by Tia Siren
That image stayed with me until I got home, and as I tried to sleep, I found myself unable. I couldn’t stop thinking of those thick lips wrapped around that dildo, or the way she moved it in and out of her mouth, droplets of saliva forming around the edges of her lips.
“What are you doing?” I asked curiously. I walked through Central Park to clear my head. I should have waited until I was somewhere quieter to call her.
“Oh, nothing,” she responded. Her breathing slowed down, but she was clearly lying.
An attractive woman in her late twenties walked past me. She was curvaceous like Kendra. She wore a running outfit, black leggings and a sports bra. As we passed, her eyes looked me up and down, and the barest hint of a smile crossed her lips. Seeing her gave me an idea.
“You weren’t trying out my product on yourself, were you?” I asked, smiling.
“What, no, what do you mean?” she stammered. I heard more movement from her. I got the impression she was hiding something, even though there was obviously no way I would be able to see it.
“Well, that’s one of the reasons I’m calling. I wanted to know if you had a chance to try out my product last night, like I asked. By the sound of it, you waited until this morning.”
“I definitely didn’t,” she responded firmly. I couldn’t help but smile. I knew she would be blushing all shades of red. I only wished that I was there to see it.
“Okay. Whatever you say.”
“Did you call just to ask me that, or is there something else?” she asked quickly, obviously hoping to change the topic.
“I also wanted to make sure you hadn’t changed your mind. Are you still interested in the position?”
I made my way out of Central Park. Split Bean was just down the road. I needed a coffee to wake me up and get me focused. Something told me I needed to be on my A-game later.
“So, you were serious then?” Kendra asked. “About the job?”
“Of course.”
“But a sex shop?” she asked in disbelief.
Did she think I’d made the whole thing up? Did she really think I’d go to such lengths to mess with her? Well, maybe I would, but I hoped she didn’t know that.
“Sex sells, babe,” I said, running across a busy intersection. “And so does candy. Combining the two makes perfect sense. Hell, the way you devoured that cock last night, I thought you’d be in total agreement.”
That remark was greeted with a biting silence, and I delighted in thinking about how much the comment angered her. Getting a reaction out of Kendra was all too easy, it seemed. Working with her on such a close level was going to be fun. I could already tell.
“Look,” I said. “How about this? Come down to the store later today. Say around noon? You can check the place out and see what you think? I guarantee that once you see it, you’ll agree that this store is going to be a home run.”
“Other products? Let me guess. You want me to try something nasty like anal beads next? Maybe on the street corner, so you can make a sale at the same time?” Her voice was scathing. She was pissed at me. Not to mention that her heavy breathing had stopped, suggesting that she was back in control of herself.
“Did I touch a nerve?” I asked. Clearly, she wasn’t happy with what I’d asked her to do the previous night. She’d surprised me by doing it so willingly. In a busy restaurant and everything. She had definitely changed since high school. “Don’t worry, any anal bead usage will be done in the privacy of the store.”
“Wow, that makes me feel a whole lot better,” she snapped.
I laughed at this, unable to help myself. “Relax. I’m joking. Of course, you’ll be doing it on the street corner.”
“What?!”
I laughed again. She was so easy. “No, seriously. I just want to show you the store and get some opinions on the layout. I offered you this job for a reason. You’re a good manager. You whipped the flagship store into shape, and I know you’ll do a good job here, too. Any input you can give me about the store before it opens will be greatly appreciated.”
By this point, I had reached the outside of the café. It was busy, as always, and I knew it would be too loud in there to continue this conversation. As luck would have it, Sally the waitress spotted me lurking outside. She waved and pointed to the menu where my usual order was written. I nodded.
“Okay,” Kendra said. “Let me just get ready, and I’ll meet you there at twelve.”
“Perfect,” I responded, glad that she was starting to play ball. I knew she would, and I also knew that once she saw the store, she would get behind it. It really was a great idea, and with her working behind the counter, the products were guaranteed to fly off the shelf.
“Wait,” she said before I had a chance to hang up. “I was just wondering.” She sounded hesitant, as if she regretted bringing up the question up in the first place.
“You were wondering what?” I pushed, curious as to what could cause such hesitation from Kendra. Her heavy breathing suddenly returned. It had me curious.
“That chocolate dildo. I was curious who the... if you were the model for it?”
“You’re asking if it was modeled after my own equipment?” I asked, unable and unwilling to hide the delight in my voice. I had gotten under her skin, which made me happier than it should have. And more than that, she’d been thinking of me when she played with it earlier.
“Yes.”
“Would that matter?” I asked, smiling now. As I asked the question, the curvaceous twenty-something from the park a few minutes earlier came into view again. She headed for the café, and her eyes caught mine as she entered. She returned my smile, biting down on her lip as she did.
“No, it doesn’t matter,” Kendra responded quickly. I could tell she regretted asking the question.
“I’ll tell you what,” I said, my eyes lingering on the curvaceous woman, now standing in line at the counter. As she waited, her eyes flicked back to me, smiling as she caught me staring. “If you’re real nice to me, I might let you compare the two? How does that sound?”
