by Tia Siren
I also wondered how long the two had been seeing each other. It had been at least a few weeks by the sound of it, most likely since we got back from Atlantic City. The only way I was able to get through it was by calling her the Rebound Girl in my head and chuckling to myself every time I did.
I was ready to finish up things with her and drown myself in a bottle of wine or three. But goddamn Loren insisted that she needed one more perfect item to finish off her basket. It was around that point that I came up with a wicked little idea. Before I could stop myself, I was already speaking. “Hey, I think I know the perfect thing to complete the basket,” I said.
“Oh, that’s awesome!” Loren beamed.
“Yeah, let me just grab it. I’ll be right back.” I scurried away into the storage room. There, sitting in the very back of the room, was a box that had only arrived at the store two days prior. Its product wasn’t technically part of the sale, or even on the floor yet, but as I was the manager, I could do what I wanted.
I placed the box on the front counter where Loren was waiting and opened it up for her to see. Inside the box were the gummy molds of my pussy that Grant had dropped off a few days earlier. He told me that I could do with them as I liked, and I still hadn’t decided what that might be. But, seeing how spiteful I was feeling, selling one to Loren seemed like the perfect idea. And technically, I was pretty damn sure Grant would enjoy it. He certainly liked the real thing.
“What are they?” Loren asked curiously, reaching into the box and picking one up. It was very colorful, a bright orange actually. They were all different colors, but all the same shape and size. My size.
“They’re pussy molds,” I said truthfully, leaving out the most obvious part. There was no need for her to know who they were modeled after. “They’re brand new. I haven’t even put them out on the shelves yet.”
“Oh, wow! So, what, he can put his thingy in there, and I can eat it off at the same time?”
“Sure, that’s an idea. Or you can eat it and pretend it’s real. You can both share it and pretend that you’re involved in a three-way. You can take turns with it. Really, it’s a means to simulate an extra vagina in the room that also tastes good.” I paused, trying not to say the next thing that I wanted to. “Or, you know, Grant could just go at it while you watch.”
Loren’s eyes brightened at that idea. I suppressed a smile. That was all Loren needed. I could tell from her expression that I had made the sale. As soon as I stopped talking, she was reaching for her credit card.
I was in such a good mood after what I had done, I even gave her a discount. What are friends for, after all? And after she had gone, that good mood extended itself to such a degree that I decided to put the rest of the molds out for sale. There was no point in keeping them in the back room. And I didn’t want to throw them out, either. So why not sell them?
Since it was Friday, I had hoped that my good mood might extend through the night and into the weekend. But it didn’t. Not even close. I had two hours left at that store, and those were enough to drain me of any positivity that I may have been riding. By the time I did get home, I fell face first onto my bed without the intention of moving until it was absolutely necessary.
Putting those gummy molds out was the first mistake. I had managed to sell three almost as soon as they were out. But that wasn’t what was wrong. It was the people that bought them that gave me the creeps. It was three men, of course, and each one was creepier than the last. They were the type of guys that looked like they stunk before you got close enough to confirm it. They were the kind of guys who stared at my cleavage without even trying to hide the fact. They were the kind of guys that sent a shiver down my spine as I thought about how they were most likely thoroughly enjoying themselves over molds of my pussy.
Even though the idea of creepy dudes blowing their loads in my fake pussy contributed to my foul mood, something bothered me more than that. The real mistake was selling one to Loren in the first place. What the hell had I been thinking? There was no doubt that Grant would recognize it. At first, I thought it would be kind of funny. Just a silly little way to remind Grant of me. But now I realized what a stupid idea that was.
If he wasn’t furious with me for doing that, then he would probably think that I was being spiteful and immature. He would probably tell Loren what I’d done, and the two of them would have a good old laugh at my expense. They might even use it in some sort of sick, fantastical sex play. Whatever the reaction that was to come from me selling that mold to Loren, it wasn’t going to be good. I should have just left my candy pussies hidden in the back, never to see the light of day.
So I lay in bed, regretting what I had done. There was nothing I could do now to change what I’d done. The pussy was out of the bag, as it were. Now, I’d be spending the entire weekend in bed alone. And in the end, that was the worst part. When it was all said and done, I was alone. Grant and Loren were probably enjoying their sex candies, the ones I’d helped pick out. Meanwhile, I had no one.
Chapter 29
Grant
Kendra’s colorful pussy stared me in the face, as if it were taunting me. Mocking me. If it had a mouth, I’m sure it would have laughed at me, too. Her gummy mold was sitting on my kitchen table, and I couldn’t stop looking at it as I made breakfast.
It wasn’t just by itself, though. It sat in a basket of other goodies that Loren had deemed fit to buy me. But even though it was surrounded by dozens of other products, they may as well have been invisible. I just couldn’t keep my eyes off that gummy pussy.
