Outsider

by Olivia Cunning

  Aggie chuckled. “Did you really just call it a wiener?”

  “It’s less dirty than you’d imagine,” Myrna said in her professorial voice, “but if that bothers you or him, you can prepare for penetration in advance. Clean yourself out, so to speak.” Myrna wrapped an arm around Toni’s shoulders and led her toward a section of enemas, lubes, and anal-sex toys.

  Reagan wondered if Myrna missed teaching. She seemed to like instructing Toni in her no-nonsense way, and it was obvious that clueless Toni needed all the instruction she could tolerate. Toni stared at Myrna—partially horrified, partially fascinated—as Myrna explained the ins and outs of enema use, complete with hand demonstrations.

  “It’s hard to believe someone so innocent still exists in this day and age. Is she super religious or something?” Aggie asked.

  Reagan shrugged. “I don’t think so. She has a little sister with Down Syndrome, who she’s been raising since she was a teenager. I don’t think she’s had time to explore her sexuality.”

  “Holy shit!” bellowed the sheltered woman in question as she gaped at a life-size replica of a human fist made of black silicon attached to a wooden handle. “That cannot fit up in there. Cannot. Nope. I don’t believe it.”

  “She’s totally adorable,” Aggie decided, sharing a throaty chuckle.

  “And harmless.”

  They discovered Jessica and Rebekah in one corner of the store discussing the benefits of Kegel exercises for men.

  “So Sed can stop his orgasm completely?” Rebekah looked awestruck.

  “He comes, but doesn’t let himself ejaculate,” Jessica said. “So he can keep going for a really long time.”

  “Shut the fuck up, Jess. No way!”

  “I’m serious.”

  Rebekah noticed that the rest of the women had joined them. “Can any of your men do that? Come without ejaculating?”

  “Only when wearing a cock ring,” Aggie said.

  “I’ve tried those with Eric,” Rebekah said. “He just spurts right through them. I swear the guy is a cum factory.”

  “Brian’s good at holding back,” Myrna said. “Well, he’s powerless against the finger”—she wiggled her index finger at them—“but on his own he lasts longer than any man I’ve ever been with.”

  “What do you do with your finger?” Toni asked.

  “Prostate massage. If you want me to show you how to do it—”

  “I’ve done it with Logan,” she interrupted, “but I used one of those things.” She pointed at a prostate vibrator sitting on a nearby shelf.

  Reagan laughed at how casual Toni was about it. “I guess we have nothing to worry about. Logan seems to be doing a pretty good job teaching you what you need to know.”

  “He’s the absolute best,” Toni gushed. “And he never makes me feel stupid for not knowing things about sex.”

  “Well, if you ever need advice, you can ask any of us,” Reagan said. “We all have lots of experience.”

  Rebekah crinkled her brows at her. “Thanks, Reagan. You make us sound like sluts.”

  “Well, then, I’ll speak only for myself,” Reagan said. “I have lots of experience.” And she didn’t care who knew it.

  “I’ve been meaning to ask another woman one thing,” Toni said. “Should you swallow?”

  The entire group burst into laughter. Even Toni joined in after an awkward pause.

  “Only if you love him,” Myrna said, patting her on the back. “Are we ready to get this young lady some decent clothes?”

  Reagan eyed the cock cages she’d been planning to purchase and set them on a random shelf. If Trey and Ethan wanted to fuck each other when she wasn’t around, that should be their right. She did buy a huge tub of lube, though, and asked if the clerk could deliver it to the hotel. She’d likely throw out her back if she tried lugging it around all day while they shopped. She also bought cherry-flavored lube just for Trey. She knew how much he liked the stuff.

  “Do you really use that much lube?” Toni asked as they exited the store.

  Reagan forced her lungs to draw air as she instantly wilted in the southern Louisiana humidity.

  “Ethan and Trey use a lot,” she said, fanning her face with one hand. The slight breeze her fingers produced didn’t help in the least. She’d become accustomed to LA’s scorching summers, but this heavy, sticky air was plain miserable.

  “On you or each other?”

  “Both,” she said. Now that they were out of the sex shop, she didn’t much feel like divulging the intimate details of her sexual relationships.

  Jessica trotted ahead to a fashion boutique and peered into the glass storefront. “I think we have a winner!”

