Page 40 of Nine Inch Nasty (Hemlock Academy #9)

Delaney

“Has anybody seen my mascot? I swear I left it right here! How am I supposed to show up at my new job without my good luck charm?”

Skylar kisses my shoulder as he passes by me to grab the cream out of the fridge. “Pretty sure it returned from whence it came.”

“What?”

“You’re talking about the Nine Inch Nasty? That mascot? You wanted to bring a relic from Hell to work with you at headquarters? Doesn’t that feel like a bad idea to you?” He pours the cream in his coffee, tastes it, then passes it to me and immediately starts making another one.

I stare down at it in confusion. “I didn’t ask for this.”

“Yeah, but you haven’t had any yet,” Jackson says as he walks into the kitchen next. “We’re on a mission to not let you get your own coffee. It’s working well so far, I see. Morning, babe.”

Damnit. It’s delicious. I don’t know how I feel about being manhandled, but he put the perfect amount of cream in it. “The dick wanted to see where I worked, though. It told me so.”

“We’re going to be late if we don’t leave in the next five minutes!” Wil calls from the front room. “Breakfast is already packaged and ready for you guys to grab. Come on, we need to go!”

“Delaney is looking for her mascot,” Skylar calls back as he cleans up after himself and puts a lid on my coffee.

“The Nine Inch?” Cory asks as he walks past and slaps my ass. I love them.

“Yes! Where is it? It was so excited to come with me today,” I explain to everyone, because it should be obvious why I’m so distraught right now. I can’t be the only one that bonded with that thing.

“Oh. Yeah, it probably went back to whence it came,” Cory says casually as Skylar nods his head with a smug smile and fist bumps Cory.

“Why do you guys keep saying that? Do you mean to tell me it left me? Me ? The best master it’s ever known?!”

“Delaney, it’s a relic of Hell. It’s got shit to do. You completed your task. Come on, we need to go. Did you put on the crotchless panties I laid out for you?”

I take Rush’s offered hand and grab our cute to go breakfasts and let him lead me to the front door, smoothing my skirt as we go. “Of course I did. But…I thought Nasty and I were friends.”

“We’ll buy you a new one. As long as you get in the car and don’t make us late,” Wil says as he stomps into the kitchen to see what’s taking so long, clearly irritated with all of us dragging our feet.

“But I liked that one.” I consider this option and decide I can be amiable. “Fine. But it better be just as pretty.”

“Why are you talking about that thing like it’s sentient?” Adam asks as he opens the car door for me.

“Some girls play with dolls, ours plays with stone dicks. I think they had a tea party last night in the middle of the night. I heard weird things from the breakfast nook when I got up to grab some water.”

“August, that’s just rude. I wouldn’t have a tea party with a fucking stone dildo. We were drinking tequila. I just poured it into teacups because I wanted to be fancy. I was nervous about today, okay?”

We all get buckled in and wait for the last few members of our funny family to leap into the car so we can head out. It’s a short commute to HQ, and I’d feel a lot better with my new comfort object. But apparently that’s not possible.

“So, let’s review the schedule, shall we?” Cory asks as they wait for everyone to stop talking and give them their attention. “Oh, and there’s something in that middle console for you, Delaney.”

I open it to find a long, heavy gift box, and I squeal as I tear the ribbon off. It’s a near exact replica of Nasty, but it has a much different feel to it. I look up to Cory, silently asking for an explanation.

“It unscrews in the middle. I put Skylar’s unicorn stone thing in the middle so it would feel special.

Had a feeling you’d want it. Okay. So we’ve got a group orientation when we get in, followed by our first council meeting.

As far as I know, your parents are going to be in and out all week to make sure we understand what the jobs entail and to help train us.

We’re not on our own. Everybody remember that.

“Also remember, for the love of the goddess, we are now the face of our government. You guys can’t wax poetic about fucking potatoes or whatever the hell it is you all get up to.

