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She flogs the wall beside her, making a loud slap echo throughout the room.
I cringe. “Daddy?”
“I know, it felt icky saying it.” She slides the flogger back into its place on the wall. “Well, if you’ve seen enough, you wanna get some coffee? The place next door has a killer caramel frappe. My treat.”
I nod. “Absolutely.”
Melanie starts down the stairs. I linger in place, briefly taking one last quiet glance into the corners or the room. My wrists tingle, involuntarily reacting to the possible feel restraints digging in. I imagine a hard caress on my exposed rear end, all within sight of a dozen strangers.
I clear my throat and follow Melanie down.
“Did you girls have fun?” Judy asks us as we reach the entrance.
“Always will,” Melanie says. “Thanks for having us. I’ll be in again soon, I promise.”
I nod. “Yes, thank you. You have quite the place here, Judy.”
She flashes a sinister wink. “We’ll be seeing you again,” she says, staring at me.
I nod, feeling a warm chill radiate down my spine.
We step outside and Melanie nudges my ribs.
“She says that to everybody. She’s not a psychic or anything. Just a dirty, old lady.”
“Yeah, I figured,” I say, playing it cool.
“I want to be her when I grow up.”
I laugh. “Well, you’re on your way.”
We take a few quick strides toward the coffee shop next door. Melanie reaches for the handle but the door flies open and she slams right into the person leaving: a man with wide shoulders, a leather jacket, and shaggy, brown—
Of course.
“Slow down, lady! You leave your cauldron plugged in or something?”
I silently groan at Robbie’s twisted smirk.
Melanie’s face drops all patience. “Ugh, move.”
She shoves him back and bolts into the shop, leaving him grinning with a to-go cup clutched in his good hand and his bandaged palm hanging by his side.
I stop beside him with my crossed arms as he watches her go, patiently waiting while he takes a long, hard look at her ass.
Finally, he turns around and notices me. “Oh. Hi, Nora.”
I shake my head. “Robbie, why do you say shit like that to her? You adoreMelanie.”
“I do. She’s the love of my life,” he says with a defiant nod.
“Then, leave her alone.”
“The thing is...” he takes a swig from his coffee, “dumping on Mel is like... well, it’s like taking a dump. If I don’t do it at least once a day then things start to feel weird. Go a whole week without and that’s just unhealthy.”
I frown. “I do not understand you two.”
“Yeah. Me, neither.”
