Chapter Five #2
Yet here she stood in the bathroom, toeing off her shoes and undoing her jeans. She couldn’t resist Sid, her charms and her massive sexual appetite. The dark-haired firebrand should come with a warning label: more addictive than drugs.
Kit knew she should dress and give back the vibrator, and tell Sid they could have their fun after closing.
Instead the elastic straps cut into her waist and thighs as she adjusted the triangular device over her mound.
She put it on over her panties because she didn’t know what to expect.
The tiny puck might bring a few shivers of pleasure or else shoot her to the moon. She’d soon find out.
I must really like her, she thought. Who else would she place on a list of people for whom she’d do crazy things?
Fully dressed again, she opened the door as Sid snapped the back casing on the remote. “It didn’t come with batteries, but I got some at the store while I was there. I needed extras, anyway.”
“Probably cheaper at a regular store.”
Sid shook her head. “Toys need special batteries to work well.”
Kit couldn’t argue with that. In the month she’d spent with Sid, the woman burned through them like a chain smoker with a carton of cigarettes.
Sid’s gaze panned her body and she smiled. “Wow, it is discreet. I can’t tell you have it on.”
“It feels weird.” Kit shifted her hips but the vibrator stayed put. “Maybe this is what it’s like for a guy wearing a protective cu-UP!”
The first buzz shot over her covered pussy and up her spine. Kit jerked and grabbed the counter in case her knees buckled.
“Now I can tell.” Sid’s grin appeared innocent, but Kit didn’t mistake the mischievous gleam magnified in her glasses.
“You really need to warn me when you push that thing to eleven.”
“Aw, where’s the fun in that? And that was the low setting.”
“Shit.”
Sid’s lower lip pushed out. Kit wavered between wanting to pull her closer to nibble on it or faking affection to grab for the remote.
“Cute. It’s coming off.” Kit backed into the bathroom door and felt for the knob, her gaze pinned to Sid’s hand. “We know it works. We’ll have some fun tonight, okay?” She thought about turning the tables on Sid and cranking up the speed while she writhed in the electro-thong.
Sid held out her free hand, looking contrite for once.
“Kit, no. I was just teasing. Here.” She held up the plastic black rectangle and turned the dial to the lowest setting.
This produced a low buzz that massaged Kit’s labia.
It actually felt pleasant, a sensation she probably wouldn’t have minded if she were home alone in bed, or watching TV.
Kit tried a few steps, relieved to keep a straight path rather than a sitcom-worthy silly walk. “This is okay,” she said. “Not too distracting and it doesn’t hurt.”
“I can’t wait to try it together. Leave it on and we’ll do some heavy scissoring.” Sid moved closer for a quick demonstration.
“What are you doing?” Kit nearly cried, her heart pounding. Tish could walk out of the kitchen any second now. Maybe the faculty of Dareville Academy might walk in to buy after-school snacks. Somebody could be spying on them from a window across the street.
“Why are you so jittery?” Sid brushed against Kit and thrust forward. Tiny thimbles and top hats pressed against the crotch of her jeans and for a moment intensified the vibration. Having Sid so close usually turned Kit’s pussy wet, but at this moment her anxiety heightened.
“You’re all stiff. This is supposed to be turning you on.” Sid searched her face. “You know I wouldn’t do anything to jeopardize your work, right?”
“I know.” Kit’s voice trembled, either from the vibe or fear. Or, a bit of both.
“I figured after working here a month, I’d get the gist of the customer flow. It’s slowed to nothing around this time the past several days. I thought we’d liven it up.” Sid frowned, “But you look like you’d rather be somewhere else.”
“What? No. I don’t ever think that.” Her voice lowered. “You don’t know what I’ve been thinking all day, what I want to do later.”
“You can talk in a normal voice, Kit. Nobody is listening.” Sid turned cold and pulled away.
“Sid.” Her apologies went unsaid as Tish called for her from the kitchen.
Kit cursed under her breath. “We’re not done here, I promise. What do you think the range is on that thing?” she asked. She opened the swinging door and crossed the threshold into the kitchen.
“The package didn’t say.”
Kit couldn’t mistake the mischief in her tone. She said nothing and loped deeper into the workspace. The vibe still hummed over her panties all the way into the large walk-in closet Tish had converted into the office.
“Get the door, please?” When Kit complied, she continued.
“I wanted to ask what you thought about Sid, how you think she’s doing?
She’s caught on quick with the routine here, and the customers seem to like her.