  While Jessica and Myrna thought Toni was best suited for professional attire, Reagan and Rebekah insisted she’d be better off wearing T-shirts and jeans. She’d fit in with the road crew in casual clothes and wouldn’t stand out as odd while she was touring with the band. But they soon discovered a problem with trying to fit Toni into a T-shirt: she was so chesty that the cotton threatened to split over her breasts and the hems of the tops didn’t come close to reaching the waistband of her jeans. So the jeans worked fine, but the T-shirts were a no-go.

  “I think she’d look cute in a sweater set,” Jessica said. Well, of course she thought that. The woman owned sweater sets in every color imaginable. But sweater sets on Toni created a different problem: Toni’s boobs stretched the neck down until she had so much cleavage, everyone in the store was ogling her breasts.

  “I hate clothes shopping,” Toni moaned, trying to yank the sweater up over her exposed cleavage.

  The button-down shirt Myrna had her try on gaped several inches between Toni’s breasts. She couldn’t get the third fastener closed at all.

  “A bigger size perhaps,” the clerk suggested. She probably feared someone would lose an eye if a button happened to pop.

  All her life Reagan had envied women with large breasts, but now that she saw the struggle Toni had in finding clothes that fit, she was grateful for her small chest.

  “You have the perfect figure for a corset,” Aggie said, eyeing Toni’s body appreciatively.

  Toni’s eyes bulged. “A corset?” The word came out as a squeak.

  “I’ll make you one,” Aggie offered. She instructed the clerk to take Toni’s measurements and write them down for her.

  “Why are you being so nice to me when I said that awful thing to you earlier?” Toni asked.

  Aggie shrugged. “I’ve been mistaken for worse, and I can tell you didn’t mean to hurt my feelings.” Aggie stroked a loose lock of mousy brown hair behind Toni’s ear. “Don’t let it bother you, honey.”

  “I really am sorry.”

  “I know. I forgive you.”

  Wow. Reagan wasn’t sure how Toni had so quickly gotten on Aggie’s good side, but she had to admit it was really hard to stay mad at someone as genuinely nice as Toni always was.

  “Where did you get your current wardrobe?” Myrna asked. “This store obviously isn’t working for us. Do they have special stores for women with your, uh . . .” Her gaze flicked to Toni’s chest. “. . . attributes?”

  “I’ve had all my clothes for a really long time. Over ten years. I’ve been really chesty since I was in junior high and haven’t changed shape much since. We bought shirts several sizes too big and took in the waist, shoulders and arms so they’d fit me right. Well, I didn’t. I’m terrible at sewing.”

  “We?” Myrna asked.

  “Me and my dad.” Toni flushed and glanced down at her boobs spilling over the cups of her black bra. “He did all the sewing.”

  “Your father sewed clothes for you?” Jessica said, her eyes brimming with tears. Reagan searched her pocket for a tissue, but came up empty-handed. Rebekah came to the rescue with one from her purse.

  “You’re not actually going to cry over that, are you?” Reagan asked.

  “It’s just so sweet,” Jessica said, dabbing at her eyes with the tissue. “No
ne of my stepfathers would have done anything like that for me.”

  Toni’s cheeks had gone pink. “I think maybe he was trying to keep the boys away by selecting clothes that were um . . . outdated. Ugly.”

  “Conservative,” Myrna said, holding up Toni’s discarded blouse by the shoulders.

  “Conservative,” Toni agreed.

  Reagan winked and said, “It’s a good thing Logan got you out of those clothes so quickly. Once he saw what was underneath, he was a complete goner.”

  Toni laughed. “I wasn’t about to turn down the opportunity to finally lose my virginity.”

  The revelation wasn’t news to Reagan—Toni had told her that Logan had claimed her virginity within an hour of meeting her—but the other women in their group were outraged.

  From Aggie’s “I’ll tie his dick in a knot” to Myrna’s “It’s the rockstar thing, isn’t it?” to Rebekah’s “Did he take advantage of you?” and Jessica’s “Men can be such pigs,” Toni defended Logan.

  “He didn’t take advantage of me,” Toni said. “I wanted it to happen, and he felt so bad about it afterward because he wasn’t aware that I was that inexperienced. He’s really good to me.”

  The women went off again, talking over one another. Reagan stepped back to watch.

  Aggie said, “He’d better be good to you, or he’ll answer to me.”

  Myrna tapped her lip, her gaze shifting toward the ceiling, and asked, “So you would have succumbed that easily to any man you found attractive? Or was it the rockstar thing?”

  “He seems like such a nice guy once you get to know him,” Rebekah said.

  Jessica delivered her criticism with waving arms. “Can’t you see that he did take advantage of you? He’s a pig, I tell you.”

