It had been a month since the first time she'd listened to one of the audio recordings and had slowly gotten to know some of the users that frequented the subreddits (she felt vaguely proud of getting the terminology down so quickly) she'd become partial to hearing.
After being judged for who she was for so many years, it was a welcome change that people saw her not as the Evil Queen but as 'WanderingClothesHorse7'. Her only past consisted of the posts she'd commented on and the limited interactions she'd had with other users when they left messages on her own posts.
Despite Emma's admonishment to keep her personal details private from everyone she might meet online, Regina chatted, really chatted using the mic on her laptop, with some of the users of the subreddit during the weekly social events. They were astonished at the range of her voice, from smokey and sexual, to biting and sarcastic, and encouraged her to record some of her own audio clips to post though she'd yet to do so.
Of course, she'd kept this a secret from Henry, Emma (her thoughts were already complicated enough) and the rest of the town.
Unfortunately for the other inhabitants of the town, the Charmings weren't proving as successful as they'd initially hoped. If the quiet reports she was still being emailed were anything to go by, the town was slowly but surely crumbling under their combined inept leadership. The smile it brought to her face was getting harder to suppress when she stepped into the diner for a coffee, usually when Ruby gave her a pleading look after describing Snow's latest little 'brainwave'.
Mid-morning on a Thursday found Regina perched on one of the barstools at the counter while she sipped her drink.
"Any idiot could have told her that town-funded birdhouses wouldn't be cost-effective." Ruby was leaning against the other side of the counter and Regina chuckled to herself but didn't interrupt. "I heard the budget isn't looking healthy. You wouldn't like to, I don't know, offer them a few hints?"
"I'm sure they don't need any help from me, Miss Lucas. They were quite insistent they knew what they were doing when I stepped down." A spiral-bound notepad was next to Regina's coffee and she'd taken to idly noting things that she could use as prompts for when she eventually started making her own audio clips, only in the most oblique ways of course. It wouldn't do for the (ex) mayor to be discovered writing out scripts for what amounted to porn, after all.
The look on Ruby's face clearly said otherwise but wisely chose not to comment. Instead, she focused on something else. "So, what have you been doing with all your free time?"
"Trying out a few new recipes, casting evil spells, you know; the usual." Regina's smirk was partially hidden behind her coffee cup.
"Brownies? Ohhhh cupcakes? Please tell me there's cupcakes!" Emma's expression was gleeful as she joined them at the counter.
Not long after taking up her new hobby, Regina had to start finding a new home for the sudden glut of baked goods that were accumulating at the mansion. Fortunately, after some good-natured bantering, and a solemn promise never to reveal who was making them for the diner, Granny agreed to sell off anything Regina made. It wasn't so much to make money, but mainly to avoid wasting perfectly good food. That it also got her out of an empty house and interacting with people (including Emma, but that wasn't important, not at all) wouldn't be thought about.
"I'm not your personal chef, dear." Regina wouldn't admire Emma's arms, or her trim torso. She would focus on that (cute) cheap tank top and (adorable) horrendous jacket. "You'll have to start working out if you still want to fit into your skinny jeans." Which she also shouldn't be staring at, given present company.
"Aww you care about me." Emma grinned at her, apparently not noticing that Regina had been checking her out.
"Yes, I care about our tax dollars at work, Sheriff. I'd hate to see you drop dead of a heart attack before you're thirty-five." Regina sipped her cooling coffee.
"See! You really do care about me. I'm flattered."
"If you say so. Shouldn't you be out on patrol? Rescuing cats from trees or something? I seem to remember more than a few reports from you about helping Mrs Carmichael with hers." Regina drained the last of her coffee and gave Ruby a grateful smile as she refilled her mug without asking.
Emma pulled her cellphone out of her jeans and checked for missed calls. "Nothing yet, but the day is still young." She grinned as she pushed her phone back into her pocket. Not that Regina was noticing exactly which pocket on those very tightly-fitted jeans it was going into. Her gaze must have caught Emma's attention and she self-consciously checked for embarrassing stains.
"Oh man, please tell me I haven't spilled something again."
The time it took for Regina to realise she'd been caught out was enough for Ruby to notice, but fortunately not Emma.
