Page 50 of Bad Seed
I’m about to shatter rule three and leave it in a shallow grave. “Because no matter how hard you play, I always get what I chase.”
Sadie’s mouth parts, calculations running in her eyes. I cup her cheek and brush my thumb against her lip. With each pass, I press harder, giving her a taste of what she can have. Then I glide my thumb between her parted, wet lips.
A loud ding sounds from her desk.
“Oh.” She wrenches away and damn near shoves me aside. Cradling her phone, she scrolls through the screen and says to herself. “They liked the pictures! Except for one. Um… Do you mind if I retake a few shots? Real quick. I promise!”
Before I can answer, she’s already digging into the box of vegetables. I can’t exactly stop her and am curious what all goes in to this work. The idea of having to watch a tomato glamor shoot isn’t exactly sitting right in my stomach, but I drop to the edge of her bed and watch.
“Do you do this a lot?” I ask inspecting her set up when she has to dig deep into her box. The shirt might hang off her, but her jeans cling to every curve swaying right before my eyes. I slap my hands to the bed instead of her ass and she turns around. “Take pictures of food?”
“Oh. It depends. If clients get in new product, or someone needs a specific stock photo. I do a lot of cookbooks. Used to do a lot of cookbooks. You wouldn’t believe how many people use AI now.” She fiddles with one of the two tall lights in the room. “That has to be illegal, right? They didn’t even make it with their recipe. A computer did.”
I nod as if I understand her frustration. It’d be interesting if robots tried to come for my job—my old job. A cyborg mafia? Is it any weirder than a vegetable shifter?
Sadie finishes with whatever she had to do to get the light right and steps aside.
Instead of the ripe tomato, a deep purple eggplant sits on a little pedestal. Its skin is pristine with nary a white mark to scar it. The stem’s surprisingly green with the leaves fluttering down the top. It’s the perfect eggplant.
Sadie glances her hand down its flesh, trailing the curve as if she’s running her palm over a thigh…or better. My mouth drops, air coming in spurts as she hefts up the eggplant.
Kiss it! Run your tongue up the side!
My brain fails to shut down the dirty thoughts every damn veggie shifter’s had before. For a beautiful woman to find us on her counter, brush her lips up our curves, toy with our stems with the tip of her finger. And to…
Well, it’s much easier for the cucumber or carrot to take it to the next step. Not that my internet searches are completely clean.
All those filthy fantasies come with a risk that instead of her running her fingers over you, she’s more likely to slice a knife down it instead. I only tried it once, when I was young, horny, and very stupid. The second she pulled the mandolin out, I transformed back into a naked human and ran with my cock and balls in hand.
Would Sadie…?
No. That’s… One problem at a time. I’m not even allowed to fuck her as a man never mind a…
“What’s that?” I cry out far squeakier than I intended.
While cradling the eggplant, she pops open a small bottle of clear liquid. “Lube,” she says and squirts it down the eggplant’s body. The drip flies over the curve, but Sadie catches it with her finger. Then she starts to smear the slippery lube all over the eggplant’s body.
My hands clench to her bedspread.
“I know it’s a little weird,” she says, her smile shining. She works her forearm, pumping up and down the wide bottom, then swirling around the skinnier top. My heartbeat thunders in my skull, my jaw locked tight. All my blood is pounding into my cock and there’s nothing I can do to stop it. Looking away is impossible.
Fuck, I want her to tear off her shirt and rub that slicked up eggplant between her tits.
“But see how the skin glistens!” She holds up the fully lubed eggplant with pride. I nod and force on a smile.
“Looks…” Like I would after you’ve come all over me. “Great.”
Her beaming grin almost cuts through the throbbing from my chest down to my calves. The pride in her skill radiates, and I’d love to tell her I’m impressed by her ingenuity. But if I open my mouth, I know I’ll beg for her to do the same to me next.
Sadie places the now gleaming eggplant back onto its tiny stand. She leans closer and closer, one hand on the base, the other fluffing the stem. I don’t realize I’m scooting toward her until I nearly fall off the bed.
Shit!In catching myself, I pin my hard cock between my thigh. Wrenching my hand into my pocket, I try to corral my dick and free it before I do any more damage. It’s a tight fit, but I manage to grab it just as the spray bottle appears. Sadie gives a quick little squirt over the eggplant’s stem. The leaves brighten and she rubs her finger over the very top of the stem.
Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck…
“There,” she declares, then slips in behind her camera.
I’m lost, my mind fractured as I’m imagining her hand stroking over both my stem and teasing the crown of my cock. Her breasts smeared in the oil, ready to thrust me in between them. And as I sit, trapped between her, she bends down and licks the stem…