We need to be professional . And on that note, I’ve already vetoed the instant potato vending machine in the break room. That will not be going out for a vote.”

I smile while our resident potato lovers sulk. Cory is already proving to be an excellent pick for my assistant.

“We can’t even discuss our favorite starch?” Leo asks, outraged. “But— what kind of a place is this, anyway? Prison?”

Gods help us.

I wink at Leo and mouth, “ We’ll see.”

He brightens up and starts humming to himself while August drives us to our new jobs, and it’s already chaotic, but what else were we really expecting?

I pull my new toy into my handbag, one with reinforced straps because I picked it out specifically to carry a heavy phallic object and pat it affectionately. “They can’t kick us out, right? Because I have some concerns.”

We pull into the parking lot as August turns off the van and grabs my hand to plant a kiss on the back of it.

“You’re the highest authority around for the goddess, Delaney.

The same goddess that left a message on our bathroom mirror this morning that said ‘ be sure to break your office in with a good train, it will bring good juju to the workplace.’ I don’t know if you noticed, but whoever made our schedules actually wrote in time to refill your magic, alternating between all of us.

I think they’re worried about you causing orgies and don’t fully understand that you’ve got that under control.

Don’t worry, I’m not spoiling that for us.

We have work mandated sex breaks built into your schedule almost daily. This is going to be the best job ever.”

“Yeah,” I half-heartedly agree. “Best…job…ever.”

???

By lunchtime, I’m so frazzled that I feel like crying. It’s clear that everyone here is used to how my parents did things, and we’re getting a little pushback on changes we were excited to implement. It’s not surprising, but it is disheartening.

“Uh oh, why are you sad?”

I look down at my fancy pasta lunch and push it around with my fork. “This isn’t college.”

Spencer scoots his chair into place and then wraps an arm around my chair.

“It’s not. But…it’s also kind of cool? Like, the men’s bathroom doesn’t have a stall that’s permanently out of order and they use the fancy paper towels.

They’re in a basket, Delaney! Not a broken-ass motion sensor thing.

And why does the soap smell like gummy bears? Who cares, I love it!”

Mood lifted. “It does smell like gummy bears.” I look around the lunchroom before messing with the buttons on my blouse. “We can do this, right? It’ll get easier?”

He snorts and takes a bite of his own lunch before making me take a few bites of mine.

“Delaney, you’ve been here for three hours.

I’d say it’s going to get easier. Don’t be too hard on yourself, your mom did this job for over twenty years.

She didn’t start her first day and get everything down perfectly.

I bet you she grew into the position and learned what worked and what didn’t work, and learned how to manage people and how to delegate.

“If it helps, imagine where we’ll be in even a few months’ time; you’ll have your routine down, and you’re going to think about the you that’s sitting next to me right now and wish you could give her a hug. You’re perfect for this job, you just need to spend some time here.”

I wipe some sauce off his face with a napkin and grab his hand. “The position didn’t even actually exist before my mom. She had to make it all up as she went along, I think. Sorry, I don’t know why I’m in such a funk. I just feel…I don’t know, off. Disappointed, but I don’t know why.”

“I know why,” Jackson says as he creeps up behind me, scaring the shit out of me.

“You probably just need to go break in that sex chair in your office that doubles as a water dispenser; that’s genius, by the way.

No one is going to question its purpose when it’s clearly there to dispense water.

” He freezes, his sandwich inches from his mouth as he looks at me.

“That isn’t uh, a used piece of furniture, is it?

Because if I’ve been fantasizing about something your mother has gotten freaky on… ”

I roll my eyes. “Everything in all of our offices are new. Gross, Jackson.”

“Well in that case, hurry up and eat. We’ve got thirty minutes before that diva of an assistant you’ve got yells at us to get back on task.”

That’s an easy enough request to follow. Suddenly, my lunch is the most appetizing thing I’ve ever eaten and I can’t get it in my mouth fast enough. The three of us have just enough sense to walk through the halls calmly, terrified somebody’s going to stop us.

