms, divided into regular and VIP rooms. VIP rooms are mostly used by VIPs or wealthy tycoons," she added.
I looked at her with a hint of admiration in my eyes.
I never expected Emily, who usually appeared so quiet, to have such a meticulous mind, to have researched the workplace before starting the job.
This was indeed much better than both John and me.
"So, just like what Emily said. Fiona's purpose in finding me was to invite me to the third floor to work as a male model for erotic transactions," I briefly said.
"Really? What's the pay like?" John had just taken a sip of water and sprayed it out.
"If I agree, I'll be a top male model, with a base salary of fifty thousand dollars a month, not including the tips from wealthy women," I said calmly.
"That's a lot of money! Did you agree?" he asked again.
I answered seriously, "Of course not, what do you take me for? I have a girlfriend."