Spread Your Legs
No amount of naps washed away my humiliation from appearing at Jason’s window. I knew I should let it go but the memory haunted me. I spent hours resting for the big performance and still wanted nothing more than to curl into a ball. I swore off Tequila and hid my shame in an over sized hoodie. The walk to Pink Cherry in more scandalous attire always elicited stares.
The front desk was empty when I entered the vanilla scented building. Kitty was hard at work directing the movement of the shelves so the floor could be open for the big night. My gaze wandered to the back door where I knew Jason was working on new toys and then focused on the dressing room. My unruly hair needed direction and I couldn’t spare anytime from applying the stage makeup Sarah gave me.
But still I wondered what new toy to expect next.
My curiosity never faltered as I primped, curled, and shimmied my way to the look of an ideal Cherry. I sat down in my chair and stared at my face; All the makeup reminded me of my senior Prom. My phone vibrated on top of the vanity and the screen lit up with the word unknown.
I answered before he changed his mind or gave up, “Hello?”
“Hey, honey.” His voice tugged at my heart.
“Did you get my message?”
“About your brother and Tracy?” I could hear the sound of little feet running around him, “I got it.”
I remembered the day they sent me a picture of the positive pregnancy test, “Good, I thought you should know.”
He cleared his throat, “I’m a little low on money this month,”
Of course, “I don’t have any right now.”
“What do you mean?” Suddenly, he was invested in the conversation. Forget the fact that his son was having a baby.
“I lost my job,” I said, “but I got another one and the paycheck is going to be really small.”
“I’m really in a pinch here, pumpkin,” I recognized the familiar tone of desperation too well. “Megan needs money for the book fair and the electricity is going to be shut off really soon.” His voice dropped when saying the last part, probably so he wouldn’t worry his new wife.
I thought about Megan and her lack of say in any of this, “I’ll see if I can get an extension on a bill.” Or work overtime.
“Thank you, cupcake. I have to take Megan to ballet class now but I’ll call you later?”
“Yeah,” As if he would call anytime in the next month other than for the money, “Tell Megan I said hi.” The phone clicked and I was alone in the dressing room; staring at my face until my eyes blurred my features together.
The door opening snapped me out of my trance, “Sorry to interrupt,” Jason walked into the room and glanced around for anymore Cherries. “I didn’t expect anyone to be here so early.”
I put down the eyeliner in my hand, “Just getting ready for rehearsal.”
He nodded, “Someone complained about the shower. No water pressure.”
More like no water. “Yeah, it makes getting ready difficult.”
“I’m sure it does,” Jason held a tool bag in his hands and walked towards the back of the room.
“All finished?” I asked as Jason came back into view with a wrench in his hand.
“Shouldn’t be a problem anymore.”
“I had no idea you were a plumber and a toy maker,”
He shook his head and grinned, “What can I say, I’m a man of many talents.”
“I can’t say the same.”
“No hobbies?” He asked.
“Does sleeping count?”
He raised his eyebrows, “Depends on what you mean by sleep.”
“Just sleep,” I said, “but nice try.”
The corners of his mouth twitched, “Do you have time to look at something?”
“Depends on what I’d be looking at,” Hours before showtime and I was fiddling with the straps to my lingerie and whistling show tunes.
“I need a second opinion on something I’ve been working on,” He strolled to the door, “Come to the workshop if you get too bored.”
I clicked my tongue and looked around the room. I wondered if turning on music would make the silence less deafening. I texted Jade and asked when she’d get here to work on the alterations for the show. After a few minutes with no response, I decided to bite the bullet.
I grabbed a robe and walked passed Kitty who was decorating the floor. Her pink hair stuck up in all directions. When I made it to the back I questioned my decision to enter. I rationalized that I was only giving my opinion. It couldn’t hurt.
The door slammed shut behind me and I became aware of how secluded Jason’s work room was. I started to explore the cluttered tables with sober eyes. Rows of shelves filled the majority of the space and captured my attention.
The shelves were full of unused nuts and bolts with finished prototypes resting on the metal surface. I picked up a translucent dildo sitting on the top shelf; I flicked on the switch and the dildo turned a shade of blue. A lightsaber dick.
“It’s a temperature dildo,” Jason said
I recoiled and the dildo slipped out of my hands, “A what?”
He picked up the toy and played with the switches, it turned red. “You can adjust the temperature.” He held the toy towards me and I let my fingers slide against the warm surface.
“How does it do that?”
Jason put the dildo away, “Six months of designing and it still runs out of battery to fast.”
I decided not to ask for the technicalities.
“Who would use that?”
Jason shrugged, “Build the toys and they will come.” He winked at me and then put the dildo back on a shelf.
I felt a smile tugging on my lips, “So why have you invited me here?”
“Follow me,” He said before turning and weaving through the shelves of toys. “The night you broke in I was working on this.” A small gadget laid in his palm.
“I’m pretty sure that bullet vibrators have already been invented.”
