Page 13 of The Toy Maker

She stunned me with her nonchalance. “How was it?” I pressed.

Jade snickered at her own joke before she told us, “Out of this world.”

I rolled my eyes and grinned. “And the money was for that?”

“Uncommon fetishes usually warrant higher tips,” Kitty said with a shrug. “Just the way it is.”

Sarah strolled in when I opened my mouth to ask more questions. Her milky white body moved towards us with elegance. “How was your date with the devil?” I asked.

She smirked, tossing her hair over her shoulder. “I’ve never seen him so frustrated.”

Kitty and Jade cheered for the win. As Sarah told us the details of her night, she became my hero. The paint had smeared throughout her erotic excursion and brought out the golden flecks in her blue eyes.

When I checked back into reality, I remembered that Jade and Sarah came back with little to nothing covering them. The chill from the AC made it hard to ignore.

Despite the bold attitude she carried, Jade blushed at her nipples’ behavior. “I should put something on,” she said, and Sarah followed her to the changing rooms.

“Is every night like this?” I asked, not sure if I could handle the answer.

“Only the last Saturday of the month,” Kitty replied, and I sighed in relief. I had a full month to work up the nerve to do what they do, and with enough positive reinforcement, maybe I could be delusional enough to enjoy it.

When the very last Cherry wandered back into the room, I went on a hunt to find my clothes. With all the hustling around, my dress shirt and pants had been tossed onto a pile of scrap fabrics.

But before I could take my leave, Kitty called my name from across the room.

“Hey.” She ran up to me. The golden bikini had been replaced with a sweatshirt and jeans. “Here’s your paperwork. Fill it out and bring it back tomorrow morning.”

She handed me a packet of papers, and I nodded.

“The faster we can get you trained, the faster you can join the rest of us on the floor,” she added.

My stomach flipped, picturing myself spread eagle on one of the main St. Andrew crosses along the walls. “Sounds great.”

Kitty winked and started to walk back to the vanities.

I called out, “Hey, one more thing.”

She turned around, raising a brow at me. “Yeah?”

“Who was the guy on the stage?” With all the chaos and moaning, I didn’t have time to think about the man until now. He seemed to be the only male employee other than the gruff bouncer.

She shrugged. “Just Jason.”

“The guy who makes the toys?” I asked.

Kitty scoffed, “Yeah, and he never lets you forget it.”

I nodded, not knowing how to respond and unwilling to ask for more details… yet.

“You’ll probably meet him after your training is over,” Kitty went on. “He won’t miss the induction of a new Cherry.”

My forehead creased in confusion. “Induction?”

She smiled, waving my concerns away. “Don’t worry about it.”

But Ididworry about it, the whole walk home. While I never had the chance to join a sorority, I knew hazing was often cruel or at least humiliating. Induction sounded formal; however, they could just hand me a certificate in assisted masturbation and send me on my way.

No matter what scenario I created in my head, I couldn’t get rid of the pit in my stomach.