Page 5 of The Toy Maker (The Pink Cherrie #1)

Sarah stiffened, her breath hitching as her composure cracked at the edges. “I don’t know who she is, but I think she’s a Cherry.”

My eyes widened in shock. Of course, the story ended in betrayal and mystery. A bell sound came out of the speakers, and all my other thoughts were replaced with panic.

“That’s our cue,” Jade said, looking at me warily.

Beside her, Sarah hastily wiped away the few tears that had slipped free, dragging her fingers under her eyes to salvage her makeup. The effort was quick, practiced, like she had done it a thousand times before. When she turned back, a smile stretched across her lips, too perfect to be real.

Without someone telling me, I would have never considered it could be fake.

I followed them out the same door that had ushered me into the world of vanities, lingerie, and not-so-vague dick jokes.

The air was thick with the scent of perfume and liquor, and my pulse quickened as I braced myself for the worst—an onslaught of unzipped jeans, lewd catcalls, hands reaching, grabbing.

But as I stepped onto the main floor, I hesitated. The store looked the same as when I arrived, all sleek displays and strategically dim lighting.

The dark room made my white outfit glow intensely underneath the black lights. However, no one shined brighter than Sarah. Clearly, she had planned her neon look and dressed to impress.

She gleamed, the fluorescent pinks and electric blues of her lingerie carefully placed to highlight her every curve. She had dressed to impress, and it worked. Men turned their heads as she passed, some shamelessly staring, their mouths slightly open, their drinks forgotten in their hands.

“Lucas.” She walked over to where he stood with her head held high.

The man in front of her couldn’t be more than 5′8, but what he lacked in height he made up with muscle. I rarely saw someone so hulked out but not revolting-looking. Lucas looked attractive with dirty blond hair and the kind of blue eyes that made you question your own appearance.

After a few seconds, Jade pulled me away and led me through the crowd.

“Think she’ll be okay?” I yelled over the music blasting out of the speakers.

“She’s a big girl!” Jade shouted back. “Her bite is way bigger than her bark.”

She seemed to know what she was talking about, so I took her word for it.

“I have to go find my prince now, so you’re on babysitting duty!” Jade told Kitty.

She nodded and waved for me to follow her to a corner where the noise didn’t prevent us from having a conversation.

Kitty planned her outfit to suit the night, too. Her unusual hair color made her unmistakably easy to spot underneath the lights.

“Tonight, you’re going to learn what being a Cherry is all about.” Her grin stretched wide, excitement practically oozing from her pores.

“Great.” I nodded and overcompensated for my nerves with an uncomfortable smile in return.

She explained how I should expect a second bell to signal the beginning of the night. In a few seconds, it went off, and the music dropped to a lower volume.

Everyone stopped where they were and turned toward the stage. Instead of a barely dressed Cherry standing on the end of the catwalk, a man waited for the room to get quiet enough for him to speak.

I had to squint in order to make out a few of his features, but even from a distance, I could tell he was the kind of attractive that made people take a second look.

Maybe even a third. The faint glow of the lights traced the sharp angles of his jaw, his high cheekbones, and his lips curved just enough to make him look like he was permanently amused by some private joke.

He surveyed the audience as if daring them to look away.

“So many familiar faces this evening.” It seemed more like a sad statement, but he greeted the crowd with a grin. “There are several new toys tonight, and our Cherries are excited to demonstrate just what they can do.”

The crowd cheered at the mention of the Cherries, and I bit my lip. I was about to be one of them.

Kitty rolled her eyes. “Typical,” she muttered.

I opened my mouth to ask what she meant, but the Cherries around me started stripping out of their outfits. When they finished, they stood in front of their customers completely naked.

The man laughed and gave the signal for the party to begin.

Kitty dragged me to the nearest contraption. My eyes widened at the device on the floor, which made her laugh.

“It’s the Sibion Scream,” she explained.

It sounded more like a poorly named theme park ride than a toy in a sex shop. I stared at the sleek half circle sitting in front of me. Two openings for attachments were on the top of the mound. A mattress laid next to it, and I stared at Kitty.

“Is it a Sybian?” I mustered up the courage to ask.

Kitty rolled her eyes and snorted. “No, It’s an Sibion.”

