Chapter Six
The next two weeks seem to fly by. Wyatt stays with me instead of returning to his hotel, and I’m impressed with how unfazed he seems with the normal Violent Circle hijinks. The man is nothing if not adaptable.
The Scarlet Toys building is being repaired and remodeled with amazing speed and it looks like we’ll be able to start stocking the merchandise again in a week or so.
Wyatt has to go back to Tennessee to give a deposition about the theft, and even though he invites me, I decide to stay home this time.
“I haven’t seen much of Jani lately. We’re going to spend Saturday together, hit the mall, get our hair done, you know, girly stuff. Jani’s happy we’re dating, you know.”
“Doesn’t keep her from flirting with me,” he points out.
“Actually, now she’s just talking about a threesome.”
Wyatt’s head whips around, and I hold up my palm. “Don’t even think about it.”
“You wouldn’t want to try it?”
“A threesome? Hmm…depends on which one of your friends.”
“My friends!”
“Or I still have your little friend under my mattress,” I tease. The strap on dildo has been there since we returned.
Chuckling, he leans down and kisses me. “All I need is you, babe. I’ll see you the day after tomorrow.”
“Be careful,” I call as I follow him outside.
Jani is just coming up the walk. “Don’t worry! I’ll take her to the spa. Get her jungle deforested before you get back!” she shouts as if the whole damn neighborhood can’t hear.
Wyatt just gives her a wave and takes off. He might be getting too used to our insanity.
“Well, come on hussy! I told Emily we’d pick her up,” Jani says.
“Keep your panties on, I’m coming.”
“It’s not often my brother actually visits and can sit with Mom. I’ve gotta take my freedom while I have it.”
I hop in Jani’s car and we pick up Emily on the way to the strip mall. Our girl’s day out might not be as fancy as some other women have, considering we’re starting at a thrift store, but we have a lot of fun together. Besides, thrift stores can be a treasure trove of new brand name clothes for ridiculously low prices. It’s amazing how much gets donated that still bears the original tags.
“So, have you heard from Noble since the block party?” Emily asks Jani as we head inside.
“Nope. I think he finally got the message.”
“Not likely,” I giggle.
“So, I hear you and Wyatt are together now?” Emily says.
“Yep,” Jani interjects. “He fucked his way into her little black heart that is so determined not to love.”
I shove Jani. “You’re one to talk. I don’t exactly see you settling down.”
“When I find the right penis, I will.”
We stop at the racks of skirts and dresses. “What about you, Em? Seeing anyone?”
“Do the old men who bring me their skid marked underwear to wash every week count?”
“Ugh. Gross. I don’t know how you do it,” Jani says.
“Two pairs of gloves. It sucks, but it pays better than retail or fast food.” Emily holds up a pale blue dress. ‘What do you think?”
“Makes your eyes shine,” I tell her. “Get it.”
“There is a guy I’ve had my eye on. He comes in on Sundays with about ten bags of dirty clothes and washes them himself. He’s really cute, but I assume he has a family with that kind of load.”
“Wedding ring?” Jani asks, returning a godawful yellow skirt to the rack.
“No, so probably a girlfriend.”
“Or a boyfriend,” Jani replies. “The best looking ones are usually gay. Except for Cassidy’s man. Unless…” She turns and grins at me.
“Totally straight,” I laugh.
“Damn, I’d be his beard any day. Sit right on his face.”
Emily and I both crack up. “I don’t think that’s how it works.”
Jani pulls out a silky, black, flared dress and practically shoves it at me. “You have to get this. It’ll drive Wyatt crazy.”
“You’re supposed to be dressing yourself, you know.”
“Yeah, but you don’t have my fat ass. I’ll never have your lean figure, so I’m living vicariously. Go try it on.”
“Guys love your ass,” I point out, before heading to the fitting room.
By the time I’ve changed into it, I know Jani is right. It fits perfectly and hugs my slight curves. It even fits through the chest. It’s hard to find dresses that don’t gape over my bitty titties, but this actually makes them look good.
We all leave the thrift store with bags of new clothes before heading to the shoe store. The key to shopping when you don’t have a lot of money is to save it where you can, like shopping at a thrift store instead of a mall, so you can spend it where you want to, like the shoe store.
I’m not as shoe crazy as Jani is, but I find a new pair of sneakers to replace my worn ones and a pair of ballet flats to match my new dress. My phone beeps, and I take a seat to read my text while Jani and Emily are trying on shoes.