“Not one like this.”
How incredibly arrogant of him; of course he thought he single-handedly fashioned the newest version of intense pleasure. The images of the Cherries on the Arabian Scream flashed through my head.
“What makes this one so special?” I poked at the small-sized vibrator in his hand.
“It’s completely silent,” He pressed a button at the tip and placed the metal cylinder on my skin. The vibrations were strong and I felt curiosity welling inside of me. I couldn’t hear the buzzing coming out of the toy.
Jason saw the awe plastered on my face unbeknownst to me and pressed the button again. The vibrations increased; the room stayed quiet.
“I know.” He said before I could form a coherent thought.
“Is that all you wanted to show me?”
“Actually, no,” He put the toy away and pulled down another dildo for my inspection. This one was covered in ribbed silicone and had an oddly tempting shape to it; the idea of having my own play time once I got home was enough to cause heat between my legs.
Jason pushed a button at the base and the dick came to life. The tip trusted up and down; each thrust curved up slightly for G-spot stimulation.
I swallowed back my excitement, “I’ve seen a million of those.”
I could tell he was getting frustrated with my unimpressed act. “Do all your toys automatically switch between different settings?”
My eyebrows raised in shocked before I could stop them and he took it as an invitation to continue, “These buttons are programmed with different stimulation patterns.” When I didn’t respond with stars in my eyes he switched the toy off and handed it to me.
“What am I supposed to do with this?”
“Play with it.” He said without missing a beat.
I stared down at the toy and felt my panties getting soaked at the idea. “I don’t want to.”
Jason laughed, “Well, if you ever want to then you know where it is.”
He seemed to understand my hesitation, “I should go.” I forced the words out of my mouth before I could agree to do anything stupid.
I started to walk away but Jason caught my attention, “How would you like to make a little extra money?”
I hesitated, “By doing what?”
“Testing the toys before I put it them on the market.”
I bit the inside of my cheek, “How much?”
“We can work out the details over coffee,” The unwavering expression on his face made it obvious that he was serious. “Or we can work something out now and you can start today.”
The bills sitting on my nightstand swayed my decision making process, “I want fifteen dollars an hour.”
“How about twenty per toy?”
“Fine,” I uncrossed my arms, “What’s first?”
“Follow me,” He led me to a hallway and said, “Ladies first.”
I stepped into the dark hall and waited for him to join me before I went any further. He opened the door to a room and flipped a switch. The lights flickered on and suddenly I could see dozens of drawers pushed up against the walls and a single bed in the center of the small room.
I approached the bed and ran my hand across the silky sheets; my eyes were immediately drawn to the restraints on the top and bottom corners. My better judgement told me to turn on my heel and never look back.
Jason stood beside me and asked if I was ready and before I could stop myself the words were tumbling out of my mouth.
“You can put your robe over there,” Jason motioned to the coat hanger.
“You don’t masturbate clothed, do you?” I opened my mouth but no response would come out. As much as I wanted to cling to any square inch of fabric I had, I knew Jade would kill me if I got my lingerie wet so soon. Jason avoided looking at me while I undressed and I started to wonder how the temptation wasn’t eating him alive. Was this a typical Friday for him?
“When you’re done you can get on the table with your legs spread and your arms above your head.”
Jason finally turned and paused before shaking his head. I followed his instructions and slid onto the silk sheets. I made a mental note to get some for my own bed.
“Are the restraints okay?” He asked as I shifted into a comfortable and exposed position.
I bit my lip and avoided eye contact, “Sure,”
His fingers danced across my skin. He lifted my hands and feet into the restraints and secured them. Shivers ran down my spine when he pushed my legs open further. I prayed he wouldn’t notice how wet I was.
He chuckled, “I’m glad I have that effect on you.” If it wasn’t for his handy restraints I would have crawled under a rock for all eternity.
“Whatever,” I snapped, “Let’s just get this over with.”
Jason sighed and positioned the toy. I heard him strapping it to another device to keep it in place.
“How does this work exactly?”
I groaned and shut my eyes before the toy turned on. A smirk grew across his face as I bit my lip to hold back a moan. The thrusting and vibrations intensified without a push of a button.
Jason watched me squirm on the bed and grinned.
“Okay,” I gasped as the thrusting went deeper and pressed against my g-spot “You’ve made your point it works great now get me off.” I wasn’t in the business of letting strange men watch me cum, yet.
“In what way?” Jason teased
“You know what I mean,” I gasped as the vibrations traveled up my spine.
“I’ll pay you extra if you text it for longer than two minutes,”
“Is that a bribe?”
“It’s an offer,”
“Fine, but no more than ten minutes,”
“Good,” Jason turned to walk out the door, “I’ll go get us that coffee.”
“What?” I fought back another moan as his brown eyes wandered over my helpless body.
“Enjoy the orgasms, Tara.”
The first wave of pleasure crashed over me as the door shut behind him. I cursed his name when the toy brought me to the edge of another climax in minutes.