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“I used to like you,” Tyler said.
Suddenly, the door to the office opened and they all froze. Prin from the IT department stopped and stared at the sight of them.
“It’s okay,” Scott said. “It’s only that guy from IT. Now let’s move.”
They ran out of the building.
To Eddie’s despair, it appeared the entire world had decided to visit the university open day. They had to contend with a mix of teenagers and parents who were exceedingly suspicious of Eddie, Scott and Tyler.
“Where are the capes?” Scott asked Hassan.
Hassan had been drafted in from the call centre to hold the fort at the main stall. He made no attempt to hide his amusement.
“I thought the others were bad.”
“What colours did they get?” Tyler asked.
“Black, yellow and white,” Hassan replied.
Scott shuddered. “Thank God, I didn’t get yellow.”
Hassan reached under the table and revealed a pink cape.
“Eddie, this is yours. Be careful so nothing falls out.”
Eddie took the garment. It was festooned with pockets that contained condoms. It wasn’t as bad as he’d expected and would cover a lot of the hideous leotard.
“When you’re empty, come here to reload,” Hassan said. “Tyler.”
He handed over the blue cape.
“Lube,” Tyler said, inspecting it.
“I wonder what I’m getting then,” Scott said. His eyes were wide. Eddie wasn’t sure if that was excitement or fear.
Hassan cleared his throat. He lifted out a purple cape and handed it to Scott. Noticeably, he didn’t meet his gaze.
“Fucking cock rings?” Scott exclaimed. “You are shitting me.”
Eddie didn’t dare catch Tyler’s eye as they put the capes on. If he did, he would have lost it.
“You two are heroes of rampant sex lives. I’m the one to go to for erectile disfunction,” Scott grumbled. “That says it all.”
“If we all come and reload together, I’ll take them,” Eddie said.
“Then me,” Tyler added. “We must all take turns with the cock rings.”
Scott laughed. “You guys.”
“Main room is through there,” Hassan said, pointing to some large doors.
Suddenly, Eddie’s phone began to vibrate.
“Shit,” he said. “My phone.”
“Where is it?”
“In my pants.”