Wyatt: Having fun?
Me: Yeah, at the shoe store now.
Wyatt: Getting whore red stilettos?
Me: You know me so well.
Wyatt: I’m just lying in bed at the hotel. All alone. Deposition was postponed until tomorrow morning.
Me: So you’re jacking off?
Wyatt: You know me so well. It would go a lot faster if you’d send me a picture.
Giggling, I snap a picture of the wall of sneakers in front of me and send it.
Wyatt: ha ha, you know what I want to see.
Me: And I’m in a shoe store.
Wyatt: That I’m sure has a restroom.
Before I can tell him to kiss my ass, Jani laughs. “Go on. I dare you. I’ll bet you’ve never sent a nude in your life, have you?”
“Stop snooping, bitch!” I laugh, shoving her away.
“Send the poor guy a topless shot at least.”
Emily joins the conversation. “Do you not trust him to keep it private?”
“He wouldn’t show it to anyone.” I look up at Emily. “You really think I should?”
“Why not?” She shrugs. “Tell him you want one in return.”
“I already have a dick pic from him.”
Jani’s eyes widen. “Whip it out!”
“No!” I glance around the store. “Okay, I’m going to the restroom.”
Thankfully, the restroom is empty, and I take the last of the four stalls. I whip off my shirt and take a quick picture of my chest, hitting send before I can change my mind.
The door to the restroom squeaks as it opens and I hear a woman murmur. “I swear you have to visit every bathroom in the city.” She must have a kid with her.
I mute my phone just in time as Wyatt’s response comes through.
Wyatt: Fuck, babe, I just want to suck those nipples. Show me more.
I can’t believe I’m sexting in a shoe store bathroom. A funny thought occurs to me. Since we’re going for a wax at the day spa next, I could do a little before and after picture. Jani was right when she said I’ve never sent nudes before. It’s time to live a little.
As quietly as possible, I put my shirt back on and slip off my panties, leaving my skirt on. Hmm…I’m not sure about the best way to do this.
I’m not going to squat down in here. I finally decide to put one foot on the toilet seat and then shove the camera under my skirt. The first picture is out of focus and with the light filtering through my green skirt, it looks more like a stepped on tennis ball than a vagina. Fine, the skirt has to come off too.
It joins my panties, hanging on the toilet paper dispenser. I’ve never felt so classy.
Naked from the waist down, I put my foot on the seat again, and focus on getting the perfect shot. The next one is pretty good and I send it, but I decide to take one more.
Why did I decide to take one more?
Just as I hit the button, the toilet seat slides to the side and the plastic bolts in the back holding it on both snap. The seat clatters to the floor, and my foot slides right into the toilet with a splash they probably heard on the sales floor. Thinking I’m going to fall, I panic and grab at the wall, dropping my phone, which slides out of the stall and toward the sinks.
So, there I am in all my glory. Naked, with a broken toilet seat looped around one foot while my other foot rests ankle deep in blue toilet water. No way this can get worse, right?
Wrong.
As I’m trying to extricate myself, I hear a small voice ask, “Mommy, what’s that?”
“The lady dropped her phone, Justin. Just put it on the sink for her.”
Oh god.
Oh no.
“But what is that? It’s weird and…hairy.”
Somebody please shoot me now. Where is a nice stroke or heart attack when you need one? Behind the door, a small boy is getting a look at his first vagina.
My vagina.
The toilet flushes and I hear his mother gasp when she takes the phone from him.
Yeah, I’m not coming out of here. Somebody is going to have to deliver my food because I’m never leaving this stall again.
“What is it?” he repeats.
“It’s just, um, a close up picture,” she stumbles, grasping for an explanation that isn’t some stranger’s vagina.
“Close up of what?” he insists.
“A…mouth. It’s just a blurry picture.” I hear the click of plastic against porcelain as she places the phone on the sink and says, “Wash your hands again.”
“But I already—”
“Again, Justin!”
Justin isn’t finished asking questions though. Through the running water, I hear, “It had a moustache though. And four lips! Do some guys have extra lips? Am I gonna get more lips? Ohh! Is it an alien? Aliens can have extra lips.”
His voice fades as they leave, and I rush through the stall door to grab my phone, one shoe sloshing and leaving blue puddles across the floor. Of course, they had to have blue water. I pop off my shoe and stuff it with paper towels to mop up the bulk of the water.