"Not this time, I was just thinking of something and you happened to be standing there."
"Uh huh. Okay." Emma doesn't look convinced, especially as she knew Regina wasn't usually prone to zoning out in the middle of a conversation.
Looking on from her spot behind the counter, Ruby wondered just how oblivious Emma could be regarding Regina's blatant attraction to her. She felt like she was watching a tennis match given the playful bantering going on between them until Emma finally acknowledged that she really should be actually working, and not standing around in the diner contemplating baked goods for lunch.
Making a mental note to try and clue Emma in at the earliest opportunity, or at least find out if she'd noticed anything about Regina's unusual recent behaviour around her, Ruby leant on the counter again and gave the other woman an expectant look. "Anything you want to share with the class, Miss Mills?"
"I've no idea what you're talking about." Taking a sip of the scalding hot coffee, Regina feigned ignorance.
"About our dear Sheriff?" Ruby took a quick glance to make sure they weren't being overheard before speaking quietly. "And a certain someone not sitting too far away from me that might just be interested in them?"
"You must be delusional; there's nothing going on between Miss Swan and I." Regina fidgeted with her pen and doodled on the notepad, refusing to look Ruby in the eye. That Ruby knew she wasn't one to doodle said more than her denial ever would.
"Maybe. Maybe not. But I'm betting you're thinking about it?"
"No!" Regina's reply was prompt but she still hadn't looked up from a sudden staring contest with her coffee.
Methinks the lady doth protest too much, Ruby thought to herself and tried not to grin. "You should ask her out. I'm sure she'd say yes."
"What!? No! Absolutely not... She's not interested in me and she'd never agree." Regina slapped a hand over her mouth in horror, finally meeting Ruby's eye when it dawned on her what she'd all-but-admitted to. Slowly moving her hand away, her tone was quiet as she spoke. "Please don't tell her. I know you don't owe me any favours, but please keep this between us?"
"You're right; I don't owe you anything, your majesty." Regina tried not to flinch at her old title and resigned herself to an uncomfortable meeting with Emma at some point in her future. "However, I do owe Regina Mills for about thirty years of not being a werewolf, and keeping Granny with me since we arrived here. Honestly? The curse sucked for some, mainly the other royals. But for us 'little people'?" Ruby made air quotes. "We got decent food, healthcare and a much better chance to actually live. Not to mention indoor plumbing, which I wouldn't trade for anything. If anyone thinks we had a better life back in the Enchanted Forest, they're idiots."
Ruby's little speech had taken Regina aback, surprising her so completely it must have made it past her usually stoic expression, making Ruby grin.
"What? I've had a lot of time to think about this, and so has quite a lot of the town by now. When the Charmings finally admit defeat, don't be too surprised if people start demanding your return."
The thought of Snow and David begging her to resume her post as mayor did bring a smile to Regina's face. That said, she was enjoying her free time, even more so when she considered the rewarding feelings she got from baking and her... online pursuits.
"So yeah, your secret is safe with me." Ruby's wink would have been banned for inciting immoral behaviour several decades prior, but as this was a more modern era, it merely caused Regina's heart to stop beating quite so nervously.
"Thank you, Miss Lucas. I appreciate your discretion. Perhaps I can bring you something as, well, not a bribe... shall we call it a well-intentioned gift?"
"Make it some of those spiced apple muffins and you've got a deal."
~~~~~~~~ SQ ~~~~~~~~
Returning home in a thoughtful state of mind, Regina slipped her heels off and laid them on the stairs for later. She frowned as the coldness of the floor seeped through her stockings and chilled her toes.
After thinking to herself "It's not like you have company", she quickly went upstairs to her bedroom and started rummaging in her closet for her warmest pair of fuzzy slippers. Their existence was a well-guarded secret in the Mills' household and many threats were made to Henry's comic book collection to keep it.
"Oh how the mighty have fallen."
The dry, sarcastic tone had Regina spinning in place and a fireball lit in her hand before she'd consciously registered who had spoken. It took her a few seconds to realise the reflection in the mirror on her vanity was wrong; it was looking directly at her, and more importantly, its outfit was an Evil Queen ensemble.
