Chapter 1. Whips, Chains, and Handcuffs... Oh My!
The metal cuffs, despite the pink fur lining, dug into Kat's wrists slightly, her hands pinned between her back and the wall. She closed her eyes tightly as she tried to focus on the sensation between her legs. A sandy blonde head bobbed slowly, his tongue flicking rapidly over her clit. She flexed her hips with a moan, the heels of her feet digging into his back.
Knowing exactly what she needed, the man slipped a finger inside her as he buried his face further into her. With a loud cry she came, his tongue and fingers slowing as she came down from her release. Once she sighed he stood, his erection straining against his pants. Kat couldn't help but smile.
Without words, he produced a condom from his pocket before sliding his pants down to his ankles and fitting himself with it. Glancing up at her with a smirk he pushed in slowly, easing himself in and out as her previous release coated the condom between them. Her cheeks flushed with arousal as the friction between them built.
She gasped gently as he shifted, lifting her legs and hips up so he could push in deeper. She threw her head back against the wall, biting her lip to keep from crying out. Wet sounds and small grunts filled the tiny space as his pace grew faster, more erratic. Suddenly his finger was pushing on her still sensitive bundle of nerves and her mouth was open on a silent scream as she came around him. He jerked and groaned, head falling to her shoulder as he found release.
They were breathing heavy, air around them still and smelling like sex. Kat smiled as she nudged the man with her knee. "Another round Ken?"
The man, Ken, chuckled slightly as he withdrew from her. He rolled the condom off and dropped it in the trashcan before pulling his pants back up. He dropped a quick kiss on her lips before stepping back and pulling keys out of his pocket. "Can I get a two for one special?"
Kat batted her eyelashes as she set her legs on the ground, sliding off the countertop she'd been resting on. "You know I like you Ken but we both know you can afford full price."
Ken laughed as he turned her around and unlocked her handcuffs, rubbing her wrists for a few moments before she stepped away. "A man's gotta try."
In the distance they both heard a bell. Kat pulled her skirt on quickly, slipping her feet into her sky high stilettos, before opening the closet door and heading out of the stock room. "Welcome to The Honey Jar, can I help you find anything?"
Two girls, eyes wide, shook their heads at her before disappearing into the toy section. Kat could hear the faint strains of their conversation before one gasped loudly. Shaking her head, she took up her position behind the counter, plopping down on her stool. The girls couldn't be older than 20. She pulled out a piece of gum, popping it in her mouth as she pulled out her cell phone. A text from Paris.
Paris: Kaaaaaaat!!!! I know you're at work but I need to talk!
She had 4 missed calls from her as well. Kat ran a hand through her disheveled hair. Shit, she thought, he's broken up with her. Before she could respond Ken appeared at the counter, sliding a wad of cash along the glass. "Same time next week?" Kat nodded with a smile as she took the money and stuffed it in her bag. Ken gave her a bright smile, sandy hair flopping over his green eyes. "You ever gonna let me take you out?"
She just smiled, "You and I both know the answer to that Ken. See you next week."
Ken winked before strolling out the door. Kat shook her head as she focused back on her phone.
Me: Sorry P, I’ll be by after closing with a pint of Rocky Road.
Paris: You’re the best!
Kat couldn't help but sigh. Her best friend was a hopeless romantic and was constantly getting her heart broken. At the ripe old age of 25 she'd had no fewer than 20 breakups worthy of a Breakup Night.
A throat cleared and Kat looked up, dropping her phone into her pocket. One of the girls slid a box across the counter. Her lip was trapped between her teeth, her cheeks bright red, hair hanging in her eyes. Her friend was hiding behind her.
"Will this be it?" Kat asked with a smile.
The girl nodded and Kat grabbed the box, a double ended dildo looked up at her. Kat nodded gently as she rung it up. "This is our newest brand, I've heard great things about it." If possible the girl’s face grew redder. Kat slid the box in the bag, tucking the receipt on top before sliding it across the counter. The girl snatched it quickly before they both practically ran for the door. "Enjoy!" she yelled after them as she tried not to laugh.
She shook her head with a smile. She'd never understand why some people were so prudish about sex. It was natural, it felt good, and hey, practically everyone did it! She stood and made her way out into the shop, going back to hanging the new lingerie she'd been working on before Ken showed up. It was only a few minutes later when the bell rang again. She looked up to see Paul, tall and broad, in the doorway. A quick glance at the clock revealed it was 4pm. She loved Tuesdays, they always flew by.
With a smile she tugged her shirt down and pulled her skirt up, before walking slowly toward the door to the stockroom. "Well if it isn't my favorite client," she said brightly.
Paul was already smiling by the time he got to her. "What do you think kitty? Think we can get 7 today?"