That is how Jani and Emily find me a few seconds later.
“Uh…Cass, any idea why the manager just sent us in here to tell you to leave. Something about taking obscene pictures?” Jani asks, her lips twitching as she holds back a smile.
“Oh hell. I can’t go out there!” I wail.
Emily giggles and shakes her head. “Come on. I’ll walk out with you while Jani pays for our stuff. What the hell happened?”
“Oh no. Wait until I get outside too. I’m not missing this story,” Jani insists.
My eyes never leave the ugly carpeted floor as I make a beeline for the door and wait in the car with Emily for Jani to show up. As we’re waiting another text comes through from Wyatt.
Wyatt: So fucking hot. Put your fingers in and take a picture.
Fuming, I send a return message.
Me: Fuck off
* * * *
Ever since I regaled Wyatt with the story of my catastrophic first attempt at sexting, he teases me at least once a day with a text requesting a crotch shot. Never going to happen.
Wyatt seems to have straightened out the issue at Scarlet Toys South and refocused his attention on our store. The weather has been great which has really helped with the rebuild. We’ve been waiting for the day when we can start restocking and prepare to open. When we finally get the call, it’s accompanied by more bad news.
It’s clear from Wyatt’s expression that something is wrong and I sit beside him as he hangs up the phone.
“Well, we can start getting the stock moved in again,” he says.
“But?”
“But the town has apparently decided to hold a vote on Proposition Four. Also known as the Children First Initiative.”
Confused, I shake my head. “I’ve never heard of it.”
He gives me a wry smile. “That’s because they introduced it while we were gone. It would block any adult stores, strip clubs, or anything they consider immoral from doing business in Ashen county.”
It takes a few moments for his words to sink in. Finally, I realize the repercussions of such a law and anger races through me. “Those self-righteous fuckwits!” I jump to my feet and pace the room. “Protect the children! Like we’re selling dildos at the school bake sale. It doesn’t have a damn thing to do with children. Maybe if they cleaned the cobwebs out of their withered up snatches, they’d lighten the fuck up!”
Wyatt’s jaw falls open and he bursts out laughing.
Freezing in place, I gape at him. “This isn’t funny! Your store. They’re going to shut it down. It took three votes to get the county to go wet and that took five years. When those sanctimonious prudes get together, they have the numbers to stall shit for a long time.”
Wyatt stands and walks over to me, still restraining his laughter. “You are so damned cute when you’re pissed.”
Is there anything worse than being called cute when you’re angry? “It’s not cute,” I reply through gritted teeth.
Doesn’t he understand what this means? It might not be the end of the world for him. He’ll go back to his lap of luxury life in Indianapolis, or focus on his other store. I’ll be out of a job I really like, but I know that isn’t the main reason I’m upset.
I’ll lose him.
When those stuck up bitches get their way, and run Scarlet Toys out of town, they’ll be taking him away from me too.
“No, it’s not cute or funny. It’s going to be a pain in the ass, but that doesn’t mean we can’t win.”
“You don’t understand. They’ll never quit.”
His hands squeeze my shoulders and he looks me in the eye. “Neither will I.”
My anger fades and fear rushes into its place as I’m struck by a realization. “I don’t want to lose you. Shit…Wyatt.” I pull back and pace across the room. My stomach churns and my chest feels tight. “I’m falling for you. Or I already have.”
I didn’t mean to tell him, but the words broke free anyway.
The next few seconds drag into months as he stares at me. I’m terrified that I’ve blown it. The next words out of his mouth are going to shatter me if he ends it because I just spewed feelings all over the place.
Finally, a smile blooms on his face and he walks toward me. “Cass, I’m not going anywhere, store or no store.” He slides his hand behind my neck and his fingers crawl into my hair. “We’re going to make this work. You aren’t the only one falling.” He pulls me against him, cupping the back of my head as I rest my cheek on his chest.
“I know we’ve only known each other a couple of months. I didn’t want to scare you off by telling you. You said from the beginning you didn’t want anything serious, but it doesn’t change how I feel. I love you.”
A sense of euphoria settles over me, and I wrap my arms around his back. “I love you, too. And it scares the hell out of me,” I confess.
He steps back and sweeps the hair from my forehead as I gaze up at him. “Why?”
