Page 5 of Toy No More

For a moment, the club feels louder and brighter in its chaotic energy. I have to close my eyes to catch my breath and ground myself. Thankfully, the DA needs even more time to recover, which gives me the opportunity to get it together.

“Mmmmm,” he mumbles into my ear while taking in my scent. I successfully suppress a shiver and smile instead.

“Your cock felt so good today,” I whisper seductively.

It doesn’t. I hate it.

The DA eats it up. With a stupid, self-gratifying chuckle, he finally pulls out of me and slaps me on the ass before leaning back with a deep sigh.

With my game face on, I turn around slowly and sit with my legs spread out in front of him, leaving everything on display. He notices my open hand with my cum dripping down and just as his eyes meet mine, I run my tongue across my palm without breaking eye contact, trying to scoop up as much as I can. His perverse grin means he likes what he sees. It means I’m doing my job well. That’s all that matters.

“What a good boy you are,” he purrs.

I move in closer and let myself be pulled into another kiss. His pheromones are fading, and the hot, sweet air of the room turns familiar and calming again.

He checks his fancy watch before pulling his condom off and reaching for his clothes. I help him get them, with my expression perfectly pleasant and submissive, but my mind is already way ahead—I can’t wait to shower and fix myself. Then, it shouldn’t be long before my day is over and I can relax.

When the DA stands, adjusting his tie and jacket, I sit back and observe him, legs to the side, leaning my head against my shoulder. It’s to make him feel like I’m his lover; a dreamy image from a romantic painting existing only for him.

He glances at me, pausing on my soft dick and then smirking as he meets my gaze. Stepping closer, he grabs my chin and bends down. “I’ll look forward to having you again, Sugar,” he says while releasing some of his pheromones in a response to tasting mine. I push through and give him one last wet kiss, winking as he moves away.

The moment he turns, the weight drops off my shoulders. I lay back with an exhale and stare at the ceiling.

Only now do I finally get in full touch with my body. My cheeks still burn with heat, my lower back aches a bit, and my knees hurt, too. Sighing again, I stretch with a groan and sit up, hesitantly studying the room and people passing by. Hungry eyes from all around follow me. I try to ignore them, reaching for my lacy underwear and a sheer top.

I need to clean up, bad. Wash the stench of that man off me.

As I look toward the backroom, something inside me grows alert. Like my body already knows, senses him and his pheromones before I can even realize, I find Jasper entering the room. Surrounded by his tough guys and with that impenetrable expression on, he passes through, heading decisively to his office.

His eyes meet mine for a fleeting second. His face doesn’t change, and he only gives me a nonchalant nod as he walks past.

It’s so childish of me, always feeling hurt somewhere deep down when he does that. Yet I do. No matter how many times I tell myself that this is professional and how things should be.

Shaking my head, I put my top on and make my way to the backroom. All the dolls must be busy, since I find it completely empty. I gladly use the opportunity to hop into the biggest shower room and lock myself in. Pulling all my clothes off again, I turn up the water until it burns and step under the stream.

I lather myself up with the lavender scented shower gel and scrub every nook, cranny and hole. Scrubbing until I feel at least somewhat clean, I push my hair out of my face and wash it too, hoping it refreshes me a little.I should cut it soon.It’s close to reaching past my shoulders. He prefers it not to be this long.

When I finally walk out in a towel, there are a few dolls sitting by their vanity tables. Including Sadie. Huffing with relief, I come up to her with a smile.

“Oh. I was wondering why I didn’t see you out there,” she says while she turns, pushing her thick, wavy red locks behind her shoulder. She reeks of pheromones that aren’t hers—firewood ash with a touch of something sweet.

“I needed a good clean,” I grumble while raking my hair back. Finally, I check myself in the mirror. I don’t look too bad, but it will definitely need some styling.

Somehow, she catches onto the slight hint of disgust in my voice. Raising her perfectly drawn and arched brow, she stops patting the blush on her milky cheeks and turns to me with her whole torso. “The DA, right? I saw him coming in,” she notes, scrunching her nose.

“Yeah.” I lean against the edge of her table, crossing my arms over my chest. “You?”

“That foreign mercenary that deals with Big Boss,” Sadie says. She sucks in her bottom lip before taking out her lipstick. “Mhm, he’s always so rough and high-strung,” she mutters longingly, and it almost looks like a shiver of excitement passes through her.

I snort. “Not exactly what I’d call ideal.” The DA might be kind of gross, but at least he isn’t too intense. He’s a pencil pusher. A weak, insufficient old man. “But that is more your thing, I know, so…glad you enjoyed yourself,” I note with a playful smile.

Sadie glances at me, a spark in her eyes. “He’s gonna be a tough nut to crack, but he will break. I can tell that beneath all that burly bullshit, he wants me to fuck him.” Pausing with a devilish smirk, Sadie menacingly runs the tip of her lipstick, just a little brighter than her burgundy hair across her full lips. “Alphas like him are always all proud about getting screwed by another, but I see it behind his eyes. Poor boy’syearningfor it.”

“He’ll be lucky to have the pleasure of you doing him, then,” I say, leaning toward her with a chuckle. Sadie never fails to make me feel better about all of this. About the normalcy of it.

If someone takes this job as well as she does, surely it can’t be as unbearable as it sometimes feels.

I’m getting cold, so I finally stand and move to my station next to her. Besides, I’ve wasted enough time already. Before picking up some clean clothes, I open the long drawer to check my phone.

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