” Tish sat at her desk and shifted around paperwork as she talked.
Kit noticed her filing system, rather lack of one, took up the majority of space in the cramped area.
Tish’s laptop sat piled on a stack of cookbooks on the desk, the browser window opened to an eye-crossing spreadsheet.
Kit shrugged, playing it cool. “She’s great. I definitely like her better than Gloria. She’s more suited to the job.” She wasn’t just saying that because they were fucking. Making love. Dating.
“Yeah, but what I want to know is how long do you think she’ll hang around?
” Tish’s voice turned soft and serious. Kit saw the concern on her employer’s face and took the chair facing the desk.
Thankfully the vibrator’s buzz proved quiet enough not to attract attention, yet when Kit sat it shifted the point of contact.
The sensation quickened closer to her clitoral hood and she twitched.
The thought of crossing her legs to further conceal the device passed, with Kit assuming she’d come right there.
Damn. The vibe worked through wooden doors? Who the hell devised this thing, NASA?
“Well, she’s said she wants to make the chocolates and bake more. I imagine she’d stay if she knew there was a chance she would end up in the kitchen,” Kit said. “Personally, I love working back here with you. I’ve wanted that for a long time.”
“You’re not getting replaced, Kit. You’re not Gloria, and I think the world of you.” Tish smiled. “At this rate, I just might move Sid over with us and hire somebody else to work the front. We have so many leads on catering… Are you alright?”
Kit was holding her breath. She probably looked like a beet with eyebrows to her boss. The clit stimulator hit its mark so well, and Kit swore it leveled up a notch. “I’m good,” she said, the last word followed by a squeak.
“You look like you’re either going to have a heart attack or climax. I hope it’s the latter, since it’s easier to recover from that.”
“Can you hold that thought for a second?”
“Kit, I was joking.” Tish’s expression turned bewildered as Kit launched from the chair and streaked through the kitchen toward the exit.
She passed Annalise, who was leaning on the counter gabbing with Sid, but she didn’t bother to say hello.
She bolted into the bathroom, unzipped her jeans, and yanked on the vibrating thong so the buzzing triangle massaged her thigh.
Kit collapsed on the toilet lid and sighed with relief.
That little bugger felt close to paralyzing her clit. “Oh, God.”
A knock fell on the ajar door, and Annalise poked in her head. “What the hell, chick?” She panned her gaze down to the vibe, and she shut the door behind her. “Have you had that on all day? I’m surprised it didn’t fall off.”
“It’s got elastic bands to keep it in place.”
“I was talking about your lady parts.” Annalise shook with quiet laughter. “What would possess you to wear that to work? I mean, I heard Tish sometimes makes naughty candies for bachelorette parties or whatever, but this…”
Kit held up her hand. “Shut up about it, okay? Just… no. Let me have a few secrets.” She lurched up and forward and locked the door. The vibe still clung to her thigh but the motion slowed to a weak purr.
“Okay, you wanton bitch. So, what’s the deal with the new hottie working the counter?” Annalise cocked her head toward the door. “I picked up on something there.”
Oh, don’t you dare, you pussy vulture. Kit glared at her. “What happened to Barb?”
“Who?” Realization dawned and softened Annalise’s frown after a few seconds. “Yeah, Barb. We split weeks ago.”
“You don’t say.”
“She’s one of those animal rights people.
All she ever talks about.” Annalise made a yapping puppet out of one of her hands and rolled her eyes.
“I didn’t have a problem eating plain spaghetti with her, but when she started shaming me for my clothes, my job, and everything else I broke it off.
I mean, there’s activism and there’s being a self-rightous asshole. ”
“Good to know you have your priorities settled. Anyway, not that it’s your business, but Sid and I are kind of a thing.
” Kit righted her jeans and stood tall, hoping to assert herself over her slightly shorter friend.
Annalise didn’t appear intimidated, however.
She stuck out her tongue far enough to show off her thick stud piercing and licked her lower lip.
“Yeah? Good for you. How long’s that been going on?”
“About a month, almost since we met.”
“A whole month, and you said nothing to me?” Annalise scowled.
Kit hoped the small bathroom absorbed most of the volume of her friend’s outburst, and she motioned to keep it down.
“I should have known something was up. Every time I ask why you can’t hang out, you’re getting some of that. ” She hooked her thumb behind her.
“I don’t like to broadcast my love life.” Kit’s voice hissed. “Plus you never asked outright if I was seeing somebody.”