“I don’t know. I’ve never been in love. I feel…deliriously happy and terrified at the same time.”
Chuckling, he plants a sweet kiss on my lips. “That’s a pretty good description of love.”
I grin up at him. “I guess you should know since you’re the old man with all the experience.”
“Call me old again, and I’ll have to break out the paddle.”
“I haven’t forgotten about that. Your day of payback is still coming,” I warn. “Now, what are we going to do about Scarlet Toys?”
“I’m going to get in touch with our company’s lawyers, and see what they suggest. In the meantime, we go about our business as usual.” He slaps me on the ass. “So, let’s go check out the building.”
The smell of paint is overwhelming when we walk inside, but it’s better than the smoke scent it used to have. Wyatt had them wall things off a little differently so the office is now bigger and we have a little break area on one side of the storeroom.
“We’ll put a table and chairs there. Mini fridge and microwave can go in the corner. It’ll make it easier on everyone to bring their lunch,” he points out.
“That’ll be nice,” Jani pipes up, walking up behind us.
“Word travels fast, I guess,” I laugh, and she shakes her head.
“I saw your car out back, Bare n’ Share.”
Wyatt gives her a puzzled look. “She likes to show pictures of her bare foo foo to people in women’s restrooms. Gets us banned from stores.”
“One store!”
She laughs as I smack her. “And it was your fault. You talked me into it!”
Jani laughs and dodges me. “Did she tell you how she got one smurf shoe?”
Wyatt cracks up. “I thought maybe she tried to flush herself to escape.”
“You’re going to have smurf balls if you keep it up,” I warn. “Now, are we moving stuff in or what?”
“I’ll get the register and everything wired in if you want to set up the display racks.” He turns to Jani. “Do you want to stay and help?”
“Are you kidding? I’m going crazy being stuck at home with Mom. I’m in.”
“Your mom is sweet,” I tell her as we walk through the store.
“Yeah, feel free to come over and catch the four hours a day of reality television. She’s driving me nuts with one that shows children’s beauty pageants.”
“Ugh…that’s so wrong. Pitting kids against each other based on their looks. They even have them wear fake teeth! What’s cuter than a little kid with missing teeth?”
“Yeah, she watches it and yells at the screen half the time about how horrible it all is.” Jani follows me out to the long cargo container sitting behind the store. All the stock has been waiting here for the building to be ready.
“Then why does she watch it?”
“Exactly,” she groans.
We spend the next few hours putting the store back in order. Wyatt calls Clarence and Martha to let them know they can return to work, and they promise to be in the next day. Neither of us mentions the upcoming proposition, although I know Jani is aware. For now, it’s just business as usual.
It takes two weeks to get the store back up and running. When we re-open, a giant banner hangs out front.
We’re Back! Don’t miss our Resurrection sale! 30% off!
“Subtle,” Clarence says with a nod, watching as it flaps in the wind.
According to the lawyers, there’s not much we can do when it comes to the upcoming vote. It comes down to the people and what they want. We have three months before the vote takes place and we’ve been trying to brainstorm ideas to get the public on our side.
Apparently satisfied with their plan to get Scarlet Toys shut down, the protesters have not resumed their usual daily march. They must be optimistic about the outcome. I wish I could say the same for us.
The looming threat seems to have a positive effect on business. Even after the sale is over, we have a steady stream of customers. More people are willing to shop with us when they don’t have to cross a picket line. Plus, the controversy has reached the local news station, who did a story about the upcoming vote. You couldn’t ask for better advertising. We’ve had customers from a lot of the surrounding towns as well.
Vote Yes on Prop 4 and Vote No on Prop 4 signs appear like magic around town, in yards and the windows of businesses and churches.
“There seem to be a lot more vote yes signs,” I point out to Wyatt as we sit on my couch. I’m sewing eyes on a bright blue stuffed dog.
“It does appear that way.” Wyatt watches me stitch with a small smile. “What do you do with the stuffed animals when you’ve finished them?”
“When I get a box full, like thirty or so, I send them to the local Department for Family and Children. They give them to kids who are removed from their homes and put into foster care.”
Wyatt stares at me for a moment. “Did you know someone in foster care?”
“No, I just like making stuffed animals and I have to do something with them. It’s not nearly as philanthropic as it seems.”
“Sure it is. You could be selling them.”
