Voodou Barbie

At 9:47 p.m. he finally worked up the nerve.

**Eric:** Hey Kayla, it’s Eric from the bus. Made it home safe. Thanks for the company… and for calling me out on the staring.

Her reply was almost instant.

**Kayla:** 😂 I knew you’d text. Took you long enough, Boston. What you doing all alone tonight, Zoe hunter?

The chat started light and playful, but Kayla’s energy was direct and confident. She teased him about how obviously he’d been staring at her ass at the bus stop. He admitted it. She asked what he’d do if he had a real Zoe girl alone. The messages heated up fast filthy questions about how he liked to fuck thick Haitian pussy, whether he ate ass from the back, how rough he could get with a bad Zoe. Eric matched her, his cock throbbing painfully in his shorts the entire time.

Then she pushed it.

**Kayla:** Send me a picture. I wanna see what that dick looking like right now 😈 Don’t get shy on me, Boston.

Eric froze. His stomach tightened with that familiar wave of anxiety. He was self-conscious about his size—average length, decent but nothing porn-star huge. He’d been burned before. Usually he deflected with “You can see it in person,” buying time, hoping the chemistry would carry him through. But Kayla… she was different. Stunning Haitian-American beauty, thick in all the right places, confident as hell, and escalating faster than any woman he’d ever met. This felt like a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. He’d never pulled a woman this beautiful this quickly. Losing her now would sting for months.

He paced the room, heart pounding. After two full minutes of hesitation, he sent a safe shirtless mirror pic first.

**Kayla:** Mmm, cute body… but that’s not what I asked for. Don’t get shy now, baby. Show me that dick. I showed you everything when I walked off that bus. Fair is fair, Zoe style.

Eric’s anxiety spiked. *She’s gonna be disappointed. She’ll ghost or put me in the friend zone.* His hands shook as he pressured himself. *This might be your only shot with a girl like her. Don’t fuck it up.* He pulled his shorts down, stroked himself until he was fully hard, and took the picture his average-sized cock in frame, veins visible, head flushed. He hit send before he could delete it.