Chapter 20
— Scout —
Remmy pulled away too soon. She had her walls up—I could see it in her eyes and feel it in the tension across her shoulders. Hell, I felt it in the slight push she gave against my chest.
“Kissing me won’t silence me, Scout.”
I shook my head, nothing more than a whisper of a movement. “It wasn’t intended to silence.” Not in the least.
Her eyes narrowed a fraction. Cold and assessing, as if expecting me to demand the answers to the countless questions consuming my head. Ones I wouldn’t voice until she was ready.
In the end, Remmy broached the elephant in the room after a forceful exhale. “I make videos, okay.”
I tried to school my surprise, I really fucking did, but my treacherous reaction had my eyes widening and brows shooting high. I swallowed, twice, mulling over the information she blindsided me with.
“You’re a…” I barely dared to breathe around the two words that whispered free. “… porn star ?”
“No, I’m not a porn star!” she exclaimed defensively and paced before me.
I watched her prowl back and forth while debating how forward I needed to be. Remmy was the kind of woman who could handle the hard, direct answers, so I folded my arms over my chest and steeled myself.
“The extra-large bottle of lube, camera tripod, and the goddamn sex machine with a recently used rubber cock suggest otherwise.”
Her gaze snapped to me. Gone was the warmth of a fall morning from her irises, replaced by icy hostility. She glanced at her nails, snorted a humorless breath, then back to me. Her chin lifted, and her shoulders straightened with the inner strength of a woman who’s had to stand up for herself time and time again, damn the consequences and to hell with the fall out.
That adjustment in her stance had me standing taller, steeling myself for the sharp truth about to roll off her tongue.
“I’m on FootFet . It’s how I make my money.”
I stilled. I wasn’t expecting that . As the cogs turned in my mind, I murmured, “So… people pay you for…”
Defensive, Remmy crossed her arms and huffed another sharp exhale. Looking me dead in the eye, almost in a challenge, she mic dropped. “Some clients send me special requests for videos, some have a subscription to my channel, and they view videos I’ve previously uploaded, or some do pay per view.”
I took a second, but I couldn’t stop my tone from becoming dubious. “So, they get off on your feet?”
“Not literally, but yes.”
I thumbed toward the spare room with the offending machine. “You fuck that with your feet ?”
Remmy’s expression screamed kill me now . “For want of a better term, yes.”
“For money?” I deadpanned.
Irritation rose in her eyes, and she bit out, “Yes.”
“How much money?”
Her chin tucked back. “That’s a rude question.”
Remorse humbled me as I dragged a hand down my face. “Sorry, that was rude.”
“And none of your business,” she snapped.
“It’s really not. All I meant was…” I looked around, taking in her nice apartment without trying to be condescending about it. “…This is a really nice place.”
“Thanks,” she deadpanned, still giving me the vibe that she’d gladly rip out my throat.
For once, I didn’t know what to say. Words failed me as I ran my gaze up and down Remmy, from her long dark hair and icy glare to her shapely legs and feet…
I swallowed grittily. “Show me.”
Remmy circled her hand. “You’ve practically seen it all. There’s nothing else to show aside my bedroom down the hallway.”
I couldn’t help but chuckle. The sound low and deep in my chest. “I don’t mean your apartment, honey.”
Her brows pulled low in confusion, then shot high when I clarified, “Show me what you do.”
Call it sordid fascination, call it straight-up perverted, but I wanted to see exactly what kind of content she made for her clients.
My focus dropped to the ground. To her pretty manicured toenails, and it suddenly all made sense—why she was so… careful… of her feet.
Remmy’s voice pitched. “Are you serious?”
My attention returned to her incredulous expression. Sure, I’d watched porn, but nothing with foot fetishes. Color me curious. I wanted to witness it firsthand.
“Yeah, I am.”
A challenge shone in her eyes, as if she was giving me a silent ultimatum where I’d better be sure to make the right choice, otherwise I’d be out on my ass sans a jugular.
“With your feet. Like what you do for a paying client. I want to see it.”
I had other questions too: Did she get off on it? Did she find it arousing? Or was it like any other job where it was purely about getting the task done?
“No,” came her one firm word.
Warring reactions bounced between my chest and head. Distant arousal danced over the ends of my nerves despite irritation trying to take hold. Half of me was pissed, the other…
“Yes,” I snapped, then rubbed my hand over my chin as I eyed her. “I’m sure you understand I have… questions.”
Remmy’s chin tipped. “And I’m sure you’ll understand there are some things I don’t have to share with you.”
My hardened tone rose a little. “I’m torn between wanting to fuck you and trying not to give you a piece of my mind.”
