Chapter 28

Kendra

Michael was completely out of the picture. After he bailed on me at the store, it took me the entire day to reach him on the phone and actually talk to him. But we didn’t do much talking. It was clear from the moment that he answered that he was looking for a fight. I was happy to oblige.

Oddly enough, it was the first fight we’d ever had. Even when we broke up, I wouldn’t classify that as a fight. It was more like a heated discussion which ended in a break up. But this time, Michael didn’t hold anything back. Of course, he was turbo pissed about my new job. He couldn’t, or wouldn’t, understand that I wasn’t doing anything obscene at work. Sure, I dressed a little sexy, but the outfit didn’t really show off too much. Michael didn’t want to hear it.

And he was pretty pissed off about the gummy pussy molds. I didn’t think he was ready to see something like that. He’d only just learned about the existence of candy sex toys. Seeing my own pussy in all its candied glory was too much for him to bear.

Aside from those two issues, Michael chose to focus mostly on events from our past relationship. I got the impression that he had been stewing about these things for a long time. We ended up having the fight that we should have had when we broke up six months ago. My candy pussy and provocative job were just icing on the cake. When it was over and he hung up, I was sure that I wouldn’t be hearing from him ever again.

But I also hadn’t heard from Grant, either. This upset me more than saying goodbye to Michael again. Grant had shocked me by being so raw and honest. I couldn’t remember him ever being so vulnerable in front of me. He told me why he couldn’t be with me, without holding anything back. I thought it would be the first step toward moving our relationship forward. But Grant didn’t see it that way. He believed we could never be together again. Then he walked away.

I had hoped that he might change his mind after a night to sleep on it. But he didn’t. By the time Friday came around, I was more and more certain that he’d meant what he said. The two of us were truly over.

And if I still wasn’t sure, if even the smallest fraction of me held out hope for him to change his mind, the sudden appearance of Loren that Friday afternoon shattered all of my hopes.

It was a quiet Friday, and it was getting toward closing time so the store was positively empty. I had been leaning against the counter, caught in my own daydreams, when she burst into the store. I was actually kind of mad at myself. If I was anywhere else or doing anything else, I could have perhaps avoided her. But she walked in, locked onto me, and from that moment I was hers.

“Kendra!” she exclaimed as she approached me. I was surprised that she remembered my name. I wondered if Grant had spoken about me outside that single time the two of us had met. “You have to help me!”

“Oh, hi Loren,” I said, keeping my voice as civil as I could. As I was at work, it was easy enough. I simply had to slip into work mode. I wondered if I would have been so courteous had I bumped into her in the outside world.

“I’m so glad you’re working!” she exclaimed, again, in what I was suddenly noticing to be a very high-pitched tone. “I need your help!”

“Sure thing. What can I help you with?”

“Well, I don’t know how well you know Grant, but he’s been a bit down lately,” she explained.

“Oh, has he?” I asked, trying to sound more caring than curious. Of course, I wondered if his down mood had anything to do with me.

“Yes. The last few days. Now earlier this morning, he was explaining to me about a special sale you have at the moment? Something to do with goodie baskets? Or gift boxes?”

“Yes, we have a ‘Do as you please,’ sale.” The ‘Do as you please’ sale basically meant that a customer was able to grab one of our baskets and fill it with as much product as they could, from a designated area of course, and buy it all for a special price. The idea was that not all customers knew what they were doing when it came to purchasing specific products. This was meant to promote experimentation and hopefully return customers.

“That’s the one!” she beamed. “Now, I thought it would be a bit of a hoot to buy him one of these. What do you think? I know, I know. He can get it for free. But the two of us have been, well, you know. So I figured that this would help add a little something to things. You get the idea.”

Oh, I got the idea all right. I actually didn’t know that her and Grant had been that close. When she mentioned that he was in a bit of a mood, I had chosen to instead focus on that fact rather than the more obvious one of Loren dating Grant. I mean, obviously she was, otherwise she wouldn’t have known about his down mood. But this, I’d chosen to ignore.

But now, that wasn’t really possible, was it? She was essentially rubbing my face in the fact that her and Grant were seeing each other. And to add insult to injury, she was also asking me to help her pick out products she could use while fucking him.

“You two are having trouble in the bedroom?” I asked, trying my best to sound more like a concerned friend than a snarky ex. Truthfully, though, I delighted in the fact.

“What? Oh no, no, no. Still as proactive as ever. This is more for a kick. A little fun. I mean, why not?” I was certain that I wasn’t getting the full story, a fact that also made me happy. Loren had the complete opposite body type to me, after all. I just didn’t see how Grant could love my curves as much as he claimed, yet still find Loren appealing, too.

“Okay, so you’re after products geared more toward, like, fun and adventure, rather than ones aimed at arousal?”

“Exactly!” Loren said, clapping her hands together. “Can you help me?”

“Gladly,” I said. That was all business, too. I couldn’t have been less glad to be helping her. But this was my job, and I was on the clock. So, I got to work helping Loren with the enthusiasm that I would show any customer.

For a brief moment, I thought about guiding her toward the absolute wrong products. Like having her pick out things I knew Grant wouldn’t like. He hated the taste of coconut, for instance. So I considered loading the basket with coconut flavored items, just to throw a wrench into her sexy plans with Grant.

But I decided against it almost immediately. As funny as I found the idea, it was petty and unfair. It wasn’t Loren’s fault that I was crazy in love with Grant. She had done nothing wrong here. If things ended up not working out between the two of them, I wanted it to happen naturally, not because I’d been a sneaky, vindictive ex-girlfriend. If Grant came back to me, I wanted him to make that decision on his own, without interference from me.

