Page 1 of Clear Your Mind

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KRYSTAL

I’m vibrating with excitement as I navigate through the airport passenger pickup. It’s going to be an epic weekend, and not just because of the MMM event we’re both signing at on Saturday. Nope, even better. I have a surprise, aJaws of Deathsize surprise, that I’m dying to tell Faith. But I don’t simply want to blurt it out. Hell no. This type of thing needs a little finesse. I want her to be as stoked as I am.

Seeing a familiar blond-haired lady up ahead, I squeal. Throwing my truck in park, I jump out before some overworked and underpaid airport employee can yell at me to “get moving, no stopping.”

My arms fly wide open before I skid to a stop. Cocking my hip, I drop my hand on it, in my bestoh no you didn’tstance. Faith bursts out laughing. I take in her Nebraska tee shirt with amusement.

I wave my black-tipped nails in her general direction. “Ugh, Faith, we’ve talked about this. Have some dignity.” I speak in jest, but there’s a little of my father’s die-hard “Longhorns football for life” training in there, too.

Tossing her bag into the bed of the truck, she rolls her eyes. “Oh my god, whatever. What’s undignified is that thing y’all do with your hands.” She does the rock-and-roll devil horns instead, so I ain’t even mad about it. “Get in, bitch, and Miss Daisy my ass to the meet and greet. I’m in dire need of a shot…or five.”

Pulling away from the airport, the traffic thins the closer we get to the hotel. I can finally breathe a bit. You’d think living here, I’d be used to the traffic, but that’s a big fat nope. I touch the crystal on my dash, needing the contact for calm.

“Are my books in the back?” Faith throws her thumb over her shoulder toward the bed.

“Nope. They’re already displayed in all their smutty glory on your table, along with a very naughty vegetable.” I giggle.

Wait until she sees what it’s wearing. On our next trip, she may or may not put a vibrator in my carry-on in retaliation. “There was a two-hour window earlier where they opened the room for us. I closed the shop early, checked us in, and set up our tables so we’re ready for tomorrow. That means we have all night to get into trouble since we can sleep in a bit.”

The look on her face is comical. “Shut the front door, seriously?”

“Yep, and you’re welcome. I take payment in the form of alcohol and orgasms, and since the latter has never been a thing between us, I mean, I love you, lady, but not like that. I’ll take shots…lots of them, and your eternal gratitude.”

“Whatevs.” She rolls her eyes at me, and we both burst out laughing.

To my surprise, we made it to the hotel in record time, despite the traffic. I shift the truck into park and hop out. Faith joins me. We head to our room, well, her room but my changing room, and I decide now’s as good a time as any.

“Let’s get upstairs and get changed. I’ve scheduled our ride for twenty minutes, so chop-chop.”

Faith turns her questioning gaze on me as the door gives a soft beep and a green light. “Ride? I thought the meet and greet was here somewhere.”

“We’re skipping the meet and greet. But I promise it will be well worth it. Now off you go.” I shoo her toward the bathroom. “Wear something slutty, but also something you don’t care overly much about. Light colors preferred.”

Faith grabs her bag to do as I bid but is still quizzing me through the door. “That’s a strange combination, care to clue me in, skankasaurus rex?”

As I change, I quip back. “First off, bite me. Second, I can promise it won’t be the first…or last time your clothes will be covered in blood and jizz.”

It’s not really supposed to be jizz, I don’t think, but I like saying it.

I decide on white jeans and a white tank that says GWAR IS LAUGHING AT YOU, NOT WITH YOU. By the end of the night, I want to see the different colors of the fluids. I’m sitting on the bed, bent over, pulling on over-the-knee black flat boots that have already been in a pit plenty of times when she emerges from the bathroom. I spare her a glance but don’t straighten. Faith looks perfectly slutty and gorgeous. Not like she was traveling all day at all. I love-hate her a little for it.

“Usually, it’s bloodorjizz, for your information. I either fight or fuck, not really into doing both at the same time.” She’s teasing and I have a feeling she still hasn’t figured it out. I rise to my full height, which isn’t much, but no way am I standing in heels all night.

“Well, tonight it will be both and a little otherworldly piss.”

She pulls a face. “Hard pass, sister. That may be your thi…” Her words trail off as she reads my tank.

When her eyes go wide, I finally get to see the face I was hoping she’d make when she realizes where we’re heading.

“GET OUT!” she says as she shoves my shoulders. My arms windmill a little and she catches me in a jumping embrace. “Oh my god, Krystal, are we going to see GWAR?” Her voice is more high-pitched than I’d ever heard it before.

“Not if you don’t release me,” I say into her tits where she smashed me. My phone dings, indicating our ride is approaching. “We have to get downstairs if you want to get there in time to get a good spot.”

“Fuck yeah.” Faith beams as we head downstairs.

Sliding into the back of a Toyota driven by an old man named Oscar, Faith finally stops trying to high-five everyone and everything we pass, naming a member of GWAR–past and present–as she does so.

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