Page 64 of Unbound
I check my phone once more. It’s becoming an obsession. I’m either checking it to see if Lyric’s okay, or by the slim chance Rawley might have sent anything.
Last night at the rehearsal dinner he sent me a text. It was simple. I pull it up again to stare at it.
Rawley: You look pretty tonight.
I remember looking up at him after he sent it, but he wouldn’t look up. It was as if he couldn’t and that message was the only way he could say it.
Raven groans in the kitchen behind me. “Stupid. So stupid.”
I’ve never been to a bachelorette party. None of us have been so when Raven decided to plan this night, she really had no clue what went into it.
We’re at Red and Lenny’s house while the boys are apparently at the bar, no one really knows, but Lebanon is a small town and there’s only one bar or the Mexican restaurant. About two years ago, Rawley got in a fight with the owner’s son and was asked to never set foot in the Mexican restaurant ever again so my bet is Murphy’s.
“I hired a stripper after the rubber dick party,” Raven tells me with a bowl of chips in her hand, her black dress creeping up her thighs more than she needs it to.
I can damn near see her V.
“Stop calling it a rubber dick party.” I take a handful of the chips from the bowl, chewing on one slowly. “It’s a sex toy party. And I’m sorry, you hired awhat?”
“A stripper,” she mumbles, brushing chip crumbs from her dress. “But I have a small problem withsaidstripper.”
“And that is?” Staring down the hall, we’re both waiting on the bride-to-be to come out of the bathroom already. Our plan tonight is to have the sex toy party and then head out to the bar where the boys are. I don’t think I want to see Rawley tonight, but there’s a butterfly swirling in my stomach and she’s telling me otherwise.
“He’s a prostitute.”
“And?”
“Why do you think there’s more?”
“Something about the way you’re eyeing the door like you’re not sure whether to run away, or stay.”
“Hmmm, a little of both.” Raven’s stare darts around the room and lands on the door when the consultant for the party walks in, cheery and with a suitcase full of rubber dicks. “I’m not sure he’s eighteen. I mean, I think he is, but I’m not completely positive. Can we get arrested for that?”
“How’d you find him?” I whisper when Lenny jets out of the bathroom in her short black dress to greet the lady at the door. “And I don’t know. Probably?”
“Well, Tyler once hired a stripper for Red a couple years back and it’s that girl’s brother. Apparently prostitution runs in the family.”
“That’s kinda weird.”
The consultant then greets us and says her name is Kitty. No lie. Her fucking name is Kitty and she sells rubber dicks.
Raven snorts, her second beer now in her hand and makes a clawing action at me. “Meow!”
I take her beer from her, laughing. “It’s a bit early. Pace yourself.”
I’m not entirely sure what happens during these rubber dick parties. Like I said, I’ve never been to one. What I can tell you is there’s a lot of hands on showcasing, some embarrassing moments and well, experimenting. Not in the sense where we try anything. It’s a lot of hey, look at this one, or, what the fuck? Who would use that?
“It’s like it’s raining dicks,” Raven says, smacking me in the cheek with a double-ended big purple dildo.
I rub my cheek. “That’s insane!”
Kitty claps her hands together and then hands Lenny a strap-on dildo. “Okay, time to play a game for the bride-to-be.”
Lenny’s eyes widen as she’s pulled to a standing position by Kitty. “What kind of game?” Awkwardly, she takes the strap on and holds it in front of her like it has a disease.
Kitty gives her a nod. “Put it on and then Raven and Sophie, you’re going to take these cock rings and try to get them on the dick Lenny has on.”
She hands us about ten cock rings and I have no idea whose dick could actually fit these cock rings, because I thought they were supposed to be tight around… well, whatever. They’re just really big and I can’t imagine it. I don’t want to imagine it.
