Page 4 of Love Bank
I peeked one eye open—for scouting purposes only, I assure you—and saw him still rubbing one out enthusiastically, completely unaware of my presence. Rather than ponder how to exit the room as quietly as I’d come in, instead I wondered what was he thinking about at that moment to cause his tongue to flick out and lick his lower lip? And why was the frenzied stroking motion so fascinating when every other time I’d seen a male engaged in masturbation it had seemed so clinical? I mean, you don’t open a fertility clinic without intimately knowing the ins and outs of the male anatomy, many times more informed than the men themselves.
The irony of my virgin status as a spank bank owner was not lost on me.
And for the first time, I viscerally understood how much I didn’t know about men. Because I’d never, ever, not once in my adult life, been turned on by the presence of a male penis. They spat out dollar signs and that was all I needed to know. At least, until now, when faced with what had to be a legend among penises.
A male moan split the air and my skin rose into goose bumps as if commanded by that low grumble. I needed air to cool my overheated skin, possibly hand sanitizer, and maybe even a brain replacement to rid me of the most delectable sight of my life. The logical part of my brain finally engaged and roared at me to leave immediately. I took my first step back, wobbling on legs that had gone Bambi on me when I needed them the most.
White teeth flashed a split second before they bit a perfect lower lip. My leg paused midair in its retreat, enthralled by the show playing out in front of me. He stiffened, the vein in his neck becoming two corded bands straining beyond what was healthy. The hand lost its rhythm, becoming jerky and unsteady even as hips lifted off the sofa cushions seeking more friction.
The volcano was about to blow and if I didn’t leave right that very minute, I would fall to my knees and let the lava burn me inside out as I swallowed it down having officially tossed all my morals out the window.
I blinked, spun on the ball of my foot, and ran like my life depended on it, which it did, professionally at least. I couldn’t be caught spying on clients as they left sperm deposits. Could you imagine the backlash? I’d be closed the first day social media got wind of my impropriety. Maybe even sued. The town I’d grown up in would label me a disgrace.
My feet didn’t stop until I’d locked myself into my own tiny office down the opposite hallway, ceiling fan on high. My leather chair creaked as I plopped down, a frazzled sweaty mess of hormones.
“Sweet Jesus, get a hold of yourself, Lucille.” I fanned my face with my hand, like that would really do anything to stem the fires of hell burning in my nether regions. The wool skirt, which had seemed like such a good choice this morning, became itchy and unbearable against my skin.
I heard footsteps outside my door, to which I held my breath and stared at the doorknob in horror. Did he see me leave the room? Was he coming to yell at me and shut down my clinic? Who was that stud of a man anyway?
When the footsteps receded, I finally let out the breath of air I’d been holding and slumped back against my seat, a warm deflated balloon of sagging skin and washed-up potential. Not in trouble. My secret was safe with me, forever burned into my brain where I’d think of it often, if only to keep me warm at night in my lonely bed.
As the relief set in, bringing my heart rate down into an acceptable zone, I began to smile, then chuckle out loud before I ramped up to hysterics. My eyes watered and my stomach muscles hurt from laughing so hard.
I, Lucille Eureka, had seen penises before.
I was pretty sure I’d finally seen a Cock.
That sucker needed to be capitalized. Might even need its own zip code.
My life was now divided into two eras: BC and AC. Before Cock and After Cock.
I needed to go visit that magical goat again. He was bringing in some interesting changes in my life, all of which I now wholeheartedly approved of. I mean, I felt like I was jumping off a bridge with a threadbare bungee cord, but the thrill of it all was zinging through my veins, addicting me to the shot of adrenaline.
And like a junkie, I needed more.
More adrenaline.
More Cock.
2
Bain
“Tell them to get it fixed before the ten o’clock bus gets here or I won’t pay them at all.” I slammed the phone down on my desk and stood up to pace my new office.
I’d been handed the ultimate job upgrade, the one I’d been working so diligently for, and I’d be damned if we had issues the first day the prison was receiving inmates. If the locks on the holding rooms weren’t working, we had a big problem on our hands. Unfortunately, as the new warden, any and all problems fell at my feet. Which was fine by me. I had no problem directing people and getting shit done. The more stress, the louder my voice got and the higher people jumped to do what I demanded.
I blew out a heavy breath and sat back down to get started on the emails filling up my inbox with an annoying little ping every goddamn time I turned around. I’d have to ask my secretary to turn that annoying shit off before I ran my fist through the thin monitor. As I pulled at my stiff shirt collar, a waft of that weird smell from the fertility clinic hit my nose and reminded me of my morning’s activities. It was like the clinic was clinging to me, embedded in my clothes and trying to tell my secret.
Jacking off outside of the closed confines of my house wasn’t a normal occurrence for me, but when your brother dares you, you kind of have to do it. Jayden and I had this dare thing running since we were kids. It started off innocent like daring the other to eat that earthworm. Over the years it had escalated to asking a girl out, bungee jumping, and finally, rubbing one out all in the name of science.
All in all, it hadn’t been too bad. I was disappointed in the lack of magazines at that place next door, and the peculiar scent clinging to every surface was a touch strange, but I’d been in and out in a matter of twenty minutes. The deed was done and the piece of paper on my desk verified it. Now I could get busy thinking of an even weirder dare for Jayden.
“Mr. Sutter?” My secretary poked her head in, a frown creasing her forehead. I’d hired the young girl and hoped for the best when only three people showed from the ad I placed in the local paper.
“What is it, Meadow?”
I didn’t want to be mean to her on our first official day working together, but she’d have to grow a backbone right quick or she’d never make it in this environment. I deleted several emails from people I didn’t want to deal with. If it was anything important, they’d email back.
