Page 110 of The Toy Maker


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“Spread your legs, baby.”Jade left no room for debate as she took the final measurements. I tried to ignore the feeling of my friend’s hands traveling up my thigh.

Kitty’s voice rang in my ears as Jade lifted my arms and threatened me with her sewing needles if I didn’t stand still. The weight of my eyelids seemed to increase as I waited for her to finish cutting out the skirt that I was wearing for the Thanksgiving party.

I watched her buzz around in a frantic tailspin; it was D-Day at Pink Cherrie, and no one could mask the excitement in the building. For the first time ever, the toys wouldn’t be the main event.

The girls who volunteered to be the main course were in for quite a night, but even as I stood in the middle of ground zero, I couldn’t shake off the cloud looming above me. I hadn’t spoken to Kitty since she busted me for screwing Jason.

At first, I expected her to be angry, but what I overheard sounded more like concern.

I wasn’t a complete idiot; I knew who Jason was and how he operated the minute I met him. Hell, I even dated some Jasontypes in college. I knew what I was getting into and yet… I didn’t say no.

“Fuck me in the ass,” Jade hissed, snapping me out of my thoughts. Blood dripped down her index finger and stained the velvet orange fabric of my outfit.

“What happened?” I stammered.

“I just forgot that scissors are sharp.” She wrapped her finger in a rag to help stop the bleeding.

Kitty swooped in to tend to the wounded but not before glancing at me standing helplessly to the side. Her faded pink hair whipped around as she ran to the back and grabbed the first aid kit.

“It’s not too deep,” she reassured while smearing the disinfectant on Jade’s finger. “You should be fine for tonight.”

Jade agreed and put the band-aid on. “I can’t say the same for Tara’s outfit, though.” I stared at the cluster of bloodstains; you would think a group of women would be far more efficient at removing those.

Kitty looked at me and then at the skirt. “Do you have any other outfits ready?”

“Only another main course, but there are already way too many.”

Kitty scanned the room before giving her final decree, “Put her in what you have. I have to go deal with Wendy.”

Jade furrowed her eyebrows, and Kitty sighed.

“She took some ecstasy last night and thinks she can fly,” she elaborated.

Talk about never growing up.

I watched our fearless leader in six-inch fuck-me pumps rush to the aid of the delusional whore and waited for Jade to shove something skimpy into my hands.

“Come on, let’s get you re—” Sudden screeching cut her off mid-sentence.

“They’re here!” a half-naked Cherry cheered as our male co-stars strolled into the building. I followed the crowd to the door and watched from afar.

After a minute passed, Jason appeared from his office and greeted the man in the front.

Dirty blond hair framed his face, and when he smiled at something Jason said, the girls swooned over him,

The scent of horny women wafted through the air as the group wandered around the sales floor. Each one wore a gray tank top that hugged their muscular bodies while carrying a bag on their backs.

Maybe an alternate tank top?

Jade appeared beside me and blinked in awe as they walked past us. “My God, how much blood did I lose?” She fanned herself with her non-wounded hand.

“Not nearly enough,” Amy snapped from behind us. I rolled my eyes and turned to face her.

Her cold, frigid expression only fueled the frustration growing inside me. I wanted to be better than petty arguments and name-calling, but hell, I was exhausted.

“Go fuck a cactus, Amy.” The words spewed out and for once, I didn’t care.

Jade’s eyes widened; usually, being aggressive was her turf, but with all the bloodletting, I gave her a break.