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“Oh my God…” Fucking kill me now. I squeezed my eyes shut, hoping the floor would open up and swallow me before she could embarrass me anymore. I thought the worst thing she would ever do was ask me for tips on giving better blowjobs. Apparently, I was wrong. Very wrong.
“I was reading up on different survivors’ stories,” Frankie continued, moving on to a much smaller, more reasonably sized penis, “and some people find toys easier to work with afterward. It’s supposed to help jumpstart… things. I mean, most of the literature is aimed at women, but I figure it more or less applies to guys too.”
“There’s more to sex than penetration, Frankie.” I blew out a sharp breath and crossed my arms over my chest. “And what gives you the impression I’m the bottom?”
She shot me an unimpressed look and bent a double-ended penis in half, letting one end spring up again. Even if it was fake, it still mademydick hurt just watching it. “Are you telling me that the walking definition of toxic masculinity letsyoufuckhim?”
The best response I could come up with was to glare at her.
“My point exactly.” She smiled smugly and waved a glass dick beneath my nose. “These are supposed to be smoother. And you can put them in the fridge. Adds to the experience, I guess.”
My stomach lurched violently. I shook my head, promptly looking away and trying to breathe. The air in my lungs refused to move — in, or out. In the blink of an eye, I was thrown back to a time and place I didn’t want to fucking be in, unable to turn off the video playing through my mind of the worst day of my life.
“Or stainless steel,” she said, unfazed by my lack of response and the fact I was about to have a breakdown three feet away from her.
As much as she was trying to help, all this little trip did was unleash a flood of memories. Painful ones that I didn’t want toeverthink about, let alone in the middle of a fucking sex shop.
Without even looking, I grabbed the first non-glass or metal thing I could see and threw it in the basket so she’d stop talking. “There. Can we fucking go now?”
“Man, that is so bright. You won’t lose that in the dark,” she said with a laugh.
“Frankie!”
“Ok, we can go. Geez.” She headed toward the register, stopping to point out the cock rings. “Those can keep him from going in too deep. I mean. If that’s a problem. I don’t know. He could have a small dick. Would explain the anger issues. But you’ve got a bubbly butt, so I guess it’s gotta be long enough to, like, get in there.”
I snatched the basket out of her hand and darted toward the clerk, checking out as quickly as I could. The employee didn’t even look twice at me even though I was damn near hyperventilating in front of their cash register. They were probably used to people acting weird, given the environment.
Frankie was perusing the restraints when I rushed back down the aisle. Grabbing her by the arm, I hauled her toward the front of the store.
“You ok? You’re sweating.” She reached up and ran her fingers through my hair, fluffing it on my temple as I barreled through the door and inhaled a burst of exhaust-laden city air.
“I’m fine. I just have to go.”
“Are you sure? We can—”
“I said I’m fine, Frankie!”
She held her hands up defensively. “Ok, ok. I’ll get an Uber.”
Running a hand over my face, I turned away from her, exhaling a slow breath. My shirt clung uncomfortably to my body. I could feel beads of sweat rolling down my back, but I couldn’t stop pacing on the sidewalk.
I knew I shouldn’t have left. This would have never happened if I didn’t leave the couch. Just like it wouldn’t have happened if I listened to Sasha. Maybe. I don’t know.
Fuck!
I covered my mouth with one hand in case I puked.
Movement across the street brought my pacing to an abrupt halt. It was Ilya, playing Frogger through rush-hour traffic.
Before he reached my side of the street, Frankie snagged my sleeve and dragged me into the waiting car.
* * *
Ilya arrived backat our building at nearly the exact same time we did. Hopping out of a taxi at the far end of the street, he sprinted down the sidewalk and slid to a halt right next to Frankie. He fell into step beside her at a casual pace, despite the fact his cheeks were flushed and he was breathing hard.
“Have fun shopping?” he asked, smirking at the bag.
She made a disgusted noise and shouldered past him to get through the door first. “Fucking stalker.”
