Page 113 of The Toy Maker

A moment of silence passed before the Pythons entered the room. After they appeared, dressed in their Sunday best, I prayed for earmuffs.

For the first time, Pink Cherrie pulled in a sizable percentage of women all because of San Diego’s male services establishment, The Cockpit.

Jade called them our “brother” store. And after several crude incest jokes, I refused to listen.

My stomach turned as they climbed the stage steps, and the ringleader took a seat in front of me. He smiled, but not in a creepy “I’m about to eat you whole” way. I tried not to looktoosurprised.

I fought down my nerves and remembered Jason’s insult. In order to prove him wrong, and piss him off, I had to put on the performance of my life.

After all, it wasn’timpossibleto focus on the sexy blond waiting between my legs. Especially not when his eyes wandered over my body and reminded me just how exposed I was. Although the dress covered more than what I could usually count on, the audience would have a full view of my sheer panties.

The curtain rose, and an elaborate skit followed. After what felt like a lifetime, a Cherry at the head of the table smiled and motioned toward the spread of fake food.

“Please, eat your hearts out.”

What a one-liner.

I snickered, and Sarah flickedmy arm. There was no time to retaliate; the godly men dropped the façade and dragged their main course to the edge of the table.

I sucked in a breath as the golden boy roamed his hands over my body.

The lights dimmed, the music started, and the real show began.

I glanced to my side in time to see Sarah straddled by another Cherry with a tongue down her throat and hands moving down her skirt. Jade was just as well off, whipped cream resting on top of her pussy, getting eaten like a cherry pie.

Meanwhile,Istruggled to relax and enjoy dinner.

Jason flashed through my mind, but I shoved the memories away. I didn’t have time to be upset or reminisce.

The stage lights blinded me as I put on a show for the record books; moaning, tugging, and writhing in pleasure was all I thought about until my dress ripped open, due to loose stitches, and revealed my sinful, cup-less, undergarments.

The faux-bible thumper’s lustful gaze sent chills up my spine; the crowd became white noise and drifted around us. When he moved his attention to my clit, which hadn’t received the memo that we were acting, I dragged my nails down his bare back.

Fuck.

I swore to myself and wondered why knowing that Jason was forced to watch made me so wet.

My partner leaned down, taking one nipple into his mouth and pinching the other. I moaned and lifted my hips into his roaming hand. With each quick motion, an orgasm grew just out of reach.

Then he placed his lips over my skin and kissed down my exposed body. I sucked in a breath as his tongue found my aching clit. I hadn’t had an orgasm in days, and the need to be fucked surged until rational thought had drifted away.

All my friends are getting laid,I reasoned,so why can’t I?

I let my inhibitions dissolve and started Act Two. Except I couldn’t be certain I was acting. Sweet, desperate pleas to be fucked fell off my lips. Jason would be proud.

I was sexy.

Desperate.

And oh, so horny for another man.

My partner whispered something about being sure, and I nodded before I could regret my decision.

Seconds later, he pushed his throbbing cock inside me. A yelp fell from my mouth, and I had to bite my lip to prevent more. The crowd cheered, likely wondering when it would be their turn. My cum dripped down my thighs and added to the mess on the table.

I turned my head; one of the newer Cherries laid on a platter as another one of us fucked her with a dildo make to resemble a vegetable. I stifled a laugh.

Soon, tears stung my eyes as a man I didn’t know ravaged me. Ragged moans swept from my throat while he pressed me into the table.