The Heart System

Chapter 803: Chapter 803

I knocked on the door and waited. Looking to my right, I could see the end of the corridor and a single window showing the city outside. Emma lived in a more modest part of the city, pretty far from the penthouse. It had taken me about twenty minutes to get here. Thankfully the traffic had been non-existent, otherwise it easily would’ve been forty or fifty.

The door opened. Emma stood there wearing a bright green surgical mask and a deep green garter belt. She had covered her nipples with bandaids in the shape of small X’s.

"Come in," she said flatly. "Get naked."

"Wow. Straight to business." I exhaled and stepped inside. "Is this going to be a live show?"

"No. I’ll record and send it. Then edit some parts out, probably. Depends on how we do. Are you ready?"

"No!" I shook my head. "Give me some time. I don’t just click a button and get hard, Emma."

"Well, be quick about it. Want me to give you a quick handjob or something?"

"How do you manage to make sexy-sounding questions sound so emotionless?" I asked. "Just... give me a minute."

"Fine."

The living room was modest, nothing luxurious, but not run-down either. A simple gray couch, a decent-sized TV on a plain stand, a small coffee table with a couple of remote controls, and a bookshelf half-filled with random items. Clean, functional, lived-in.

Emma glanced at me. "Come on. Follow me."

She led me down a short corridor and turned right into her bedroom. The room was somewhat small. There was a single bed pushed against one wall, a solid mid-to-high-end PC setup on a desk, a few framed paintings, and not much else. In front of the bed she had already set up a professional camera on a tripod, aimed and ready.

Emma walked in front of the camera and bent over slightly to adjust something on the lens. My eyes dropped to her ass. She wasn’t the biggest girl; short, not particularly busty, but she was fit, and her body had a clean, compact sexiness to it. Her feet, though... they looked especially well-cared for. Soft, with smooth pink soles.

I stepped closer and grabbed both of her asscheeks with my hands, squeezing the firm flesh. Emma glanced back over her shoulder. Her expression stayed the same, half-lidded, completely deadpan, no real emotion.

"I can stop if you want," I said. "Just trying to get hard."

"Yeah, it must be difficult. You’re fucking Jasmine and the others for so long that a simple girl like me isn’t enough."

"That’s not true," I said, frowning a little. "Why are you insulting yourself all of a sudden?"

"To see what kind of reaction I’d get from you." She gave her ass a small shake in my hands. "I think I get why Nala trusts you."

"You accused me of abusing Minne the first time we met," I reminded her, squeezing harder before giving one cheek a light slap.

"Can’t blame me. I thought you were Guy version two. Nala’s brother was a jerk toward her."

My cock was getting harder, though still not fully there. I let go of her ass, unbuckled my pants, and pushed them down along with my boxers. Emma glanced back again, watching as I freed myself. Still no real reaction on her face. She simply turned, knelt in front of me, and took my cock in her hand. She examined it for a second with that same blank expression, then started stroking me slowly.

A bead of precum formed at the tip. She gathered it with her thumb and spread it down the shaft, making everything slicker.

"You don’t have AIDS or anything like that, right?" she asked in the same flat tone.

"Wha... NO! I thought you had condoms, anyway!"

"Asked just in case. Calm down."

"Man..."

She kept stroking me with steady, almost clinical motions. I was still only half-hard. "Is this hard yet?" she asked.

"No, Emma. Still half-hard. I just realized getting hard on the spot is... well, hard."

"Don’t make puns, Evan. Pump some blood down there."

"I’m trying."

She made a small sound of mild annoyance, then leaned in and started licking the head of my cock. That did the trick. Her tongue was warm and wet as it circled the tip, then she took more of me into her mouth, slowly working her way down until she was sucking about half my length.

I hardened fully in her mouth, my cock throbbing against her tongue.

Emma pulled off with a wet sound and looked up at me. I was completely hard now, the thick vein along the underside standing out.

"Good, good," she said. "This follower of mine is bi. He loves some veiny, big cock. This’ll be like two stones with one bird."

Two stones with one bird.

Right.

Deja vu.

Emma pointed at the ground. "Lay down."

"Like a dog, huh?"

I exhaled, not really wanting to do it, but in the end I lay down on the floor. Emma tossed a surgical mask at me. I put it on, covering the lower half of my face. She walked behind the camera, pressed something to start recording, then moved over to the bed and sat down on the edge. Slowly, she extended one foot toward me until her soft sole hovered near my cock.

"Don’t talk during the ’performance,’" she said in that same flat tone. "You can groan, I dunno, moan and stuff."

"Okay."

"If you’re going to cum, open your palm and close it three times rapidly so I know."

"Hmm."

So many little rules. But she was the professional here, and I was supposed to listen. I couldn’t lie, I was a little excited. Or maybe nervous. It was hard to tell the two apart with how strange this whole situation felt.

"Three. Two. One." Emma lifted her head, looked straight into the camera, and gave a small wave. "No talking. Be quiet."

"Okay."

Then she began.