"What the hell do you want?" Regina extinguished the fireball and crossed her arms, attempting to look fierce and unassailable, though it was somewhat ruined by the fuzzy slippers. It seems she was about to bring a whole new meaning to the term 'arguing with yourself'.
"Such hostility, and after everything I did for you." The Evil Queen in the mirror feigned looking hurt and stuck her bottom lip out in a trembling pout.
"You kept us... me, alone!" Regina glared at her counterpart and got a wicked smirk in response.
"Oh no dear, that was all you. We had a choice of lovers before the curse, but after? Was that paltry huntsman really the best we could do?" Matching Regina's pose, the Queen crossed her arms over her chest, unintentionally highlighting the cleavage granted by her gown. "He wasn't exactly the greatest of lovers, was he?" She sniffed disdainfully and inspected the immaculately painted nails on her right hand.
"He was... fine." Gritted teeth made Regina's reply difficult.
"That's the problem; fine is just not good enough. Especially as we could never truly let go around him, hm? Even the werewolf from the diner would be a better match for us." Flashes of Ruby doing wonderfully wicked things to her, especially given the woman's enhanced strength, promptly made themselves known in her imagination. Whether or not it had been done by the Queen's magic was something Regina didn't know. "See? She has such power, and you know what they say about werewolves."
More flashes of Ruby, wearing remarkably less clothing than Regina was used to and quite a lot more things made from leather, made her clench her eyes tightly shut. Unfortunately, the combination of thinking about red things and leather things brought up thoughts of Emma.
"Well, well, well... the Evil Queen and the Saviour; a romance for the ages, if ever I've heard of one." The Queen's cackle made her eyes snap open and start to protest. "Don't try and deny it dear. I am you after all."
"It would never work out." Resigning herself to the stool in front of the vanity, Regina tried to push away the defeated feeling as she looked at her hands in her lap. "She doesn't see me like that, we're just friends and only that much because of Henry."
"So that's it? You're giving up and not even going to try?" The Queen looks unimpressed with her and scoffs.
"What would you have me do? Walk up to her and demand she pin me to the nearest hard surface? Preferably somewhere private so she can put all those years of chasing bail-jumpers to a much more intimate use?" Regina is panting and her cheeks are a deep pink as she finishes ranting at her evil self in the mirror.
"Perhaps you should have some subtlety." Amusement laces her tone and a playfulness can be seen in the Queen's eyes. "You could at least find out if she's interested before joining the nuns in the convent."
"She might not even be interested in women!"
"You don't know that for sure, and you'd be an idiot to assume it's true." The Queen tutted and wagged her finger at her. "After all, she was in prison."
Regina cocks her head to one side and gives her a confused look. "What has that got to do with anything?"
"Women, together in a small, enclosed space? Away from any men and with very little to do for hours on end? Apparently all those years under the curse have dulled your brain if I have to describe the situation any further." Her reflection looked particularly pleased with itself when Regina worked out just what was being implied.
"You... You're not serious!?" Regina's mouth dropped open in surprise.
"I've no idea. It's not exactly something you've talked about with her, is it?" Delicate arms draped in silk were raised in a shrug. "That's why you need to find out. After all, what have you got to lose?"
~~~~~~~~ SQ ~~~~~~~~
Life continued in the sleepy Maine town. The Charmings were still hanging on by a thread, much to Regina's and Emma's shared amusement. No one had yet worked out the identity of the mysterious new pâtissier that was supplying Granny's as Regina had taken to using magical means for delivery. Only the diner staff and Emma knew, and they weren't telling (after Regina bribed Emma with homemade bear claws to keep it quiet).
As for Regina's other little hobby? While her laptop had a reasonable quality microphone, it wasn't the best and several of the content creators on Reddit had made some recommendations for a better one. The positive feedback she'd been receiving encouraged her to invest in one and was now awaiting its arrival.
Not that she was impatient. At all.
Sitting in the lounge with a habitual cup of mid-morning coffee and legs crossed at the knee, Regina's foot bounced in the air to an inaudible beat. She grumbled to the empty room and had to repeatedly remind herself that getting Amazon to deliver to the town was still new.
