And just like that, he’s left me hanging. Again.
Jackass. He did it on purpose, I see that now. He wanted to get me worked up, throw off my game.
I’m about to give him a piece of my mind when he catches me by the waist.
“I’m going to spin you,” he warns me.
He twirls me around three times. When he releases me, I sway against him, nearly losing my balance. I’m still recovering from his little trick, and my legs tremble as I push myself upright again.
“I swear, if you’ve pointed me in the wrong direction, I’m going to kill you,” I say. My heart is beating erratically in my chest. If he intended to leave me shaky and disoriented, well, he’s definitely accomplished that goal.
“You’re going the right way,” he assures me, pressing one of the paper cocks into my hand. The adhesive backing sticks to my skin.
I take a deep breath, trying to gain control over my body again. Curse him for doing this to me. But there’s no point in stalling.s much as I hate to admit itHere goes nothing.
I reach out blindly and take a tentative step forward. Then another. The wall comes up before I’m expecting it, but I manage to stick my piece to the poster without issue.
I pull off the blindfold to inspect the damage. Not bad—my penis is only a few inches away from the blank crotch on the poster.
I spin and grin at Calder. “Top that.”
It’s my turn to blindfold him. He makes it difficult, reaching around and touching me while I try to tie the knot. I think of returning the trick he played on me before my turn, but his willpower far outreaches my own. I’m not sure I could trust myself to stop.
When the shirt is finally secure around his eyes, I push his hands away and spin him once, twice, three times. I’m slightly tempted to leave him pointed in the wrong direction, but I fear whatever punishment he’ll demand if he catches me cheating.
Calder shuffles slowly forward, his paper cock held out in front of him. His hand starts out a little too high, but as he nears the wall his arm drops slightly. His body blocks my view of the poster while he places his piece, but I get a sinking feeling in my stomach even before he steps away from the wall.
His paper cock is basically on top of mine—but about an inch closer to the target.
Dammit.
I swear that he knows he’s won even before he pulls off the blindfold. When he turns toward me, he looks so smug that it’s all I can do not to punch him.
“Well,” he says, reaching down and grabbing the lingerie monstrosity from the bag, “it looks like you have some changing to do.”
* * *
There’s nothing quite as uncomfortable as a piece of lingerie that’s basically a dozen elastic straps criss-crossing your body. No matter how I stand, something is wedging somewhere, and the patches over my nipples and crotch are insanely itchy.
The worst part is that this was supposed to be Calder’s dare. How was I the one to end up like this?
He had to help s much as I hate to admit it’s grinning like an idiot as he stares at me.
I cross my arms. “This is seriously getting you off? I look like I was attacked by some sort of crazy Valentine’s Day spider. In Vegas.”
“It’s a good look for you.”
I imagine that I’m about the same shade as the sequins right now. I feel absolutely ridiculous.
“Turn around,” he says.
I roll my eyes. “Want me to dance for you, too?”
“If you’re offering.”
I stick out my tongue at him, but I oblige and turn around. I’ve owned my share of sexy underwear before, but nothing like this. Nothing that requires… modeling. It’s more fun than I want to admit.
I wiggle my ass for Calder, and he makes an appreciative sound in his throat.
“I dare you to wear that for the rest of the day,” he says.
I glance at him over my shoulder. “I never said I wanted a dare.”
“Come on,” he says, stepping forward and wrapping his arms around me. He tugs at one of the straps stretching across my stomach. “Do it for me.” He tilts his head and slides his tongue along the skin just below my ear. How can I resist that?
“Fine,” I say, “but then it’s your turn again.” I feel like I’ve had about three turns in a row.
“Agreed.”
I reach down and grab my shirt. I’m about to pull it over my head when Calder asks, “What are you doing?”
“Getting dressed.”
“I’m afraid you’ve misunderstood me.” an amazing time tonight somethingpa
I turn and look up at him. I don’t like where this is going.
Calder hooks his thumbs through the straps across my hips. “You are to wear this, and only this.”
“How do you expect me to get back to the car?”
“On two legs, as you usually would.”
Oh, no. No no no no no. “There’s a man out there, unless you’ve forgotten.”
Calder’s eyes gleam devilishly. “Don’t worry. I’m sure he’s seen far stranger things in this place.”
I should argue, but I don’t. Maybe it’s because I want to maintain this illusion of carefree pleasure we’ve built around ourselves.
Maybe it’s because I’m enjoying this more than I want to admit to myself.
“Okay,” I tell him. “But let’s go now before I lose my nerve.”
“You? Lose your nerve? Never.” But he helps me gather the rest of my clothes.
“Want to take the game?” I ask, indicating the poster on the wall.
Calder shakes his head. “Let’s leave it for the next lucky fellow who wanders in here.”
And with that, he throws open the door to the shop.
Thankfully, the place is still empty of other customers. But that doesn’t keep my cheeks from burning as we make our way back to the door. The bored cashier, thank God, seems to be distracted by some reading material.
Please don’t look up. Please don’t look up…
We’re almost to the door. Just a few more steps and we’re free., whether he wants to admit it or not.it10
“Have a good day,” Calder says cheerfully to the clerk.
The man nods, glancing up—and then his eyes nearly bug out of his head.
I’m going to kill Calder.
But I tilt my chin and straighten my back, forcing myself to meet the cashier’s gaze. I might as well commit to this. I refuse to act ashamed.
And dammit, I might look ridiculous, but I’d like to believe I still look good.