I had been furious with Loren when she brought it over the previous night. She had walked in, simply bursting with energy as always, with that stupid basket tucked under her arm. I could not believe it when I saw it. I really thought that she was joking and had stopped by the store to just grab a basket and not actually fill it with anything. That she thought it would be funny to pretend to buy me one.
The reason I thought that, was because we had had a very specific discussion about how I didn’t want her to buy me one of these baskets. In fact, I had all but demanded that she stay out of the store and leave the products to the customers. But then, in her usual fashion, she went and bought one anyway.
That was the first thing that annoyed the hell out of me. The second was when I looked in the box and saw Kendra’s gummy pussy. I nearly dropped the damn basket on my foot when that happened. I demanded to know where it came from, and she told me that Kendra had suggested it. What was Kendra playing at?
If I hadn’t specifically told Kendra that I couldn’t see or speak to her anymore, I would have gotten her on the phone to ask what she was doing. Did she think it was funny? Did she think that I was kidding before? Was she trying to hurt me? I just didn’t know what she wanted. Well, I knew what she wanted. She wanted me. But like I told her, she couldn’t have me. No matter how much I wanted her, too.
The doorbell suddenly rang, snapping me from my daze.
“Come on!” I heard the yelling through the door as I made my way through the living room. “We’re losing daylight out—oh, hey.” Jack smiled menacingly at me as I threw the door open.
“Will you just give me a damn second?” I snapped as I turned around and hurried back into the house to get my things. The two of us had a game of golf scheduled for that morning, and I was running late, all because of that mold.
“I’m going to have to penalize you two strokes for your lateness,” Jack yelled out to me as he followed me into the apartment. “And another point for that outfit.”
“Will you keep your goddamn voice down?!” I yelled back at Jack. “Otherwise, I’ll stay in. At least that way, you might actually win for once.”
My breakfast remained uneaten on the kitchen table. I grabbed a banana instead. As I did, my eyes fell on the mold one final time. Maybe I should bring a box lunch with me.
“Damn, someone’s in a mood,” Jack joked as I stormed past him and into the hallway with my golf bag strung over my shoul
der. “Did you have your cranberry juice today?” Jack yelled as he hurried after me down the hallway. “Apparently it helps relieve pain from—”
“Can you not?” I said seriously, turning on him once I reached the elevator. “Not today.” I then turned back, hitting the elevator button furiously, as if that might make it come sooner.
“Yeah, yeah, okay,” Jack said, eyeing me as he stood by my side, waiting for the elevator.
We rode down to the garage in silence, packing up his car and taking off in the same manner. Jack drove, and I sat in the passenger seat, staring out the window the whole time. My mind was still in the kitchen, on that mold. Well, to be more specific, it was on Kendra. I wanted to know why she had sold that to Loren. Was she trying to hurt me or was it her way of telling me that she hadn’t given up on me yet? I really had no idea what to think.
“So, are you going to tell me what’s going on?” Jack suddenly said, interrupting my thoughts. “Or are you going to wait until we’re on the course before you need some help removing that giant nine-wood from your asshole?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I said without looking at him.
“Oh yeah?” he asked coyly. “So, it doesn’t have anything to do with that orange vagina that was sitting on your counter top?”
“How did you—”
“Relax, I saw it when you were upstairs,” he said. “It was a nice looking one, too. Can I take a guess as to who the lucky owner of such a nice piece of hardware is?”
I turned to look at Jack who had a knowing grin smeared across his smug face. I knew he didn’t mean anything by it, and most likely, he just wanted me to lighten up a little. I had to remind myself that he was my best friend and, in all likelihood, just didn’t like seeing me this upset.
“You know whose it is,” I admitted, letting out a sigh. “And you probably know why I’m in such a crap mood.”
“Does a certain curvaceous blonde have anything to do with it?”
“All of it.”
“I didn’t know you two stopped seeing each other—what is this jerk off doing! Hey, loser! Learn how to drive, you fucking animal!” Jack stuck his head out the window to hurl abuse at a fellow driver. It was only when he was finished, that he turned his attention back to me. “Yeah, I didn’t even know you two had stopped fooling around?”
“We did. I put a stop to it.”
“Seriously? After the way you were acting the other week, I thought you were head over heels. Or cock over balls?”
I let out a long sigh as I thought back to earlier that week and what I had done. “I was. I mean, I guess I still am. I just, you know what she did to me in high school? I can’t get past that, and every time I try, I end up taking it out on her. I’ve never been this crazy over a woman before, but I’ve also never felt this terrible, too. Is that normal?”
“Magic pussy. That was what I was telling you before. That’s why I never, ever get involved. For example, Sally from that cafe. Two times I saw her. The first was wild. The second time was, too, but afterward, she tried to cuddle with me in bed. Do you believe that? So that was it. I said, ‘nice knowing you, doll’ and kicked her to the curb. Literally. It was two in the morning, and I threw her clothes off the balcony so she’d have to go outside and get them. Then, when she was outside I locked her out.”
“Wow, and I thought I was an asshole.” As much as I loved Jack, he made it hard sometimes. “But that’s not really the same thing.”
