Page 91 of Mayhem
“I’ll be back,” he responded, removing the condom and tossing it into the trash before grabbing the sweatpants he’d had on when they started.
Cruz discarded his condom before taking the bottle from her. He left the bed, picked her up, and carried her to the bathroom across the hall. Unlike Paetyn’s playroom, which was on the side of the house with only a half bath, so one needed to be added to his room, there was a full one on the side where his playroom resided. He sat her on the sink as he started to fill the tub.
“Are you mad at me?”
He stepped between her legs. “Mad? No. Disappointed that you thought you couldn’t tell us that you were overwhelmed, that you thought we’d want to put our needs before your wellbeing? Yes.” Cruz kissed her. “But you won’t do it again.” It wasn’t a question, and they both knew it. “So, we’re good.”
Cruz added some essential oils to the bath and placed Erin in it before kissing her forehead. He exited the bathroom, stopping in his playroom to grab and pull on his sweatpants. He went to the kitchen, where he knew Paetyn was making Erin food, and washed his hands before pulling fruit from the refrigerator. Hewould make her a fruit bowl to go with whatever Paetyn was cooking.
After her bath, they’d get her to eat before delving into aftercare, and tomorrow morning, if she still wanted to continue, they would move to Paetyn’s room.
24
Erin leaned back in her chair and exhaled. That last interview had been something else. She knew from their resume that they’d just gotten certified, and she wasn’t against hiring a new artist and giving them a chance to expand their skills, but they hadn’t even bothered to keep a profile or take any pictures of the work they’d done while getting their certifications, and they’d been unable to answer basic questions she’d asked them. It made her want to look into the program to see if they were really teaching and the person she interviewed hadn’t paid attention or if they just wanted money from students and were passing them.
Aside from them, she’d interviewed three others. One was fresh out of their program, but they had kept a portfolio of their work and had been able to answer her questions. A second artist had three years of experience under their belt and would come with regulars. They wanted to get away from their current environment because it was toxic. The third was only looking for part-time work, and while that wasn’t a problem with Erin, they only wanted to do one day a week, sometimes two.
Erin had an issue with this. Usually, it meant that the person was splitting their time between different shops, making it hard for them to get and keep regulars since it required the client to keep up with where they were.
She’d had two of them sign consent forms and releases, and true to his word, Cruz had sent his employee to conduct the drug tests. They’d both come back negative for everything. Erinwould have been fine if they’d tested positive for marijuana. She wouldn’t accept any positive on a drug that could become addictive and cause them to attempt to steal from her to feed their habit.
Now, she was waiting for their background checks to be generated. Paetyn had given her the account information she needed to log in. It took a few minutes to run, but she hadn’t expected it to be instantaneous.
When they were finally generated, both were clean. Erin saved them and decided she would call them tomorrow morning. It was four o’clock, and she was going out with Cruz and Paetyn at six. She needed to get home and get ready.
As she was heading to the door, her phone rang. She paused to answer it. “Hello?” There was silence on the other end. “Hello?” she stressed. When she still got nothing, she hung up with a groan. She hadn’t thought it would be as easy as blocking the other number when they could easily make another with the apps, but she’d hoped they’d get bored if this was a prank once blocked and stop.
She pulled the shade on the window, set the alarm, and left the building. She slid into her car and headed to her apartment, going directly to her bedroom and into her bathroom when she stepped inside. They were going to dinner and mini-golfing. Erin hadn’t been mini-golfing in a while, so she was all for it when Cruz suggested it.
After her shower, she dried off, moisturized, and slipped into dark denim high-waist shorts, a purple haltered top, and matchingJordans. She pulled her hair up into a bun. The humidity from the day had curled it up a bit. She kept her makeup light, grabbed her purple and black crossbody from her closet, and moved her essentials to it.
Erin was sitting on her couch half an hour later when there was a knock on her door. She turned off her television, grabbedher purse, and checked the camera on the security console, even though she knew who it was.
She opened the door, and both of her boyfriends stood there. It didn’t matter how many dates they’d been on. They both always came to the door to get her.
“You look beautiful, Maly.” He leaned down and kissed her.
“I have to agree with him, Angel.” He kissed her, too.
“Thank you,” she responded with a smile. “You two look handsome as always.”
Erin set her alarm, and they walked to the parking garage and slid into Paetyn’s car. They drove for over twenty minutes, and she’d expected them to pull up in front of the mini-golfing place since it was still a bit early for them to eat. She had not expected to look through the windshield and find the building in front of them housing the name Vanilla Kink.
She didn’t have to ask them to know it was a sex store. Paetyn had told her when she’d found his playroom that they could buy new toys if she wanted, which Cruz co-signed the afternoon after they’d played in both rooms when she asked them if they only kept bondage toys. They’d told her no but that they always got rid of vibrators and penetrative toys when they split with whatever partner.
When they entered the store, a sales associate greeted them and asked if they needed help. Erin told her they were just looking, returning her smile.
She walked through the store, looking at the different items. There was a wide variety of bondage toys and lingerie, as well as other assortments of toys. Erin spotted one that looked interesting. It was shaped like a C; the box boasted twelve intensity levels and stated it could be app-controlled.
“Do you like that, Maly?”
“It looks like it could be fun.”
Arms wrapped around her waist, and Erin felt lips brush her ear. “The thicker part goes on your clit,” Paetyn whispered in her ear. “The other part goes inside of you, and they both vibrate while one of us slides under it and fucks you.”
Erin licked her lips, a shiver running through her body at his words. Yes, that sounded like fun.
“That isn’t the only thing it can be used for,” Cruz stated. “Do you want it, Maly?”
