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My phone rang with a FaceTime call. Blake’s perfect image filled the screen when I answered. “It’ll just be easier like this,” she said before stepping back from the camera and slowly unzipping her cat onesie.
My dick went rock hard. Never had an adult onesie been so hot. “Yeah, this is much fucking better…”
ChapterTwenty-Five
BLAKE
Monday had been the most boring day of my life.
Coming back to work after a week away was always hard.
When five o’clock had rolled around, I was more than ready to go back to Margot’s, order greasy takeout, and fall asleep on the couch. But halfway down the office elevator, she had thrown a wrench into those plans when she said she needed me to accompany her to the other side of town for “moral support.”
Moral support could mean one hundred things, most of which I was too afraid to ask about.
By the time we’d gotten off the subway, I had convinced myself she was going in for test results. Although, if she were going to a doctor’s office, her making a pit stop at one of the dirty subway restrooms to change into a skintight red dress and heels would have made zero sense.
“Okay. We’re here.” Margot stopped by an overfilled trashcan, placed a hand to her stomach, then took a deep breath. “I just need a minute to compose myself.”
Using my hand to shield the afternoon sunshine drifting through the surrounding buildings, I read over the metallic sign precariously hung over the doorway.The G-Spot.
Other than the name and the blacked-out windows, it was a nondescript storefront tucked between a sandwich shop and a Dollar Deals store.
I glanced at Margot as she dug through her purse. “Moral support? You needed moral support to go into a sex shop?”
“Johnny Depth dropped in to do a surprise signing today. I nearly shit myself when I got the VIP Insider email from his fan club.” She pulled out her lipstick and a compact, applying a fresh coat of bright pink to her lips.
“You brought me to see Mr. Everlasting Gobstopper? Margot, there is no way I can look at the guy without thinking of Oompah Loompas and chocolate tubes.”
“Chocolate starfish,” she said, smiling as she reached for the door.
“Why do you need moral support for this?”
“What if I faint?”
I followed her inside the sex shop, where silicone phalluses of all sizes and colors adorned the walls, along with an assortment of anal beads, furry handcuffs, and crops. To the far side hung a plethora of crotchless outfits and very familiar-looking lace thongs.
“You have a store loyalty card to this place, don’t you?”
“Of course.”
A line of dildo-clutching women stretched across the small store. I turned to look at Margot just as she pulled a veiny, flesh-colored dick from her purse. That was the second time in two weeks she’d produced a dildo from her bag.
“Do you just walk around with artificial dicks on you at all times?”
“No. Don’t be ridiculous.” She readjusted her purse strap, nearly whacking me in the face with the engorged head of her sex toy. “I brought this for Johnny to sign.”
I stared at her.
She looked at me like she couldn’t understand why I was confused. “It’s a cast ofhispenis, Blake. It only makes sense for him to sign his cockcast.”
My gaze drifted back over the line of women, all with dildoes matching Margot’s. And at the very front of the line stood a dark-headed Johnny Depth, his arm around a woman clutching his cockcast in her hand and smiling for the camera.
This was weird.
Margot headed toward the back of the line. I begrudgingly followed her, pausing halfway down the aisle to snap a picture of a curly pigtail anal plug, which I promptly sent to Vance.
Do I want to know why you are looking at those?