“They aren’t that good,” I snort, tucking my feet under the edge of his thigh.
“Are you kidding? People will pay good money for handmade stuff like that, and yours are really unique.” He rubs my knee.
“Thanks, but it’s just a hobby.” I glance at his computer screen. “What is the Lawson House?”
Wyatt shrugs. “A charity I started about eight years ago. We build community centers in run down areas to give kids something to do after school. Once this situation with Scarlet Toys is resolved, I planned to scout out a new location. I heard back from the publicist today, though. She’s been brainstorming ideas to get the public on our side when it comes to the vote. Since they’re claiming this is all about the children, I asked what she thought of putting the next community center here.”
“That’s a great idea!”
Wyatt frowns. “She thought so too, but I’m not sure. I usually keep these things separate. Are parents really going to want to let their kids hang out at a place owned by the local smut peddler?”
“Are you kidding? If you give them a place to park their kids after school without having to pay for a babysitter, they’ll start marching with Vibrators for Everyone signs.”
Excitement shoots through me, and I sit up and pull his laptop half onto my lap. “Tell me about the Lawson House.”
He rests his arm over my shoulders and clicks on the website showing pictures of his community center. Pride emanates in his voice when he starts giving me a virtual tour. “There’s a gymnasium with a basketball court, an outdoor playground, a game room with a ping pong table, Nintendo Wii section, and a place to play board games. This section is set up for classrooms, where the kids can meet with tutors, get help with their homework and stuff. I’ve been considering putting a pool in at the next one.” He turns to me. “Do you realize a lot of kids who grow up under or near the poverty line never learn to swim? It’s dangerous.”
“Our county doesn’t have a pool. I imagine most of the kids here have never been swimming.” I peek up at him. “Isn’t all this really expensive, though?”
“It’s well funded by donations. People in my father’s social circles are eager to give and get on his good side. He has a lot of influence among the affluent. They all try to one up one another on who gives the most to charity the same way they compete to have the biggest house or most expensive car. I’ve invested some of it, plus the interest it earns is more than enough to keep three centers running.”
“That’s amazing.” As someone who scrapes by, just trying to keep my car running and the lights on, it’s hard to imagine so much money.
“Maybe this is the way to go. Show the town we can be good for the community.” He rubs his chin.
“I’d make it clear that the store is funding it though. Make them understand the center is dependent on the funds from Scarlet Toys. Might sway the vote. Assuming we could get the center up and running before then.”
Wyatt sets the laptop aside and pulls me into his lap. “We?” he says with a grin.
Damn. This really doesn’t have anything to do with me. It’s his money, his center, his idea. “I mean, if you want my help, I’d love to be a part of it.”
“Of course I want you to be a part of it.” His lips leave warm kisses on the nape of my neck. “We’ll start looking for a suitable building tomorrow.”
“Mmm…sounds good. You know the rule if you mess with my neck.”
I grab onto him in a panic when he suddenly stands. “Grab the Scooby Doo soundtrack. I’m going to unmask the monster.”
Gah, I’m never going to live that down. “The monster usually turns out to be a crooked old man,” I laugh. “I guess your monster does lean a little to the left.”
Wyatt’s phone rings and he groans, grabbing it from the table. I excuse myself to grab a drink while he answers. When I return to the living room, he’s pulling on his shoes.
“The police want to show us the video from the night of the arson.”
Well, there’s a surefire way to kill the mood.
Wyatt was informed that the fire was indeed arson a week or so after it happened, but it wasn’t a surprise. We’ve been waiting to hear back from the police about the parking lot video, and they finally called today to have us come in and view it.
“You can’t identify the suspects?” Wyatt asks, as we’re led back to a small room with a television.
“Not yet, but I don’t expect we’ll have a problem once we get their pictures out to the public.” The officer glances at his partner and they both grin.
“What’s so funny?” I demand. Nothing about some assholes torching Scarlet Toys is amusing.
“You’ll just have to see for yourself, ma’am.”
The picture flips on to show the parking lot as a nondescript truck drives past and parks just out of range of the cameras. “No shot of the plate,” Wyatt murmurs.
When the men walk up to the back door of the store, the rear camera picks them up as clear as glass. “What the hell? What’s on their faces?” I exclaim.
“As far as we can tell, Ms. West, black marker.”
Wyatt’s chest rumbles with laughter. “They colored in their faces with black marker? That’s their disguise?”
