Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 65225 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 326(@200wpm)___ 261(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65225 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 326(@200wpm)___ 261(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
“That’s our alien cock special,” Lenore explained. “A few months ago, aliens went viral on TikTok through all of the BookTok community. I was asked by several people if we carried alien cocks… and since I was one of the only sex shops that did, it became a very popular item. That’s our last one. We’re back-ordered on those until May.”
Banger tucked it under her arm and then said, “I can’t wait to share it on social media. My three followers are going to think I’m fuckin’ awesome.”
Griffin’s shoulders were shaking.
“What’s your Instagram?” Lenore asked. “I’ll make it four.”
Banger looked a little sheepish then as she said, “Well…”
“You don’t have one, do you?” I grinned.
I’d actually looked into her all over social media, and hadn’t found a single mention of her name.
Not that I did social media, either, but it was amusing that she was embarrassed that she didn’t have it.
“No,” she admitted. “I started to, but that just seems like such a waste of my day. I have so many more things I could be doing with my downtime, like taking a nap. Plus, I heard that TikTok is like getting sucked into a rabbit hole. I’d rather not devote that much time to my phone if I can help it.”
Truer words had never been said.
“Salem, on the other hand, is a crazy social media guru. She’s got Instagram, TikTok, Only Fans, and a few other things.” Banger picked up a jar. “Anal ease.”
She glanced at me, wiggled her eyebrows, and tucked that underneath her arm, too.
Griffin all but died.
It was Lenore who said, “Um, I’m not sure if ‘Only Fans’ is considered social media. Isn’t that where you get naked on camera, and people pay to subscribe?”
Banger looked at Lenore and grinned. “Why do you think I’m buying this big blue cock?”
Lenore’s mouth fell open.
“Don’t worry.” Banger snickered. “It’s actually more of a tame one. I do know what it is, and that’s why I call it more ‘social media.’” She picked up another package, this one said ‘cock mold’ on it. “Really, she just sits there and tells men to do things while wearing a bra and panties. I was there one time and she was telling one guy to ‘suck her toe down the back of their throat’ and I had to leave. That was weird.”
I watched her tuck the cock mold underneath her arm, too, which prompted me to say, “Do you need a buggy, dear?”
Banger’s beautiful eyes came to settle on me, and she smirked. “Yes.”
I turned around and headed back to the front while the three of them spoke, my eyes automatically scanning the parking lot for Sareen.
I found her on the phone with her scowl aimed directly at me.
I raised my brows at her, but turned, pretending that I was unaffected by her anger.
Which, in all honesty, I was.
I just didn’t want that anger to be turned into something else, against someone else that wasn’t me.
But my attention was once again caught by the woman that threw all kinds of things into the cart I’d steered her way.
“What about that swing that y’all were talking about?” Griffin teased.
I felt my face flush as I said, “You heard that?”
“I did.” Griffin nodded, pointed then said, “That one I know for a fact will hold up all of my weight.”
Banger threw her head back and laughed. “As long as the one we get isn’t used, I’m down.”
The next twenty-five minutes were spent talking, shopping, and loading up on so much fuckin’ sex shit that I knew for a fact that I couldn’t get it home.
But that turned out not to be a problem when Lenore offered to ship it.
“Actually.” Banger pulled out her phone. “If you could mail this to my sister.” She separated half the pile. “That would be perfect. I can pay postage once you know what shipping will be. I’ll just Venmo you.”
Griffin came to stand beside me as he watched her gather her things.
It was only as we were leaving that Griffin said, “You forgot your batteries.”
Banger held up a pink dildo about the size of her hand that was still in the box and said, “Don’t worry. This one is rechargeable.”
“I’m not sure why you didn’t just ship it all. Not all of that shit is going to fit into my bags,” I said. “At least not the sex swing.”
“I have an idea,” she said as she all but strapped it to the seat behind her using a bungee cord. “The only problem is, we’ll be just a wee bit close.”
I had no problem with that at all.
Something in which I proved seconds later when she snuggled up close to my backside.
Headlights flickered on behind us, illuminating our entire beings with bright ass lights, and I gritted my teeth.
“Reddddd flaaaag,” Banger sang.