Kat looked up at the ceiling, chewing on the tip of her fingernail as if thinking hard. "If anyone can do it Paul, it's you."
He smiled brightly before grabbing her around the neck and pulling her in for a rough kiss. Already he was hard against her, his cock pushing into her soft belly. He pulled away gently, her lip between his teeth. "Let's go break a record."
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"And then he said I have unrealistic expectations! Like what does that even mean?!" Paris shoved a piece of chocolate in her mouth, chewing roughly.
Kat rolled her eyes at her best friend. "Paris, expecting a man to hire a horse drawn carriage to take you to a picnic in the park for your 2 month anniversary is excessive, even for you."
Paris scowled, "You say excessive, I say romantic. Never settle for anyone who's willing to give you less than the best. Or less than you deserve!"
Kat grabbed a twizzler, chewing on the ends with a smile. "I think you need to look up the definition of unrealistic expectations."
"Remind me why we're friends?"
Without words, Kat grabbed the pint of ice cream she had plopped on the coffee table just a few minutes ago. She slid a spoon to Paris. It was the same after every breakup. Kat would show up with ice cream and Paris would already be knee deep in chocolate. She'd listen to her bestie cry about the latest guy before settling in for whatever new romcom they could find on Netflix, which Kat wasn't entirely sure was healthy given Paris' romantic imagination.
"Besides, George didn't deserve you."
"Gregory!"
"Same difference."
At that Paris couldn't help but laugh. She took a big scoop of ice cream and shoved the whole thing in her mouth. Once she swallowed she said, "I just can't help but think something is wrong with me." She looked down at her lap, lip quivering.
Kat knew where this was headed. With a sigh she slid closer to her best friend, pulling her into an awkward side hug. "Nothing's wrong with you. When it's the right one, you'll know."
The two women sat in silence for a moment until Paris rested her head on Kat's shoulder. "So will you, you know."
And there is was. The other break up tradition. Getting over her own tragic love life always involved bringing up Kat's lack of a life partner. "I don't need romance, P."
Paris looked at Kat, her eyes wide. "Everyone needs love Kat! Now, as a 25 year old woman your biological clock is ticking..."
Before she could continue Kat burst into laughter. "I'm not worried about my clock, P. We are young, this is the time to have fun, explore, enjoy!"
Paris pursed her lips. "Sometimes I think you enjoy too much."
"I enjoy enough for the both of us," with a shrug Kat took another bite of twizzler, "one of us has to. Now, what movie are we watching?"
For once though, Paris wasn't distracted. "I know it was hard for you when your parent's passed."
"Don't P."
"But you can't let what happened stop you from finding love. It's real!"
"This isn't a fairytale Paris."
"Oh come on Kat, you don't even go on dates."
"I have dates. Sundays, Tuesdays, and Thursdays,"Kat smiled smugly.
Paris deadpanned, "Having sex for money is not a date Kat."
Kat ran a hand through her hair as she finished her twizzler. Paris was in rare form tonight. "Love isn't real P. It's a quick, fleeting emotion. Once the novelty wears off then it's just mediocre sex and compromise."
Paris sighed as if that was the most romantic thing she'd ever heard. "You wouldn't say that if you found the right one."
Kat shook her head, "There is no "Mr. Right". Especially not for me. But we can keep looking for you! We just need to adjust your qualifications.”
Paris shook her head, "I bet we could find you a great boyfriend. In a city this big, there's got to be someone!"
This conversation felt never ending. "Ok, ok. You’ve been begging me to try dating for a while now. How about I'll let you set me up on 3 dates..."
Paris’s eyes lit up, "5!"
"3! And I'll give each a real chance. If I don't like any of them then you drop this whole romance for me thing for 3 years."
"1!"
"Fine," Kat smiled smugly.
Paris looked shocked, then like she was going to argue, before finally smiling evilly. “You have to take each one seriously. I also get to pick your outfits.” Now Kat couldn’t help but groan. She loved Paris but their fashion tastes were vastly different.
“I’m so going to regret giving you this power over me, aren’t I?”
Paris smiled before grabbing the TV remote and turning on Netflix. “I’m so going to find you love!”
The girls curled up on the couch, a cheesy romcom playing. Kat wasn’t really paying attention, her mind was already wondering what kind of men Paris was going to choose for her. The whole thing just seemed like a waste of time. She had her regular customers, routine orgasms, and great friends. There was really nothing a boyfriend or romance could add to her life. Besides, romance wasn’t all it was cracked up to be. Her mom had learned that the hard way. Before her brain could go down that dangerous path she dipped her spoon into the rapidly melting ice cream. It was only 3 dates. And none of them were going to work out anyway. She would humor Paris and then have a whole year where she didn’t get lectured about her lack of a love life. This would all be over before she knew it.
