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“Our parents hate what they don’t understand,” I said, kissing her head. “Most are too stubborn to put in the work, and they think they are the injured party here.”

“They are so selfish,” she said, pulling away.

“Should we go check on them?” Camila asked. “We can take food or maybe even have it delivered?

“He said they were fine, but I am going to send food,” Genevieve said getting on her phone. “Once I’m done with this, can we still go out?”

“Of course,” I said as Camila said, “Absolutely.”

“Good, I need to be distracted before I contemplate selling all my assets to buy a drug company,” she growled.

Camila and I looked at each other and I knew she was wondering the same thing as me. How much was Genevieve worth and what else did we not know about her.

After breakfastwe picked up fabric from a story for Camila and the girls looked at fabric for dresses and other things for god knows what else. We grabbed a coffee and a snack as we were heading to the sex store/tailor. It was called Poke Me.

Camila and I chuckled as we headed into the store. This wasn’t the first time we had been in a sex store, but we had never seen a store like this. It looked like we had stepped into a posh New York boutique.

“Madame!”

A tall man walked through a door that had crystals hanging.

“Lou!” She walked up to him, and they gave each other a big hug that felt like it went on too long.

Camila huffed before I pulled her towards me as I hugged her. “Down, killer,” I whispered.

She glared at me. “I’m fine.”

“Uh huh, sure,” I said, kissing her head.

“And who do we have here?” The over hugger asked. “New Subs?”

“This is Camila and Luke.” She introduced us as we all shook hands.

I was slightly disappointed she didn’t say we were more, but what were we? Did we have to be anything? Were we ready to announce a third in our relationship? Did Camila want that?”

“Camila here is a designer and you should see her work, Lou,” Genevieve said as Camila turned pink. “Lou is a tailor but he makes most of my outfits and all of my tailoring if I buy elsewhere.”

“That's amazing,” Camila said, looking sheepish.

“Oh, don’t be stingy, show me darling,” he said looking excited. “Anyone thirsty? I can pop open a bottle of champagne.”

“Oh yes!” Genevieve grabbed Camila’s hand. “We are going to peruse the store.”

“Please do! I got some new spreader bars and a few new vibrators!” he shouted walking away from us.

“Come on, let's check out the spreader bar,” Genevieve said, pulling Camila who then pulled me.

I had no idea what the hell was a spreader bar, but for some reason it sounded like fun. Genevieve showed it to us and explained what it was used for, so I grabbed it immediately.

“I love that you are willing to try anything,” she said, standing on her tippy toes so I could kiss her.

“Come on, we need a harness for you and maybe a new vibrator,” Genevieve said, winking at Camila, who chuckled.

We spent the next twenty minutes comparing dildos and harnesses when Lou found us. He grabbed the items from myhand giving us all a glass. We clinked our glasses together, I’m not usually a fan of Champagne but this was good.

Lou showed us the rest of his new items and a set of rhinestone nipple clamps caught my eyes. There was a red and a pink set. Lou caught my eye and put them aside. I hated to admit it, but I was starting to like Lou. We ended up on the clothing side and I was ready to buy every piece of clothing that the girls wanted. I was half hard as we looked and they put items on their bodies.

Camila and Lou talked about different textures and fabrics as Genevieve tried on a latex outfit. I sat in the corner of the room nursing a glass of champagne that had somehow ended up in my hand. Lou was a smart man, getting you drunk before you had to pay.

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