“So, you really care for her?” he asked.
“I do,” I admitted, not a word of a lie in it. It was the first time I had said the words out loud, and I was surprised by how they sounded. They sounded right. They sounded natural.
“Well, it is in my professional opinion that there is only one thing for you to do in such a situation.”
“Oh, yeah? And what is that?” I expected some sort of immature, eighth-grade response. I even braced myself to offer him a fake laugh and head shake. But it never came.
“Go for it,” he said, seriously. “If you like her as much as you claim, then go get her. Who am I to tell you differently?”
I stared at my best friend for some time after that, surprised by his words, but also profoundly glad that he had said them. He was right, and it was exactly what I needed to hear. I had spent so long reminding myself why I shouldn’t be with her that maybe I needed to start thinking about why I should be. Was it possible that Jack, of all people, had just given me the answer?
“Oh, and on some good news,” he continued. “The club is ready to go.”
“The club?” I asked, not knowing what he was talking about. Although really, that was just because my mind was still stuck on Kendra.
“The Luscious club, numb nuts. I’ve managed to scrape together the funding. Mainly through my own pockets, but a few small-time investors wanted to get involved, too. I told you, this thing is going to be huge. All I need now is your blessing, and legal signature of course. Then we can get the ball rolling on this.”
“Yeah, of course,” I said. “I’ll get my lawyers to put something together this week.”
“Perfect!” Jack exclaimed. “And, even better, we’re here.”
I looked up, noticing that we were pulling into the golf course. I had been so wrapped up in the moment that I hadn’t even realized where we were.
“Hey, Jack,” I said to him as he went to get out of the car. “Thanks.”
Jack didn’t respond, of course. He simply nodded his head, offered me a half smile, and climbed from the car.
I followed him and pulled my clubs from the trunk. I felt a new wave of excitement flood over me. I was going to do it. I was going to tell Kendra how I felt and get her back. I was sure that she wanted me to. I just knew it. There were going to be no more games, no more fights, or attempts at getting one up on each other. There was going to be love and love only. It was going to be that simple because, really, it was.
Well, the way I felt about Kendra was simple. I still had to end things with Loren before I started things up with Kendra. But even that, I didn’t care about. I actually looked forward to ending things with Loren, especially if it meant that I could finally be with Kendra.
Chapter 30
Kendra
Sundays were supposed to be my favorite day of the week. For a lot of people, this wasn’t always the case because they had work on Mondays, which was rough after coming off their two free days. But for me, it was different. My schedule often changed from week to week. I didn’t always have Saturdays off, and I didn’t always work on Monday. My shifts moved around pretty consistently, depending on what I needed to do at the store. But one thing that always remained consistent was that I had Sunday off. As such, Sunday had come to be my favorite day of the week. Bar none.
My Sundays usually followed a pretty consistent pattern. I always slept in. Always. That was a rule more than anything, and I never broke it. I followed this up with brunch, then a stroll through the park, before settling myself down to either a movie or a book. Sometimes, I would catch up with friends, and sometimes, I would spend the day in isolation. It was totally up to me, and that was what made the day so great.
Unfortunately, the Sunday after Grant ended things for good, and after I had sold that mold to Loren, just wasn’t living up to the high expectations I had set for it. Not even close.
It started with the fact that I couldn’t sleep. It had been that way since Friday, carrying through to my Saturday and well into Sunday. The fact that I was up before ten in the morning should have been an indication to me that the day wasn’t going to be so hot. This was followed by the realization that the cafe I always went to for brunch had closed down. My weekend got even crappier the moment that I stepped in dog poo when I was sulking on my walk home.
But really, I was in such a bad mood because of Grant and my love life in general. Now that he had all but announced that he was done with me, I had begun to realize that I was very much alone. To make matters
worse, I had zero romantic prospects on the horizon. It was a cold and depressing thought, and one that I was sure was going to destroy the rest of my Sunday if I didn’t do something about it.
So, to try and counter this problem, I gave Liz a call, sure that she would cheer me up.
“Seriously, how do you work in a candy store and lose weight?” Liz asked as we sat down to lunch. “It makes no sense.”
She was off to a flying start. When I called her, I specifically instructed her that I needed cheering up. She was more than willing to help. She recommended her favorite restaurant for lunch and wasted no time lifting my spirits.
“Also,” she continued. “I love your hair. New style?”
“Just a bun,” I pointed out, still managing to smile over the way she was beaming and fawning over me.
“Well, it’s divine. Divine!” She threw her hands in the air in excitement. “Ah yes,” she began as the waiter came over, mistaking her hands in the air for a demand for service. “I’ll have the sweetest, fattiest thing you have on the menu. And she will, too. And a bottle of red. Thank you very much.” The waiter nodded and scurried away, scribbling all the while.
“I don’t know if that’s such a good idea,” I said.
“What? The wine or the food? Because I think both, if utilized correctly, are fabulous ideas.”