On the plus side, with the curse gone they could finally start updating their lives to something that wasn't established in the 80s. Unfortunately, only Regina, Emma and Henry could safely leave the town until they worked out how to take down the barrier that wiped any memories of a person's life in the Enchanted Forest. It still took a lot of convincing for delivery companies to actually send a truck out into what was apparently the middle of nowhere, but as more townsfolk ordered from online companies, it was slowly getting easier.
"At least I didn't pay for expedited delivery. Oh wait, I did." She huffs to herself, recrossing her legs in annoyance.
It was another hour before the doorbell rang, announcing her delivery.
Well, it actually announced the unexpected arrival of Emma and it took a lot of Regina's self-control not to look too disappointed.
"Emma? What are you doing here?" Regina glanced nervously past her to try and spot the Fedex van, awkwardly juggling her clutch purse. Despite the delivery being something innocuous, she didn't really want to have to explain exactly why she'd ordered a high-quality recording system.
"I was... uh... in the neighbourhood?" Emma gave her a sheepish grin and shrugged in that aw-shucks kind of way that Regina found so adorable.
"Of course you were, dear. And not because you're hungry or know that I've usually completed my experimental bakes for Granny's by now." The former mayor knew Emma well, and it was true that she had been in the kitchen working on some new ideas. She crossed her arms over her stomach and leant nonchalantly against the door frame, waiting patiently.
To her credit, Emma managed to last all of thirty seconds before doing something truly unexpected; she knelt down in front of Regina and raised her hands in a pleading gesture. "Oh love of my life, please forgive my foolishness and accept my humblest apologies! Take pity on me and feed me some of your most delectable creations."
Seeing Emma on her knees in front of her was doing things to her libido that she really shouldn't be thinking about in front of the blond.
"Should I uh... come back later?" Edd, the until now unnoticed Fedex delivery driver that had pulled up at the end of the drive, looked between the two of them. "I don't want to interrupt whatever is going on between you and your wife."
"W-We're not married." Emma hastily scrambled up and dusted her knees, a bright blush appearing on her cheeks as she stammered. "O-Or together. Just friends!"
"If you say so, lady." Edd's expression wasn't convinced as he adjusted the cardboard box under his left arm, holding the clipboard in his free hand. "Are either of you ' '? Got a package for them."
"That's me." Regina gave him her best politician smile as he handed over the clipboard for her to sign the receipt. She scribbled her signature and pulled a twenty dollar bill out of her purse to give him as she handed it back. "Thank you, dear."
"Oh cool; thanks lady, have a good one!" He quickly trotted back to his van and was on his way before either woman said anything more.
Regina sighed to herself, knowing there was no way Emma's curiosity over the contents of the box was going to abate. Not without resorting to the way she knew best when trying to persuade Emma to leave things be; food. "I suppose you'd better come in."
"Awesome! So what'cha been making?" Emma followed her nose to the kitchen and was greeted with several trays of delicious-smelling baked somethings, covered with food nets to keep any wandering bugs at bay. Her hand was lightly smacked away as she reached towards the nearest tray.
Emma playfully reached out both hands to the covered trays and licked her lips. "Gimme, gimme, gimme!"
"If you insist on taste-testing my creations, you could at least have something for lunch first. And they're millionaire's shortbread." Regina smirked at Emma's confusion. "Cookies, covered with caramel and dark chocolate." She chuckled at how wide and dark the blonde's eyes had become, along with the tiny spot of drool that appeared on her lips.
"But I want one now!" Emma's pout reminded her so much of Henry's; evidently nature had beaten nurture in that regard.
"After lunch." Regina held up a hand as Emma opened her mouth to complain. "I'll even make you a grilled cheese."
"Grilled cheese and cookies for dessert? Yes, please!"
~~~~~~~~ SQ ~~~~~~~~
With it being warmer in the kitchen and only the two of them having lunch, it would have been silly to use the formal dining room and so they found themselves seated at the island.
After cutting her sandwich into more appropriately-sized pieces, Emma sighed happily at the first bite of gooey cheese. Regina's own was cut smaller and she daintily nibbled each bite, trying not to chuckle too loudly at the cute mess Emma was producing on her face.
