Page 58 of Pushing Daisy
“The Lach-ness Monster practically insisted that we use the Acorn’s services. It will help make it more casual and familiar, which will be important for many of our attendees who may already feel out of place.”
“True. What about staffing?”
Daisy rifles through the scattered papers on the side of the table. She picks up one and scans it before answering, “The Dandelion has offered theirs to run the bar and table service since we will be taking over their dining room and adjoining hall.”
“Good. That reduces costs for us and means we don’t have to worry about additional licensing. How are we doing on the budget anyway?” Sloan asks before taking a sip of tea.
Daisy blushes, embarrassed. “We’re a little over,” she says quietly.
“How little?”
“About 10%,” she answers, nearly at a whisper.
Sloan does her best to keep her face still, not wanting to upset Daisy. Ten percent isn’t a lot by any stretch of the imagination, but it also doesn’t take much to snowball into something completely unmanageable. “Can I have a look?” she asks.
Daisy silently hands Sloan the papers with the budget breakdown. As Sloan scans it, she sees it’s not all that bad. With a couple of simple cuts, they could have it back under budget with some buffer to spare.
“Okay,” Sloan says, “this is workable. If we cut the extra flowers in the rooms, the additional gift bags—we can keep the welcome bag and the take-home swag—and the late-night food bar on Friday night but replace it with popcorn during the movie, we should be good. If they want late-night snacks, they can walk down the street and go to any of the multiple open shops. We don’t need to provide that.”
“But the poutine and nacho bar…” Daisy pleads.
“I know. It’s a great idea, but we don’t know what the attendance will be at that point, so it’s not worth the risk.”
“Fine,” Daisy relents. “It took all of like three seconds looking at that, and you solved the overage so quickly.”
“I do assess numbers every day, and it’s kind of my job to figure out how to cut back,” Sloan says.
“And you are great at it,” Daisy says, leaning in and kissing Sloan gently.
“Oh, is that so?”
“It is so. And it is incredibly hot.” Daisy leans further in, clumsily crawling into Sloan’s space. Sloan leans back, wrapping a hand around the back of Daisy’s neck, bringing her with her.
Laying on her back with Daisy straddling her hips, Sloan brings her other hand up from her side and smacks it onto Daisy’s deliciously plump ass. Her fingers dig in, gripping hard, pulling Daisy into her. Daisy’s lips part, allowing Sloan to deepen the kiss. She slides her tongue into Daisy’s mouth, hungry for a taste of her.
Daisy grinds into Sloan’s hips, seeking the pressure Sloan now knows she needs. Daisy’s tongue licks the edge of Sloan’s lips right before she feels a sharp pinch as Daisy takes Sloan’s bottom lip between her teeth and bites her. The sharp sensation sends a current of desire through her, causing Sloan to release a guttural groan as the heat within her rises.
“Do you have a favorite toy you use at home?” Daisy whispers in her ear.
If Sloan’s skin wasn’t already flushed, she is certain Daisy would see her turning a bright pink. She’s not necessarily shy about sex, but it’s still an oddly scary thing to admit to how she pleasures herself. “I do.”
“Do you think of me when you use it?” she asks brazenly.
Without hesitation, Sloan answers, “Every. Fucking. Night.”
“Conjure it,” Daisy demands.
Sloan’s core ignites with molten heat. She holds out her hand, and in the time it takes for her to blink, the long, thick purple cock with bumps and a clit teaser attached appears in her palm. Daisy’s eyes widen in surprise before quickly narrowing with intent. “Oh, this is going to be fun,” she says, her voice shifting low and breathy. “Let’s go to my room.”
Sloan brings a hand to Daisy’s breast and pinches her nipple between her thumb and index finger. “Hey!” Daisy laughs, batting Sloan away.
Sloan bats her eyes at her, attempting to look apologetic. “It looks so perfect. I couldn’t resist.”
A beautiful blush rises up Daisy’s neck, coloring her cheeks an incredible rose color and sending Sloan’s thoughts to Daisy spread before her, bearing her delicious cunt.
Daisy stands, reaching out a hand for Sloan and guiding her to her room. Entering Daisy’s room, Sloan continues to be amazed at how much this feels like Daisy.
“You are amazing,” Sloan says, stepping up to Daisy, tossing the vibrator on the bed, and sliding her arms around Daisy before nuzzling her neck. Goosebumps ripple down Daisy’s body in response, setting off a chain reaction in Sloan and causing her to shiver.