Kendra made an annoyed sound in response to my generous offer and hung up the phone. I wasn’t mad, though. On the contrary, her response delighted me. She’d clearly been thinking about me and my cock. Perhaps even harboring fond memories? And on top of that, I’d managed to annoy the hell out of her, which was something I thoroughly enjoyed doing.
Some might call it immature, but me? I called it flirting.
Sally appeared with my coffee in a to-go cup. “Here you are, Mr. Marcus.”
“Oh, thanks, Sally,” I said, taking the coffee. I slipped her some money to cover the coffee and the tip. Her brown hair was tied back in a ponytail, and she looked particularly bubbly. “Much appreciated. A little too crowded in there for me, you know?”
“Not a problem,” she said. “Hey, I was wondering.” She paused, biting her lip and looking around nervously. Her hands fidgeted in front of her. “That man you were in here with yesterday. Jack? What is he like? I mean, is he a nice guy?”
She had clearly gotten his business card. I couldn’t blame her for being curious. Jack was a good-looking guy, and to a twenty-year-old like Sally, he would appear to be the pinnacle of success and good fortune. But I knew what he was really like.
“To me he is.”
“Oh,” she said, looking dejected.
“But he is to others, too. Look, call him and you’ll have a good time. I guarantee it. Just don’t call him if you’re looking for anything more than that.” It was the nicest way I could say that he’d use her for sex and that’s about it. But hey, maybe that was all Sally wanted. I wasn’t about to judge.
“Okay!” Sally responded, beaming as she turned and scurried back inside. Judging from her reaction, I’d say that was exactly what she was after. I made a mental note to follow up on that. And to also demand a thank you gift from Jack.
I was about to turn and be on my way when my eyes caught the curvaceous twenty-something exiting the caf
é with coffee in hand. She smiled the moment she saw me, this time stopping rather than walking past.
“Hey,” she said, her eyes dancing up and down my body, not even bothering to hide her interest.
“Hey,” I said back in the same casual manner.
“Do I know you?” she asked, sipping her coffee as she continued to stare at me.
“I don’t think you do.”
“Hmm, that doesn’t seem right. How about we change that?” There wasn’t a hint of nervousness in the question. Her confidence was incredibly sexy.
“I’m afraid I can’t. But maybe some other time?” Without further hesitation, I turned and walked in the opposite direction.
Yes, she was sexy beyond belief. And yes, any normal man would have jumped at such an opportunity. If we’d met three days ago, I would have accepted her invitation without a second thought. But this wasn’t three days ago. This was now.
Her curvy body only served to remind me of Kendra and what waited for me at Luscious. Sure, it would have been fun to play around with that twenty-something, but it would be even more fun to play with Kendra. Right then, no other woman in the world interested me. My mind was set on one woman and one woman only.
Chapter 6
Kendra
The new store was only a short drive from my apartment, which was nice. As I drove to its location, I prepared myself for Grant. The man got off on making me uneasy and uncomfortable. I had to be ready for any sleight of hand he tried to pull. I was determined not to let him get under my skin any more than he already had.
I still couldn’t believe that he had called me in the middle of a seriously hot session of masturbation, especially since I’d been thinking of him while I pleasured myself. And I couldn’t believe that he called me out on it! How had he known? Was is that obvious? Maybe I should have let my breathing get back to normal before answering the phone.
But it had been sort of thrilling, too, talking to him with my sex still throbbing while fantasies of him fucking me were still fresh in my mind. His voice was deep and silky. Hearing it on the phone in my aroused state only turned me on more. It made the fantasies more real and intense. It got me wetter than when I was playing with myself. I considered finishing myself off while I was on the phone with him, but I quickly discarded the insane urge. Dealing with Grant was difficult enough without getting off while I spoke to him.
I blamed my raging hormones for asking him about the dildo. Was it modeled after you? I cringed just thinking about the question. What an embarrassing thing to ask him directly. I would never have asked him if I’d been in my right mind, but my body was still gripped with desire. He’d interrupted me before I could finish, and I was incredibly horny while we talked. And was he serious about letting me compare?
The very thought of seeing his hard cock after all these years had me clenching my thighs together. I was still hot and bothered. The ache between my legs wouldn’t go away. If I didn’t stop thinking about Grant, I’d end up with my fingers buried inside me right here in the middle of traffic.
Shit! I slammed on the brakes, stopping just inches from ramming up the backside of the car in front of me. I needed to stop thinking about Grant and get my mind on task. And that first task was getting to the store in one piece.
The outside of the store was stunning. I parked across the street and took it in, unable to take my eyes from it. It was an old-fashioned building, most likely from the early days of New York. But it had been dressed up and rebuilt with a modern flair. The best way to describe it was elegant.
I got out of the car and jogged across the street. The place looked surprisingly nice for a sex shop. It was much classier than I’d expected.
“Evidently you like it?” Grant asked.
