Page 7 of Hot Mess
Jessie’s grin spreads wide from ear to ear. “Promise?”
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After spending the next twenty minutes trying not to give away to Jessie any clues about where I’m taking her, she bursts out laughing when she sees the sign all lit up ahead—Madame Tulane’s Erotic Wax Museum.
“I promised Mitzie,” I remind her. “And I never break a promise.”
Jessie shakes her head, still chuckling, but the sparkle in her eyes says that she’s game for this experience. I have no idea what to expect, but I’m quickly learning there is never a dull moment when it comes to spending time with Jessie. She’s a breath of fresh air I didn’t know my lungs needed. I don’t ever want this night to end.
We walk up to the glass booth outside to get our tickets. I pull out my wallet, about to hand the attendant inside the booth the cash when I stop.
"Now, are you sure your sweet lady-like disposition can handle a place like this?” I tease.
Jessie’s eyes narrow. “Just pay the man before I kick you in your sweet disposition.”
“That doesn’t even make sense.” I laugh.
“It will when my foot makes contact.”
I wince, still chuckling. “Okay, fine.”
We both turn to the attendant, who looks anything but amused at our banter. He takes the cash and prints out two tickets.
Almost the moment we walk in, we are greeted with two completely nude wax figures—one man and one woman. A little sign attached to the base informing us that these two are meant to be Adam and Eve.
“Well, they certainly aren’t subtle,” Jessie says, slipping her hand into mine.
We walk around for a few minutes, and it doesn't take long to realize that this isn’t as interesting or titillating as we might have initially thought. It’s really just wax statues that look like Madame Tussaud’s rejects that are placed in compromising positions.
“Kind of reminds me of when I’d pretend to make my dolls kiss,” Jessie says, pointing at a pair of statues that look like they are about to make out.
“Look at this guy.” I point to the next statue.
He’s just standing there completely nude in a superhero pose. The smile on his face is oddly confident for someone that isn’t well-endowed.
“He looks like you.”
I glance over at her and then back up at the face, and while it bears a striking resemblance, his anatomy doesn't look anything like mine.
“Not all of me.” I shake my head.
She looks from the statue and then back to me, raising her hands to gesture that I might be suggesting my dick is smaller. I reach over and widen the space between her hands and enjoy the way her mouth drops open slightly at the size I’ve given her.
“No way,” she says.
“You don’t believe me?”
She shakes her head, her eyes dancing with delight from the challenge.
“Is that a bet?” I ask.
The corner of her mouth ticks up in amusement. “Maybe.”
My dick twitches with excitement. I glance around the place to make sure we are alone. The section we're in is empty, and I don't see any cameras mounted on the ceiling. I rest my hands on her hips and push her gently against the brick wall.
“There’s no maybe with what I’m thinking about,” I say, my voice low and filled with want.