"So what was in the box?"
Just barely managing not to choke as a chunk of bread tried to go down the wrong pipe, it took Regina a minute before answering. Regina briefly considered avoiding the topic entirely, but knew that Emma would only keep asking until she received a satisfactory answer.
"Oh just something I ordered online for my laptop, nothing special." Emma's raised eyebrow prompted her to continue. "A new uhm... microphone." A shrug was her only reply as she continued eating for a few moments.
"Do you need help setting it up?"
"All the reviews I read just say to plug it in and it will all be taken care of for me." Letting Emma near her laptop wouldn't be a smart move, despite keeping all of the files related to the content she was planning on producing for Reddit well-hidden. "If I need you I'm sure I can persuade you to help me somehow." Namely by bribing Emma with something she'd made in the kitchen.
Emma was still curious as to what Regina needed the microphone for, apart from the obvious that she was going to be speaking into it, but she was sure she would figure it out eventually.
Swallowing the last bite (Regina had taken to glaring at her if she tried talking with her mouth full; apparently she'd been a bad influence on Henry in that regard), she finished off her sandwich and sat back with a contented groan. "I don't wanna say this, but I think you're right." Emma discretely tried to adjust the waistband of her jeans.
"I usually am, though about what in particular?"
"All these pastries are starting to add up. I'm gonna have to lose weight or start wearing the right size jeans again. Er... I mean; a size bigger." Regina's wicked smirk let Emma know she'd caught her slip up.
"So that's the reason your jeans are so tight." Regina delicately touched her lips with a napkin as she finished her own sandwich, resisting the urge to wipe Emma's grease-covered chin as if she were a child in need of a helping hand. Motherly instincts were quite hard to shake off, especially when the 'child' in question was Emma. "It must be quite a performance in the mornings for you to actually get them on."
"It's not that bad!" An eyebrow raised in a silent question was all the response she got. "Ok, so there may be a little effort involved. The results are worth it though."
"Mh hmm... I'm sure Snow appreciates you grunting your way into them."
"She's never said anyth — wait, how do you know I do that?" Emma tilts her head and gives her a curious look. "You seem awfully interested in my daily routine all of a sudden."
Fighting the rising blush on her neck, Regina shrugged and tried to dismiss her apparent focus on Emma's clothing habits. "Not that interested, just... idle curiosity, I suppose." She wasn't at all curious about just how much effort it took for Emma to squeeze herself into those ridiculously-one-size-smaller-than-they-should-be-jeans, or the way they looked painted onto her toned legs. Nope.
"It's ok, you know."
Regina looked confused as she reached for her coffee. "What is?"
"To think I'm attractive." Regina's heart stalled and she clutched tightly onto the coffee mug in her hands. Perhaps Emma wasn't as unobservant as she'd first assumed and had noticed her almost blatant perusal. "Since coming to town and meeting you, I've had to up my game otherwise I won't stand a chance in the dating pool." She breathed more easily; apparently Emma hadn't noticed after all.
~~~~~~~~ SQ ~~~~~~~~
Having finally managed to get Emma out of the house and safely ensconced in her office, Regina wasted no time in tearing the box open containing her shiny new toy. To anyone watching, they would have seen a very gleeful former mayor, ex (Evil) Queen, dancing about her office while she waited impatiently for her laptop to start up. One could suppose that it was almost like Christmas had come early based on her actions.
Managing to calm herself down for long enough, Regina threw herself onto her office chair with enough force to almost tip herself out again.
"I knew I shouldn't have had that extra coffee at lunch." She mumbles to herself as she straightens up again, resting her elbows on the desk. The caffeine pulsing through her bloodstream was making her a bit more energetic than usual.
After logging in to her laptop, she eagerly ripped open the box containing the new microphone, an action that would have caused Henry to wonder just what was going on with his mom. She was usually quite strict with him about being careful when opening packaging so it could be returned if necessary.
Glancing through the instructions, it apparently was as simple as plugging it in and waiting for her laptop to notice she'd done it. Unwrapping the microphone and settling it onto the provided stand, she freed enough of the cable to plug it into the USB port on her laptop. A moment later, a dialog prompt appeared, offering to help her with setup.