I blinked at her response. The whole thing sounded like a lawsuit waiting to happen. “What’s the difference?” I said carefully.

“Wait and see.” I couldn’t get any more information out of her until the first pair walked over to us. The Cherry seemed more than comfortable to be naked in front of the entire room.

A small tinge of jealousy hit me. On a normal day, I felt exposed in a bikini. Mom said to play into my strengths, and according to her, my naked body wasn’t one of them.

Kitty greeted the man who escorted the Cherry, “Would you like to play with the Sibion Scream? It has features that allow double penetration, clitoral stimulation, and up to ten levels of intensity that are all remote controlled.”

I gawked at Kitty’s bluntness. So that’s what the toys were for.

She flipped a switch and sounded like an infomercial promoting sexual stimulation. When the man agreed and Kitty made no move to leave, I realized that watchers had no other assignment other than to watch.

Kitty handed the man a booklet with the different settings and a sleek black remote. The Cherry positioned herself beside the Sibion and waited for instructions.

The man, dressed a suit and grey tie, told Kitty he wanted the eight-inch glass attachments; he mentioned something about it being his size, but I assumed he overestimated.

Over the years I’d learned that a man’s inch was very similar to a hairdresser’s: way bigger than the rest of ours.

Kitty pulled out two blue-stained dildos from a drawer and screwed them into the base. The blacklight gave the dildos the appearance of two radioactive cocks. I covered my laughter with a cough, which made Kitty turn around to wink at me.

The man commanded the girl to lay on the floor and begin to touch herself. Her obedience stunned me. She immediately laid down on the mattress and began to stroke her privates.

After a few moments, we could tell she was getting off on the thrill of being watched. Her nipples hardened and poked out from her considerably large chest; her pussy glistened under the lights, and I found myself entranced by her show.

Kitty elbowed me and motioned over to Mr. Wall Street with a prominent hard-on. His dress pants didn’t hide anything, and I began to believe he was as equipped as he claimed.

“Does that always happen?” I said under my breath so I wouldn’t distract the Cherry.

Kitty shrugged, like this was an everyday thing. “Most of the time.”

“You enjoying this?” he asked with no hesitation, his voice husky. “You enjoy touching yourself in front of me?”

The girl nodded and continued the circular motion. I wondered how she didn’t snicker at the porn dialogue coming from his mouth.

“Answer me,” he demanded.

Her mouth was cracked open in pleasure. “Yes.” A moan escaped her lips as a slender finger slipped inside her.

The speed increased as the seconds ticked by. I could see the motion of her chest heaving up and down and realized what came next. Apparently, the man knew as well and commanded her to stop just when her breathing hitched.

“It’s my turn to play with you,” he said, nodding in approval. “I want you to get that soaking wet pussy of yours on that dick.”

Despite my first instinct to be appalled, my second instinct couldn’t have been more intrigued.

Kitty lubed the dildos and joined me on the sidelines to watch the main event.

The Cherry eased herself onto the dildos while sucking in her breath.

She slid down with a moan falling out of her lips.

Once she glanced up, the man started the erotic display.

With a press of a button, the Sibion came to life; the dildos pushed into her at a tantalizing pace.

The pleasure on her face took over as she rocked back and forth against the ridged mound.

Her clit throbbed against the front of the Sibion.

Seeing the frustration developing in the Cherry made the man want to give her more.

“You want it faster?” he asked, breath husky with arousal.

She nodded, and he pressed another button.

This time, a low humming noise came from the front of the Sibion.

Her moans were melodic and lost in the rhythm of other Cherries enjoying themselves as much as her.

She dripped down the sides of the contraption, and I felt the sheer fabric between my legs dampen.

I shouldn’t have stared at the way her body moved against the toy, but it was unlike anything I had ever seen, and I couldn’t break the trance it had on me.

Without another word, the man cranked a dial on the remote, and the Cherry gripped onto the Sibion with a gasp. Both of the dildos pushed into her without mercy as her fingers curled. A squeak left her lips when the dildos began alternating their thrusts.

I couldn’t peel my eyes away from the spectacle two feet away.

Her back arched and pushed her breasts out for everyone to admire while she rubbed herself against the vibrating front. Moments later, she screamed in ecstasy under the black lights.