Upon entering the almost empty building he found he was right, this wasn't a very large company; the set consisted of a black inflatable chair, with a...plastic groundsheet covering the concrete floor. Dust sheets covered something on tables off to the side and the crew was Emma and two cameras on tripods. A one girl outfit, but a very pretty girl in a very fetching outfit. Introductions and pleasantries were exchanged, her voice was soft when she started with 'Hiya' but became louder as she. Something… Release? Emission? Certainly not any kind of earth-shattering orgasm. Certainly nothing really very pleasurable.My muscles contracted once. Twice. I should have been feeling release. I should have felt at the very least some sissy juices oozing out. But no. Nothing. The muscle spasming dissipated instantly. That ‘pre-ejaculatory’ feeling likewise vanished. The electricity was pulsing and hurting even more now! If my clit had not been trapped by my panties I’m sure it would have been. He was doing it again thinking of her. And though not surprise, his frustration was enough to make him wince. With another frown he stepped from the kitchen into the foyer of the loft again as he slid back a screen door and entered a room lit only by a computer screen. The screen saver had kicked in hours ago. A screen savor that showed random pictures done by the girl, a sailboat set against a horizon done in black in white, which captured the cloud forms with an unspeakable brilliance. Then. . Rocket Rod??... Rod Scouries, what the fuck are you doing in Bowling Green?" he finally asked, as he jumped up and shook my hand."Well Surfer, I'm out in the cold, hard world now, trying to earn a few bucks and after a day at the grindstone I figured a beer and some titties would be just fine. Don't you just love these strip bars in college towns? They just have the freshest little pussies in the world!" I live here, always have," he answered, and then grinning added, "Bowling Green girls.