Page 11 of It'll Be Fun
“No,” Cali said. “I didn’t want to do this, but I’m breaking out the big guns.” She headed to her office, retrieved the squirt bottle holding a mix of water and white vinegar, and returned with it.
All she had to do was show it to the cat and he winced and took off running.
Max and Sean both stared at the departing feline, then back to her.
“What thehell, babe?” Max asked. “Why haven’t you told us that trick before?”
“Because I hate using it. It’s only a last resort, if he gets too wound up and tries to climb onto my laptop or something.”
Sean’s jaw dropped. “So letting him perforate my balls with his claws is okay, but squirting our darling little fucker with water is not? Can you please explain your logic?”
Max shook his head at Sean. “You want to get laid, or not?”
“I can multitask, thank you very much.”
She squirted Sean dead in the face, rapid-fire, hitting him about four times with the stream.
“What theshit, babe?” He blinked a couple of times before the vinegar really worked its way into his nose and eyes. “Ow, ow OW!” He bolted for the bathroom.
Max looked…smug.
She held it up with a hopeful smile on her face.
He pointed at her. “Red.”
She pouted. “Aw. You’re no fun.”
“Motherfucker!” Sean yelled from the bathroom.
“No, I’m just a forward-thinking kind of guy,” Max said as he held out his hand. “Give it. And go apologize to him.”
Still pouting, she handed it over. From the stern look on his face, she knew if she violated a red and squirted him in the face anyway, she was very likely to get a spanking that wouldn’t be the slightest bit fun.
Besides, they never intentionally violated a red with each other.
Although the time Sean let a fart rip while she was giving him head had led to the nearly perforated balls when she dumped catnip on the two fuckers—Max got doused, too, because he’d laughed—and Baxter leaped onto the bed.
Max took the squirt bottle back to the office for her while she walked into the bathroom. Sean leaned over the sink, washing his face.
She grinned. “Sorry.”
“No, you’re not. You were smiling.”
“Yeah, but do you see now why Baxter hates it and why I hate doing it to him?”
“Yeah. And, oh, fuckingred, goddammit.”
“Max already said it.”
He finally shut off the water and dried his face. His eyes looked red and bloodshot.
And his cock was wilted.
He stared at her. “Okay, so I’m going to call a proactive red on any similar things that could be considered chemical weapons—pepper spray, vinegar, bear spray, mace—anything.”
“Bear spray?”
“I’m trying to cover my ass.” He hung the towel up.