Feeling a little self-conscious, she spoke the test phrases into the mic and grinned when a big green tick appeared; it was all ready to use.
The question therefore was what should she record first? Her notebook was overflowing with ideas, though some weren't immediately doable as she didn't have anything (yet) to help with the various sound effects she was thinking of including. Apparently having things other than just her voice helped sell the illusion of what she was supposedly doing. When she'd first started chatting to some of the other content producers on Reddit, she'd been surprised at some of the suggestions for what could be used instead of the real thing to make noises.
Regina supposed it was more practical to have something that sounded similar to having sex with another person without actually needing another person to be present. In the same way that a pair of coconuts can be used to simulate the sound of hooves, you didn't need the whole horse to go with them if you wouldn't actually see what was happening.
"At least I'm not doing this on camera." She chuckled to herself. Another large community on Reddit, and other seedier websites, was dedicated to producing... well, actual home-made porn, if she was being blunt.
Flipping through her notebook, she smirked at seeing one of the suggestions and opened the hidden folder containing the script she'd painstakingly worked out to go with it. Adjusting the microphone in front of her, she opened the recording app and waited for the spinning beachball her mouse cursor had morphed into to disappear.
Despite it being one of the tamer ideas she'd come up with, doubt flooded her as she read the script and it took her several attempts to read the opening lines without stuttering. The beauty of doing this by herself meant she could do as many takes as she wanted without having to waste anyone's time. Feeling a little more confident, she pressed the record button and started speaking clearly, keeping an eye on the sound levels to make sure she didn't accidentally get too quiet or too loud.
"You wanted to see me, Mees?" Regina pulled an annoyed face at her mispronunciation, deleting the file and trying again. It took several attempts (thank god no one was around to hear her more embarrassing blunders) before she'd finally managed to record the opening section. While it was a little cliché, her character was a secretary that had been caught breaking the rules and been dragged before the boss for a... talking to. Quite what she'd done wrong wasn't going to be specified as it was just an excuse for her to do a scene and she seriously doubted anyone was going to care.
"I really need this job. I'll do anything to keep it." She even managed the slightly desperate begging tone the scene lent itself to and felt vaguely proud, though trying to avoid cheesy lines was going to be almost impossible. If this had been traditional porn, she was sure she would have been fluttering her eyelashes.
"Surely there must be something I can do to make up for my mistake?" Regina pauses for a moment, simulating the listener giving their response. "You want me to do what!?" Another pause. "O-Ok. Let me come closer." While she wouldn't actually be physically walking during the recording, she was going to fake it by adding the sound of high heels on a wooden floor once she was finished.
"Are you sure you want me to strip? Surely there must be another way? No? Alright... sorry, I mean, yes, Miss." Picking up the spare top she'd left on the desk, she let it drop onto the floor and hoped the microphone was sensitive enough to register the sound of cloth hitting the carpet.
"My skirt too?" She reached down to grab her discarded top and dropped it again, faking the sound of her pencil skirt being removed. Pausing the recording, she re-read the next part of the script and licked her lips.
When she'd first started planning the scene, her imaginary partner, the nonexistent boss, didn't really have much of a defined form. Female, certainly, but no other defining characteristics, such as hair (preferably blond), eye colour (preferably green) or body type (preferably Emma... athletic, yes definitely athletic). It seemed her imagination had substituted in Emma without much prompting, and Regina blushed as she could easily see herself in this scene with her.
"Water, something cold. Yes, that'll help." Regina made sure the recording was being saved before darting out to the kitchen. Filling a highball glass, she hurried back to her office and took several gulps before resuming her seat. Dipping her fingers in the water and touching the back of her neck didn't do much to calm her libido, nor did doing the same with her throat. Unfortunately, all it did do was let water droplets run down her cleavage.
She unbuttoned her blouse, the one she was actually wearing, and fanned herself with it to little avail. Idly tracing the path of the water down her chest drew her hand near a tightening nipple and a gentle touch sent goosebumps across her skin. Realising she was getting distracted, she pulled her hand away and fidgeted on the chair. After a quick glance at the script, she started the recording again and continued her performance.