The barest hint of a smirk touched her mouth. “I thought you weren’t a foot fetish kind of guy.”
“I’m not.”
She took a slow, swaying step forward, stealing my breath with the sensual movement. In the space of two paces, I felt the mood shift, like she’d regained control of the reins, and I was now a spectator in the game I’d created.
“Oh, but I think you are,” she whispered.
I hissed when she cupped my growing boner and squeezed a little.
Her smile grew wider and the lighter flecks in her green eyes flashed. “Actually, I know you are.”
I grabbed her wrist but didn’t remove her hand. “Show me,” I demanded again, much hoarser.
She rubbed, coaxing more blood to my cock. “I don’t think you can handle it.”
Heated coiled. My entire body lit with arousal that fed off my impatience. I whipped out my free hand. Fingers wrapping around the back of her neck, I tugged her closer until our mouths almost collided.
“What I can’t handle is you keeping me on a fucking knife’s edge. So, either you saddle up or strip off because, either way, this visit is going end in me fucking you. The only difference will be if it’s in this room or another.”
I’d had a day of frayed nerves and adrenaline spikes, and one way or another, I was going to get the damn release I needed.
I stole a quick, hard kiss before pulling Remmy away again. Her mouth opened and closed comically before her jaw set.
“Fine. You asked for it. But when you get jealous, don’t bitch about it.”
Dumbfounded with my heart running wild, I stared after her as she strode down her hallway.
She roughly righted the chair when I entered the illicit room, then pointed at the far wall. “Stand over there.”
I remained rooted to the spot—front row tickets to the show I would either love or hate. “I’m good here.”
Remmy pressed the pointer and middle fingers of each hand to her temples and rubbed a few quick circles. “For the love of God, stop being an ass.”
I couldn’t help the smirk. Or the low chuckle.
Both earned me nothing but a scathing glare—a warning that didn’t wane until I raised my hands and backed up a few paces. If I was going to have the end game, I had to work the opening play right.
My mouth dried as Remmy sat on the seat and shuffled it closer to the sex machine. I could taste the kindling lust on my tongue, feel my cock growing heavier with anticipation by the second. I palmed it through my jeans and squeezed while she got herself set up, unable to help the low groan that knotted in my throat.
She gave me a final side-eye before wordlessly drizzling lube over her spread toes. She smoothed her feet together in slow, luxurious movements that had me gulping. Had me shifting as uncomfortable arousal surged.
I didn’t dare move, let alone take my eyes off the scene. And while I had imagined that Remmy would find her own arousal heightened, the concentration on her face surprised me as she slowly teased the tips of her toes down the dildo shaft. With her feet then pressed together, she drizzled on more lube, then slowly foot-fucked the toy.
For countless seconds or minutes, I couldn’t tell, the only sound filling the air was the wet sounds of lubrication. Until Remmy grunted quietly. It was then that I noticed a wince cut through her expression as she quietly released a long breath. I knew that breath. It was the controlled one that got released when muscles were screaming for mercy. Realization hit me like a freight train—while I was sure some days would be more erotic than others for Remmy, this was a job, and she treated it as such.
With one last squeeze of my boner through my pants, I crossed the room, plucked up the discarded towel, and stopped Remmy’s movements with a gentle touch to her ankle. She glanced up at me as if breaking from a trance.
“I’ve seen enough,” I murmured quietly.
A pucker creased between her brows. A silent question that I clarified by lifting her foot a little higher and wiping away the lube.
She stayed silent as I worked and offered her other foot when I gestured for it. Something had shifted in me. Something I couldn’t explain or define, but I found myself respecting Remmy in an entirely different way.
“Scout—”
My eyes flicked up to meet hers. I slowly released her ankle, though didn’t say anything. Remmy stared at me, sensing the change of energy.
“I thought you’d want to have sex.”
That broke me a little inside. Shaking my head, I pulled her into my arms and held tight. “I thought I would too, but now it feels like I would be taking advantage of you.”
A snort came from under my chin. “This isn’t sextortion, Ace.”
“Still, it doesn’t feel right,” I murmured into her hair. “I’m sorry I bullied you into showing me.”
Another snort sounded. “I’m sorry you found out the way you did.” She pulled back enough to look at me, eyes bright with truth. “I would have told you at some stage, provided that we stayed together, but it wouldn’t have been this soon.”
Honesty. That was all I wanted and what I respected. “I believe you.”
Remmy scissored her fingers with mine and led me from the room. I followed without a backward glance, expecting to head back to the living area. However, she went left, taking me further into her apartment, ultimately ending up in her master bedroom.
“Finally giving me the grand tour,” I joked.
Her snicker filled the air. “Kind off. Lie down.”