By the time we’re back in my office, behind a door that has an industrial lock and sound dampening, they can’t get me undressed quick enough. And maybe my skirt knocks over the fancy cup of pens I have on my desk, but when I’m being double penetrated on company time, who the fuck cares?

“Don’t see the point of the crotchless panties, but they’re fucking hot,” Jackson groans as I continue to claw his chest up.

Spencer is behind me, thrusting against both of us, doing the most work since he has the most leverage, but he’s definitely not complaining. “What was August saying this morning? Best job ever? Could not agree more.”

I can feel my orgasm rising to he surface, quick and dirty, and I’m determined to take both of these men over with me when I go.

Better ramp up the dirty talk. “Fuck, Spencer. You’re taking us so good.

Such a trampy slut for me, aren’t you? You like seeing my ass bounce when you thrust inside of me?

Like feeling Jackson’s cock when you stuff me full like that? ”

“Fuck, keep going, baby. Pretend I’m one of your other mates. They can’t all be here, so call their names, baby. Pretend they’re fucking you right now, too.”

“So…fucking…dirty! Fuck!” Time to put my memory to work. I can probably recall all their names right now, right?

“That unicorn dick feels so good reaming into me, Skylar. You’re so damn magical, you make me want to ride off into the sunset while I peg you into oblivion!

“And Wil, fuuck, Wil. Who’s the prettiest goat? Who gives the best goat dicking I’ll ever have?

“Oh yes, Zac, give those hemipenes. You know how much I love it when you stuff them in each hole, just like a double scoop sundae. Little bit of both because I can’t choose.”

Jackson looks like he’s seconds away from coming, and Spencer’s somehow getting off to me pretending he’s literally anyone else, and the slap on my ass tells me he wants me to continue. How weird should I get?

“Ash, you barbed lion dicked god! Roar at me and call me your slut!

“Demon daddy Rush and rock daddy Leo, I love it when you two pound into me and then make out over my shoulder. Love seeing you two bond over your favorite varieties of potatoes! Love when you fuck me with them and then eat them for dinner!

“Fuck, I’m gonna come! I can’t—” My body starts spasming, so I don’t make it through the rest of my mates, and the orgasm is so good I go lightheaded as I ride it out. The way that Spencer is pushing Jackson into me deeper, stretching me to absurdity, is delicious.

I’m so overwhelmed with sensation that doesn’t end that my voice drops out and I scream silently, head thrashing.

I’m pinned down by both their hands, so I can’t do anything but sit here and take what they decide to give me, fucking me as I feel my body begin to soak up all the cum and transform it into pure magic.

That was a cool thing I figured out the other day, because cleaning up cum when you fuck as many men as I do is actually pretty ridiculous.

Eventually we have to lie in the shame of what we just said and did, and the endorphins are fading so we don’t even have that as a cushion. But I still feel fucking great.

Well, until the intercom by my door beeps and Cory’s voice comes over to inform me that one of us hit a very wrong button during our ‘filthy unscheduled sex’ and so broadcast our session to…yep, the entire building.

“Oh, also, Adam might have started a small fire in the copy room, but we’ve got it under control. I’ll see you in five for your next meeting. Please do wash your hands first, though. You’ve got some community leaders to meet. Yes, they were in the building for all of that. Cheers!”

I should be so damn embarrassed.

Earlier, I was ready to cry though, and these two men just put me through all of the good feelings, and now I remember exactly why I’m here.

I make eye contact with both of them, and then we all start laughing so hard a tiny bit of pee comes out, because really, how the hell do you even react to this situation?

The entire building now knows what I sound like when I have sex, knows intimate things about nearly all of my mates, and had to sit there and be traumatized while the three of us got off.

I think the exorbitant holiday bonus that’s already in the budget makes sense now.

Best. Job. Ever.