I was so impressed with the building that I didn’t notice Grant standing out in front waiting for me, until I was almost on top of him.
“Oh my god!” I yelled as I spotted him. “I didn’t see you there.” I was glad he said something. Who knew how long I would have stood there like a fool, staring. But I was also mad. Once again, he had managed to get the better of me.
“I guess not,” he responded, smirking as he looked me up and down. I really hated how he did that. He didn’t even try and hide the fact that he was checking me out.
Two could play that game. I raked my eyes over him. He wasn’t wearing a suit. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d seen him dressed so casually. He wore a slim pair of khakis and a dark blue, button down shirt. Grant looked damn good in a suit, but he looked just as sexy in this toned-down outfit. It showed off his broad shoulders and trim waist. His shirt sleeves were rolled up to the elbow, giving me a mouth-watering view of his thick, corded forearms. He had a noticeable bulge in his pants. Only the source of that bulge wasn’t made of chocolate. It was flesh and blood and all Grant.
He looked better in person than he had in my fantasies. Damn him for turning into such a gorgeous man. I still didn’t know how it was possible. I wouldn’t believe he was the same person I knew in high school, but his eyes had the same dark intensity they’d always had.
I suddenly became aware that I still stared at his cock. Grant’s self-satisfied smirk told me that he’d noticed. I shook my head and cleared my throat.
“So, this is it?” I asked, feeling foolish the moment the question left my mouth.
“No,” he said. “This is another Luscious store. I just thought we should meet here.” He nodded his head up, indicating a large neon sign dangling above the building’s door. The sign read “Luscious. Coming Soon.”
I groaned internally. I really had to stop embarrassing myself like this in front of Grant. Of course, that would be a hell of a lot easier if the son of a bitch didn’t get my pulse racing and my thighs trembling. I regretted not finishing myself off with Grant’s chocolate dildo earlier. I’d be a lot more clear-headed if my sex drive wasn’t still revving like a race car between my legs.
Dammit, Kendra. Focus.
Still grinning at my stupidity, Grant turned to open the door. “Well, I suppose we should go inside.”
“Right.”
The inside of the store was as gorgeous as the outside, perhaps even more so. The single-storey building had been done up to resemble a bordello from old western times, only with more class. The walls were covered with red velvet drapes, while the ceiling was decorated and lit by fancy crystal chandeliers. The carpet was a golden, Egyptian-looking rug, and the furniture was all handcrafted from wood, with velvet pillows and cushions.
“Wow,” I said as I took it all in, half to myself and half to Grant. My mouth hung open in awe, and I didn’t even care how it looked.
“It’s something else, isn’t it?” he said, noting my awe. “Here, check this out.”
Something odd happened over the next few minutes. Grant showed me around the store, and I noticed a distinct change in his demeanor. Gone was the pretentious, arrogant boss that he usually took so much delight in. What replaced him was a genuine, well-mannered gentleman.
He showed me the aisles where the candy would be displayed, and then led me behind the counter. The whole time, he pointed out special features of the store and spoke excitedly about the store’s projected targets and goals. He told me how positive the word of mouth already was about his products. He was like the proverbial kid in a candy store. For the first time since I had started working for him, I was reminded of the boy I used to know in high school. The one I used to have such strong feelings for.
But the change in his personality didn’t last. He finished showing me the front of the store and led me into the back. We walked through a small, side door located just behind the counter. We entered an odd-looking room, roughly the size of a typical storage room. Only it was divided into four smaller booths, each separated by hanging, velvet curtains.
“What’s this?” I asked. “Is this for storage?”
“Guess again,” he said, closing the door behind me.
“I honestly have
no idea,” I said truthfully.
“Think of it like a VIP section. Basically, the front of the store is for the regular Joe. Guys and gals looking to spice up their anniversary, or like their bachelorette party. You know, the casual candy sex toy customer.”
“Is there such a thing?” I ask, unable to hide the skepticism from my voice.
“Absolutely. You’d be surprised. But this section of the store back here is for our more serious clients. Back here, you’ll be able to host small functions while showing off our new, top of the line products.”
“Are you serious?” I asked, sure that he wasn’t. It sounded like he expected me to actually demonstrate the use of the candies. Who did he think I was?
“Of course,” he responded seriously. “I told you, this store is going to be unlike anything you’ve ever seen.”
“No, that’s not what I... I didn’t mean that,” I began, feeling flustered and embarrassed. I had already made a fool of myself once today, and I didn’t want to again. But still, I couldn’t start this job without being sure what it entailed. Despite how silly the question may be. “You don’t expect me to demonstrate the use of the products, do you? Like I did last night for you?”
“Would that be a problem?” I was about to respond angrily and tell him that, yes, of course, it would be a problem, before he cut back in. “Just kidding,” he said with a smile. “No, you won’t have to demonstrate anything. Look here.” He led me into one of the small rooms where an iPad was built into the wall. “These will have videos and demonstrations on them for the customers to watch. You’ll just be hosting.”