The officers laugh and lay out two photos they’ve taken from the videos. Both men would be instantly recognizable to anyone who knows them, despite the fact they’ve scribbled over their cheeks, foreheads, and noses with a black marker.
“We’re obviously not dealing with criminal masterminds here. We wanted you to have a look first and see if you recognize the idiots before we release the picture to the public.”
Wyatt shakes his head. “No, but I don’t really know anyone here.” He peeks up at me. “Cass?”
I give the two morons another look, but there’s nothing familiar about them. “No, sorry, but they’re older than I expected. I figured teenagers or maybe my age.”
One of the officers nods. “We’re estimating they’re in their fifties.”
“Is there anything else you need from me?” Wyatt asks.
“No sir. We’ll let you know if we get any leads.”
Wyatt thanks the officers and we head out the door.
“That should be an interesting news story,” I laugh as we climb in the car.
He smiles at me. “More publicity.”
* * * *
We don’t have to look far for a building for The Lawson House. The old elementary school building seems to be perfect when we do a walk through. It’s small compared to most elementary schools now, but it’s equipped with a gym and classrooms. Wyatt thinks the auditorium could probably be torn out and converted into a swimming pool.
“This is going to take a long time, isn’t it?” I ask, after he speaks with the realtor.
“The pool will be a bit, but the rest is actually in really good shape. I think we could have that half open within a month or so. I’ll get a crew in to clean and paint. The old art studio would be a great area for the game room since it’s so large.”
Wyatt grins down at me. “We’re going to be busier than a dog with two dicks the next few months.”
“You have such a classy way of putting things.”
“Speaking of classy,” Wyatt laughs, pointing at the pitiful laundry room located at the end of our street. It’s provided for the tenants, but the machines don’t work half the time, so most of us use the laundromat in town.
It’s apparently in use today, though. One of the women who lives on the far end of the circle bursts through the door, completely naked, and proceeds to saunter across the street to her apartment like she doesn’t have a care in the world.
Neal comes out the door a few seconds later and starts shaking his head the second he sees our expressions. “No, no. Wasn’t nothing like that. Mary threw her clothes in the washer, sniffed the shirt she had on, then just stripped off everything she was wearing and added them to the load. Smiled at me on the way out. Bat shit crazy,” he laughs.
“Are you sure you want to stay with me?” I ask Wyatt, as we head back to my apartment. “Violent Circle is insane.”
“It’s growing on me.”
Wyatt wasn’t exaggerating. The next few weeks we really only see each other at night and in the morning. He spends his days at the future community center while I run Scarlet Toys. Things have been going well. Business at Scarlet Toys is still great, and the community center is coming along quickly. Apparently, when you have enough money to throw at it, construction projects can be done quickly, because the pool has already been dug and installed.
We hear back from the police about a week after the photos are broadcasted on the local news that they have the men responsible. The grand jury indicts them and both accept a plea agreement instead of awaiting trial. Possibly because the pictures of them and their ridiculous scribbled faces have gone viral and they’re the laughingstocks of half the country. It didn’t exactly bring the honor and respect they hoped to the little extremist group they belonged to. Obviously, some people have a real problem with porn. They were both sentenced to ten years in prison, and Wyatt is satisfied with that.
Wyatt and I are getting along, and I know I’m falling more for him every day. It’s unreal how much I enjoy the little things with him, like snuggling up every night to watch our favorite show before bed, or our routine, good-natured morning argument over who gets the first shower. Between Wyatt and work, I don’t think I’ve ever been happier.
Still, the upcoming vote looms over our heads. I’m not oblivious to the fact that all my happiness can be undone by a group of puckered up assholes.
Jani bounces into Scarlet Toys on her night off with a big box in her arms. “Hey skank, you had any weirdos tonight?” she asks.
“Nope. It’s been pretty quiet. What is all that?” I ask as she digs into the box.
Standing up, she smiles and throws me a white t-shirt with Save the Scarlet scrawled across the front in bright pink letters. “I had them made. I was thinking. Wyatt’s planning a grand opening for the community center? Like a little carnival?”
“Yeah, we’re hoping it’ll draw in the kids, get some sign-ups for swimming lessons, tutoring, and stuff.”
“We should have an adult festival at the same time. You know, with adult activities.”
“Pretty sure that’d be illegal,” I snort.