The two of us worked our way through the store together. I picked out and pointed to products that I thought the two of them might like. I gave her my best effort to help, forcing myself to keep my personal feelings separate from my professional life. As hard as I tried, my stomach squirmed every time I picked something out. There was something very unsettling about picking out sex toys for the man of your dreams, when you knew that someone else was going to be using them.

But I kept those feelings to myself as best as I could. I doubted Loren had any idea how I was feeling. After a good thirty minutes of shopping, Loren’s little basket began to look very full. She had cock rings, sprinkles, tassels, frostings, and creams. I’d also thrown a butt plug in there that I had insisted she try. It was an extra-large one, though. Maybe I wasn’t totally professional. The other thing I’d recommended was the chocolate dildo. It was still my favorite thing in the store, although I hadn’t tried too many of the toys.

Despite how packed her basket was, Loren was still insistent that something was missing. She had no idea what, but she was just certain that the basket wasn’t complete.

She started getting pouty and a little whiney. It was annoying. I had to wonder how the hell Grant put up with her. I knew that he was a no-nonsense kind of a guy, and she seemed to be nothing but nonsense. Maybe I was being a little hard on her, but whatever, I didn’t have to be her best friend. I was already proud of myself for being civil and helpful.

I also wondered how long the two had been seeing each other. It had been at least a few weeks by the sound of it, most likely since we got back from Atlantic City. The only way I was able to get through it was by calling her the Rebound Girl in my head and chuckling to myself every time I did.

I was ready to finish up things with her and drown myself in a bottle of wine or three. But goddamn Loren insisted that she needed one more perfect item to finish off her basket. It was around that point that I came up with a wicked little idea. Before I could stop myself, I was already speaking. “Hey, I think I know the perfect thing to complete the basket,” I said.

“Oh, that’s awesome!” Loren beamed.

“Yeah, let me just grab it. I’ll be right back.” I scurried away into the storage room. There, sitting in the very back of the room, was a box that had only arrived at the store two days prior. Its product wasn’t technically part of the sale, or even on the floor yet, but as I was the manager, I could do what I wanted.

I placed the box on the front counter where Loren was waiting and opened it up for her to see. Inside the box were the gummy molds of my pussy that Grant had dropped off a few days earlier. He told me that I could do with them as I liked, and I still hadn’t decided what that might be. But, seeing how spiteful I was feeling, selling one to Loren seemed like the perfect idea. And technically, I was pretty damn sure Grant would enjoy it. He certainly liked the real thing.

“What are they?” Loren asked curiously, reaching into the box and picking one up. It was very colorful, a bright orange actually. They were all different colors, but all the same shape and size. My size.

“They’re pussy molds,” I said truthfully, leaving out the most obvious part. There was no need for her to know who they were modeled after. “They’re brand new. I haven’t even put them out on the shelves yet.”

“Oh, wow! So, what, he can put his thingy in there, and I can eat it off at the same time?”

“Sure, that’s an idea. Or you can eat it and pretend it’s real. You can both share it and pretend that you’re involved in a three-way. You can take turns with it. Really, it’s a means to simulate an extra vagina in the room that also tastes good.” I paused, trying not to say the next thing that I wanted to. “Or, you know, Grant could just go at it while you watch.”

Loren’s eyes brightened at that idea. I suppressed a smile. That was all Loren needed. I could tell from her expression that I had made the sale. As soon as I stopped talking, she was reaching for her credit card.

I was in such a good mood after what I had done, I even gave her a discount. What are friends for, after all? And after she had gone, that good mood extended itself to such a degree that I decided to put the rest of the molds out for sale. There was no point in keeping them in the back room. And I didn’t want to throw them out, either. So why not sell them?

Since it was Friday, I had hoped that my good mood might extend through the night and into the weekend. But it didn’t. Not even close. I had two hours left at that store, and those were enough to drain me of any positivity that I may have been riding. By the time I did get home, I fell face first onto my bed without the intention of moving until it was absolutely necessary.

Putting those gummy molds out was the first mistake. I had managed to sell three almost as soon as they were out. But that wasn’t what was wrong. It was the people that bought them that gave me the creeps. It was three men, of course, and each one was creepier than the last. They were the type of guys that looked like they stunk before you got close enough to confirm it. They were the kind of guys who stared at my cleavage without even trying to hide the fact. They were the kind of guys that sent a shiver down my spine as I thought about how they were most likely thoroughly enjoying themselves over molds of my pussy.

Even though the idea of creepy dudes blowing their loads in my fake pussy contributed to my foul mood, something bothered me more than that. The real mistake was selling one to Loren in the first place. What the hell had I been thinking? There was no doubt that Grant would recognize it. At first, I thought it would be kind of funny. Just a silly little way to remind Grant of me. But now I realized what a stupid idea that was.

If he wasn’t furious with me for doing that, then he would probably think that I was being spiteful and immature. He would probably tell Loren what I’d done, and the two of them would have a good old laugh at my expense. They might even use it in some sort of sick, fantastical sex play. Whatever the reaction that was to come from me selling that mold to Loren, it wasn’t going to be good. I should have just left my candy pussies hidden in the back, never to see the light of day.

So I lay in bed, regretting what I had done. There was nothing I could do now to change what I’d done. The pussy was out of the bag, as it were. Now, I’d be spending the entire weekend in bed alone. And in the end, that was the worst part. When it was all said and done, I was alone. Grant and Loren were probably enjoying their sex candies, the ones I’d helped pick out. Meanwhile, I had no one.