Page 60 of Nine Inch Nasty
“Yeah, but you haven’t had any yet,” Jackson says as he walks into the kitchen next. “We’re on a mission to not let you get your own coffee. It’s working well so far, I see. Morning, babe.”
Damnit. It’s delicious. I don’t know how I feel about being manhandled, but he put the perfect amount of cream in it. “The dick wanted to see where I worked, though. It told me so.”
“We’re going to be late if we don’t leave in the next five minutes!” Wil calls from the front room. “Breakfast is already packaged and ready for you guys to grab. Come on, we need to go!”
“Delaney is looking for her mascot,” Skylar calls back as he cleans up after himself and puts a lid on my coffee.
“The Nine Inch?” Cory asks as he walks past and slaps my ass. I love them.
“Yes! Where is it? It was so excited to come with me today,” I explain to everyone, because it should be obvious why I’m so distraught right now. I can’t be the only one that bonded with that thing.
“Oh. Yeah, it probably went back to whence it came,” Cory says casually as Skylar nods his head with a smug smile and fist bumps Cory.
“Why do you guys keep saying that? Do you mean to tell me it left me?Me? The best master it’s ever known?!”
“Delaney, it’s a relic of Hell. It’s got shit to do. You completed your task. Come on, we need to go. Did you put on the crotchless panties I laid out for you?”
I take Rush’s offered hand and grab our cute to go breakfasts and let him lead me to the front door, smoothing my skirt as we go. “Of course I did. But…I thought Nasty and I were friends.”
“We’ll buy you a new one. As long as you get in the car and don’t make us late,” Wil says as he stomps into the kitchen to seewhat’s taking so long, clearly irritated with all of us dragging our feet.
“But I likedthatone.” I consider this option and decide I can be amiable. “Fine. But it better be just as pretty.”
“Why are you talking about that thing like it’s sentient?” Adam asks as he opens the car door for me.
“Some girls play with dolls, ours plays with stone dicks. I think they had a tea party last night in the middle of the night. I heard weird things from the breakfast nook when I got up to grab some water.”
“August, that’s just rude. I wouldn’t have a tea party with a fucking stone dildo. We were drinking tequila. I just poured it into teacups because I wanted to be fancy. I was nervous about today, okay?”
We all get buckled in and wait for the last few members of our funny family to leap into the car so we can head out. It’s a short commute to HQ, and I’d feel a lot better with my new comfort object. But apparently that’s not possible.
“So, let’s review the schedule, shall we?” Cory asks as they wait for everyone to stop talking and give them their attention. “Oh, and there’s something in that middle console for you, Delaney.”
I open it to find a long, heavy gift box, and I squeal as I tear the ribbon off. It’s a near exact replica of Nasty, but it has a much different feel to it. I look up to Cory, silently asking for an explanation.
“It unscrews in the middle. I put Skylar’s unicorn stone thing in the middle so it would feel special. Had a feeling you’d want it. Okay. So we’ve got a group orientation when we get in, followed by our first council meeting. As far as I know, your parents are going to be in and out all week to make sure we understandwhat the jobs entail and to help train us. We’re not on our own. Everybody remember that.
“Also remember, for the love of the goddess, we are now the face of our government. You guys can’t wax poetic about fucking potatoes or whatever the hell it is you all get up to. We need to beprofessional. And on that note, I’ve already vetoed the instant potato vending machine in the break room. That will not be going out for a vote.”
I smile while our resident potato lovers sulk. Cory is already proving to be an excellent pick for my assistant.
“We can’t even discuss our favorite starch?” Leo asks, outraged. “But— what kind of a place is this, anyway? Prison?”
Gods help us.
I wink at Leo and mouth, “We’ll see.”
He brightens up and starts humming to himself while August drives us to our new jobs, and it’s already chaotic, but what else were we really expecting?
I pull my new toy into my handbag, one with reinforced straps because I picked it out specifically to carry a heavy phallic object and pat it affectionately. “They can’t kick us out, right? Because I have some concerns.”
We pull into the parking lot as August turns off the van and grabs my hand to plant a kiss on the back of it. “You’re the highest authority around for the goddess, Delaney. The same goddess that left a message on our bathroom mirror this morning that said ‘be sure to break your office in with a good train, it will bring good juju to the workplace.’I don’t know if you noticed, but whoever made our schedules actually wrote in time to refill your magic, alternating between all of us. I think they’re worried about you causing orgies and don’t fullyunderstand that you’ve got that under control. Don’t worry, I’m not spoiling that for us. We have work mandated sex breaks built into your schedule almost daily. This is going to be the best job ever.”
“Yeah,” I half-heartedly agree. “Best…job…ever.”
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By lunchtime, I’m so frazzled that I feel like crying. It’s clear that everyone here is used to how my parents did things, and we’re getting a little pushback on changes we were excited to implement. It’s not surprising, but it is disheartening.