  Toni’s lips drew into a harsher and harsher line as she struggled to find her voice.

  “Does it matter how they got together?” Reagan asked, giving Toni a playful shove. “The man is obsessively in love with her now.”

  Toni’s face relaxed, and she beamed with happiness. If the others had further criticisms or concerns, they kept their comments and prying questions to themselves. Toni was obviously as happy with Logan as he was with her. So what if they’d gone through the normal get-to-know-each-other, forge-a-relationship, and have-copious-amounts-of-lust-fueled-sex progression entirely backwards?

  Toni purchased a couple of pairs of jeans and a pair of the gaudiest tube socks Reagan had ever seen, but she didn’t buy any tops, because not a single one fit her. The group stopped at several other stores with the same results. No wonder the poor woman had such an unflattering wardrobe. Everything she tried on either clung, gaped, hung completely wrong, or made her look like she was trying to get a job at Hooters.

  “It’s hopeless,” she said after taking off the third sweater she’d stretched out of proportion at an exclusive boutique.

  “I’m not quite as chesty as you are,” Aggie said, laying a comforting hand on the small of Toni’s back, “but I get it. Clothes never fit me quite right either. Let’s try a plus-size store. I’m pretty good with a needle. If we need to make alterations, I’ll help you out.”

  “You will?” Toni blinked back tears and instantly found herself enveloped in a hug from the badass dominatrix who made grown men tremble.

  “Aggie’s such a softie,” Jessica said, as she dabbed at her eyes with her soggy tissue. “She was the same with me when I started stripping at Paradise Found.”

  “I heard that, kitten,” Aggie said sternly.

  “She’s soft with Jace too,” Rebekah said, with a crooked grin. “When she isn’t lashing him with a whip.”

  Toni went white and tugged away from Aggie to meet her eyes. “You don’t really hit him, do you?”

  Aggie pushed open the door of another shop. “Only if he begs nicely,” she said over her shoulder.

  Toni had better luck covering her boobs at the plus-size store, but everything hung loosely on her arms and billowed around her waist like shapeless tents.

  “We’ll fix it,” Aggie promised, standing behind Toni and tugging the back of a blue flowing top tight against Toni’s slender waist.

  “Maybe a belt will help for now,” Myrna said, cocking her head.

  “Please, no,” Aggie said. “We’re not trying to make her look like a time traveler from 1985.”

  “Ah, the good ol’ days,” Myrna said with a sigh.

  While Aggie and Toni decided which tops would be best for altering, Reagan parked her butt on a bench and dug out her phone. She sent a group text to Trey and Ethan. It was more likely that Trey would answer—of the two he was much more dependent on his phone—but she didn’t want Ethan to feel like an afterthought.

  I think we finally found a solution to Toni’s wardrobe situation. What are you guys up to?

  When neither man responded right away, she checked her email. A bunch of forwarded fan mail made her smile. Exodus End’s manager had ordered his assistant to go through all the email on Reagan’s professional account and forward only complimentary messages to her personal account. It probably gave her a skewed perception about how many of Exodus End’s fans liked what she was doing. She couldn’t help but wonder how much hate mail she received but never got to read.

  Her phone dinged as a text came in from Trey. It simply said 3.

  3 what? she texted back.

  3 orgasms each since you left. Thanks for the lube. The cherry was yummy.

  She snorted and sent another text. Save some for me.

  Too late. We used it all.

  All? Surely he was joking. She should have stayed in bed that morning. Or sent Toni out with Aggie. The pair were doing fine without her assistance. But Toni barely knew the other women, so it wouldn’t have been right to dump her. Ah well, no matter what Trey claimed, Reagan knew both men would be willing to please her when she saw them later.

  I’ll stop by the store and get some more. This time don’t use it all before I get home.

  I’m just messing with you. We haven’t had sex since you left. We’re hanging out with the guys in Sed’s room. Why does the lead singer always get the best room?

  When she returned to the hotel, Reagan would have to check to see if Max got superior accommodations. She had no idea if his room was better than hers.

  She grinned as she thumbed in her next message. They need extra space for their enormous egos.

  LOL! Good call. You’d better get back to pretending you’re a real girl now.

  She laughed softly. He knew her too well. Shopping so wasn’t her thing. She’d much rather be hanging with the guys.

  You know I’m a real girl, she texted. You’ve seen the proof.

  Tasted it too.

  Reagan glanced up when several sets of feet stopped in front of her. Her party had collected themselves back into a group and was ready to leave.

  Love you both.