Jani looks at me like my cheese has slid off my cracker. “I wasn’t going to set up a glory hole, for fuck’s sake. I was thinking about a kissing booth, maybe a lingerie fashion show, that kind of stuff. We could have it the same night so parents can drop their kids off at the center and come here while they’re waiting.”
I’ve never seen Jani care about much of anything except her mother so I’m surprised she’s putting so much thought and effort into this. “You really like this job, don’t you?”
Jani smiles and holds a t-shirt up to her chest to judge the size. “It’s a lot of fun. And I don’t want those prudes to win.”
“Wyatt’s working late at the center. Why don’t you stop by and ask him about your idea? And show him the shirts. These are great.”
Jani’s beam practically illuminates the room. “I will.”
A man approaches the counter with one of our new items, a talking vibrator. “Hi, I was thinking about this for my wife as a gag gift. She’ll be forty this week. Do you have any idea what it says?”
The only phrase listed on the package is Not tonight. I have a headache.
“No.” I grab a pair of scissors and cut the top of the package. “But let’s find out.”
Jani hands me some batteries and I install them. As soon as I turn it on, along with the low buzzing, a voice groans, “Again? Don’t you have a husband?”
All three of us crack up, but it keeps talking. Every thirty seconds or so, it spits out a new phrase. “Help, it’s dark in here! I knew I should’ve gone to college.”
Laughing, the man nods. “I’ll take it.”
While Jani runs back to get him an unopened package, the vibe keeps going. “Ugh, aren’t you done yet? I’m bored.” It then proceeds to sing Ninety-nine Bottles of Lube on the Wall.
We’re all nearly in tears when I shut it off and bag up his purchase.
“Would you like a T-shirt for your wife?” Jani asks, holding one up. “They’re free.”
“Hell yeah. I heard they’re trying to shut you down. I’ll be there to vote no,” he informs us. We thank him, and he heads out, still chuckling.
“See? What job could be more fun than this?”
Jani offers to help me close the store, but I tell her to go, and she calls me a few minutes later. “Wyatt said go for it! He put me in charge of the adult festival.” She pauses for a moment as the responsibility sets in. “Shit. What have I gotten myself into?”
“Please, there is no one with a more creative dirty mind than you. You’ll be fine. And you know I’ll help you.”
“Ooh, we could bob for something. Butt plugs? Nah, that’s too gross. Don’t worry. I’ll think of something. I’ve got to go. Mom’s not feeling well tonight. Talk to you later.”
She talks a million miles an hour then hangs up on me.
Wyatt is standing right behind me when I turn around and I practically jump out of my skin. His chest rumbles with laughter, and I shove him. “You scared the shit out of me!”
“Sorry,” he replies, sounding anything but. “Was that Jani?”
“Yeah, she’s really excited.”
He swipes a lock of hair off of his forehead. “Do you think I made a mistake putting her in charge?”
My fingers wander up to play with the lock of hair as it stubbornly falls back into place. “No, she’ll be great. I’ll let you know if she tries to do anything too dirty.”
“Good. I need a haircut. Any idea where I should go?”
I throw my arms around his neck. “I like it long, but if you insist, I’d ask one of the guys you’re working with. I go to the salon, but most guys around here go to a barber.”
His hands travel down to cup my ass, like they usually do. “I’d hate to have my masculinity called into question because I went to a ladies’ salon,” he teases.
“You know a barber won’t offer you a manicure, though, right?”
His lips twitch. “Very funny. Nail hygiene isn’t just for women.”
“Down here it is. You’re lucky if the guys aren’t digging the crud from under their nails with a pocketknife.” I slide my hand over his and trace the lines in his palm with my finger. “Your hands are the best of both worlds. Rough from work, but clean, with nails that don’t grate my insides.”
His laughter fills the room and he leans down to give me a soft kiss. “I swear I never know what’s going to come out of your mouth next.” He plants another light kiss on the corner of my mouth. “I love you.”
“Now you’re thinking of what you want to go into my mouth,” I accuse, moving my hand down to his crotch. “I love you.”
“You’d better.”
“What? Sorry, I was talking to your cock. Of course, I love you too.”
The room tips as he throws me over his shoulder. “That does it. I’m taking you home. You have another date with the paddle.”
“Only if you want to wake up with your balls glued to your leg.”
His deep laughter follows us out to the car.
Everyone’s relationships are like this, right?