"You think my lingerie looks nice? It's a good thing I wore something matching in black lace today." If she just happened to be wearing exactly that, no one would know. "Of course I'm wearing stockings and a belt, they make my legs look wonderful." She kept her tone amused rather than offended. "Over your lap? Why?... Oh. Yes Miss." Getting through this was going to be a challenge as she tried not to press her legs together, or imagine just whose lap it was that her make-believe self was draped over in just their underwear.
"You want me to count? Count what?" Regina lightly clapped her hands together to fake the sound of her being spanked. "Oww! That hurt!" She did it again and whimpered for effect. "Please... stop that, it really hurts." Clapping twice more made her palms sting much more than she'd anticipated but she continued on with the script. "I'll be good, I promise." Several more claps has her wincing. "Please Miss, no more." She begs in a teary voice, putting her all into the performance. "I'll do anything, just leave my ass alone." Another pause, as if waiting for a question. "Yes, I mean it; anything you want..." Her tone became indignant as she continued in mock-outrage. "Hey! Get your hands off me!"
Regina paused the recording again and took a sip of water, breathing deeply to try and calm her racing heart down. She could easily picture herself laying across Emma's lap, clad in nothing but her tiniest underwear (or even less if she was being honest with herself) and encouraging the blond to touch her. She restarted the recording and clapped one last time before continuing.
"Owwww! A-Alright, alright. I-If that's what you want, Miss." This would be the moment her future listeners would be waiting for. "I'll let you touch my core... What!? I have to call it something lewd? O-Ok. You can touch my pussy." Even though this was being faked for a performance, the word caused Regina's cheeks to flame. "Let me spread my legs a little for you." And still try not to rub her own legs together to relieve some of the growing tension between her thighs. "Is that what you wanted, Miss? To see how soaked you're making my panties?"
Her imagination wandered as much as her own hands and Regina glanced at the clock; no one would be home just yet. All this spare time she had during the day when Henry was at school was proving so... useful, she smirked. Pausing the recording while she got more comfortable in her chair, she was grateful the webcam on her laptop was off and covered with a post-it note as she balanced her feet on the edge of the desk, exposing herself to anyone that might have been watching. The shiny surface of the laptop screen was just reflective enough that she could see herself in it.
Watching in fascination as her mirror image pulled up her loose-fitting skirt (thankfully not the pencil skirt of her character), she could easily see the dark patch on the fabric covering her core. "No, it's not a core; it's a pussy... a cunt." She reminded herself, surprised as her hips twitched at the thought. "I'm no blushing virgin, so what is so different about calling it something else?" Past lovers, of both sexes, floated before her mind's eye and she thought of each of them briefly before shrugging. "A problem for another day; on with the show." Her smirk gleamed at her from her reflection as she started the recording again, trailing her fingers over her bared crotch.
"Ohhh yes Miss. Please... right there!" A single finger rubbed over the damp material, provoking a breathy gasp and another twitch of her hips. Regina hadn't considered herself an exhibitionist, but the thought of someone hearing this and getting themselves off to it was getting her wetter by the second.
Once she'd dragged her panties to one side, her fingers quickly found her exposed clit and started rubbing it desperately. Her other hand pushed her blouse out of the way to squeeze her stiff nipple.
"Yes, just there... Mmmmm!" Completely forgetting that she was supposed to be recording a fake orgasm for her listeners, she blindly carried on touching her slippery core ("Cunt!" her traitorous brain reminded her gleefully). After loudly crying out her orgasm, for which she was utterly grateful she was alone in the house, she slumped back in her chair and waited to get her breath back. It wasn't until she lifted her sticky fingers, and smiled at seeing the glistening liquid that coated them, that she noticed her laptop had been dutifully recording everything.
Using her clean hand, she stopped the recording and sucked her fingers clean with a quiet moan before releasing them with a wet 'pop'. The recording wouldn't be a complete loss, but she would have to record the ending again. "Of course, it would be such a shame if I had to redo it over and over... and over again until it was perfect." Her cackle echoed as she saved the recording. "How awful."