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“I can’t make myself smaller, you know,” I tell her.
“I know that.” She pouts. “You’re the second man I’ve ever had sex with. It might be me, too. My pussy—”
“Your pussy is tight as fuck and mine. I’ll be gentler because I don’t want to break you. I’ve only just found you.” I’m already being gentle with her. She’s my delicate little doe, and I want to protect her. My family gets my protection. That’s standard practice. Ivy’s wired herself into that program. I can’t fathom having her hurt.
I don’t want to hurt her when she’s willing to give me all her tears.
“We can try the anal. It’ll definitely hurt, but I trust you. We should go with the flow, right?” she asks, gazing at me. I stare at the road. Hard, horny, and on the way to Crack & Nut, I want somebody to pinch me because I think I’m losing it.
How the hell did I end up here?
“If you’re too tired, we could go home. I don’t mind,” Ivy says.
I let out a low chuckle.
* * *
Crack& Nut is a peculiar place that I’ve never stepped in.
It’s less neon than the Hole Stores of Katantia. For an exclusively anal sex club that you must pay an inflated amount of money to enter, it takes itself too seriously.
The employees at the reception are dressed like secretaries with pencil skirts and suits. They document our names, our kinks.When’s the last time you were tested?Once again, I’m a national hero, and I could get in for free, but I still pay the fee for Ivy and me.
I feel like I’m about to do a job interview, and I’m underdressed with a paper bag of candy in my hands.
Ivy and I agreed to explore the public spaces. We didn’t book a private room.
We take a seat by the bar at the entrance, and we’re served cocktails. I don’t touch it, but Ivy sips on her drink right away. She’s nervous, and she’s hugging my hoodie too tightly.
“We can still leave,” I tell her.
“No, I want to do it.” By it, she means the anal cleansing procedure that’s included in tonight’s experience at Crack & Nut. I’m going to wait at the bar full of horny fucks while mygirlfriendgets a special ass massage. That just sounds wrong. “I’m new. That’s all.”
“You never had anal before, little doe?” She shakes her head, taking another sip of her drink.
“I never wanted to,” she admits. “Katantia brings out the strangest desires.”
“Indeed.”
I kiss the top of her head before she’s taken away by one of the secretary-like employees. My little doe asks questions in her professional voice, craving to know each detail of the strange procedure. I watch as they walk away, my eyes fixating on Ivy. She looks good in my clothes, even better when she’s naked.
“Fancy seeing you here.”
After one last glance at Ivy, I turn to face the man that addressed me. He fits into the setting with his polished suit and leather shoes. My shoes are leather, too. We’re just different beasts.
The ashy hair on his head reveals that this man is as old as me, even older perhaps. There’s no ring on his finger, and his watch is European. His accent is a faded Queen’s English as if he’s been around too manyYankees.
He sounds an awful lot like my Ivy.
“And you are?” I ask.
“Hugh Abbott. I believe you’ve done your research on me,” he says, taking the seat that was occupied by Ivy not so long ago. I research a lot of people. Unfortunately, I remember every single face.
“Welcome to Katantia.” I don’t really feel the words that leave my mouth, but we’re in public. I can’t give my loyal fans a reason to distrust their national hero. “What brings you to our shores? Is California not sunny enough for you anymore?”
“California’s nice. The pussy there isn’t. You know what I mean, I’m sure,” Hugh says. He doesn’t want to be my friend, and I never would entertain the idea anyway. We stare at each other, stretching my patience.
“I don’t,” I state. “Why are you here?”
