Chapter 10
CHAPTER TEN
TATE
After the amazing sex with Spencer last week, he's been living rent-free in my mind, and the sheer size of his dick takes up half that space. I can’t stop thinking about him.
Dreaming about him. I’ve used my biggest dildo twice this week, and it still doesn’t compare.
His cock is truly a work of art. An absolutely massive masterpiece.
And seeing him gain his confidence in the bedroom is so fucking hot. I’m desperate to do it again.
I know hanging out one-on-one and having fun outside of sex is risky, but I invited Spencer to the leather and lace party at Stick Shift tonight anyway.
Eager to impress our boss, Daija, the team, and I have been working hard for three weeks to plan the whole event.
Sharon left the decor and agenda up to us, and I’m proud of the success that I know tonight’s going to be.
And honestly, I want Spencer to be a part of that.
Besides, any excuse to wear a leather harness, and I’m all in.
I chuckle to myself, thinking about the time Toby and I got in trouble with Shane, after I convinced him to wear a harness to the bar with me.
Shane came looking for us and drove our drunk asses home.
He’s a good guy, but he sure wasn’t happy with me or my bad influence on Toby.
Sighing at the fond memory, I open another black lace tablecloth.
Two harness-clad twinks in time out. I snort, shaking my head at what sounds like a bad porno title.
Although tonight, I won’t be the only one wearing something sexy, because if you’re not wearing leather or lace, then you don’t get in.
Sorry not sorry, but it’s the name of the party.
It’s the only time Stick Shift would deny people based on clothing choice, but in my opinion, they always should because sometimes it’s criminal.
The main event of the evening is a leather and lace fashion show and costume contest. The grand prize is five hundred dollars and a boudoir photoshoot, with second and third place winning gift certificates to a local restaurant that helped sponsor the event.
“Did you end up inviting Jake?” I ask Daija. She was going back and forth on it all week. I told Spencer not to say anything to his roommate about the party, just in case she decided not to invite him.
“I did,” Daija says, as we drape another tablecloth over the last VIP table, adding a cute little flameless candle on top.
I’m sure these will get knocked over, and the beautiful tablecloth spilled on within the first hour, but it’s the effort and setup that count.
Besides, the photographer is coming before we even open, so that’s what this is really for.
“Are you sure that’s a good idea, honey?” I worry that she might be leading him on. Daija admitted that she pretty much ghosted the poor boy after their Thai dinner date.
“It didn’t feel right leaving him out,” she admits.
Fair enough, I guess, but I still worry. “We don’t need any drama tonight.” This party is our first big responsibility at Epic Events.
“There’s no drama, tater tot.” She flips her braids over her shoulder, glancing back at me. “What?”
I raise a doubtful eyebrow at her.
“Seriously, babe. We’re just friends.”
“Does Jake know that?” I huff.
This is all just getting too fucking messy. Spencer and I included. A group of best friends coupling up is never a good idea.
At that very moment, our coworker, Stan, wheels in a Saint Andrew’s cross, setting it up in the corner of the VIP and interrupting our conversation.
“Wanna give that a go, Stanley?” I tease, even though technically this is only supposed to be used for decoration tonight. Stick Shift isn’t an actual BDSM club. Unfortunately.
Stan turns beet red, stammering a little as he attempts to unload the cross from the dolly.
His black hair is parted on the side and combed over perfectly.
Dark glasses hide even darker eyes. Shifty eyes.
His plaid shirt is buttoned up and tucked into loose, light-wash jeans.
A pair of dusty cowboy boots complete the ensemble, and man, I can’t wait to see what he wears to the party tonight.
Stanley’s only a few years older than us, but he’s definitely giving forty-year-old virgin.
“Tate!” Daija admonishes. “You could get fired for that! It’s called sexual harassment.”
“Oh, come on! It’s just a joke.” I roll my eyes, rushing over to help Stan before it falls and crushes him to death. We lower it together, our fingers slightly brushing as I let go.
“T-thanks,” he gulps, wide-eyed and unblinking as he glances from the cross to me and back again. I raise an inquiring brow, and he nearly squeaks, disappearing into the kitchen.
“You’re gonna give that poor man a heart attack,” Daija sighs.
“Hardly, girl,” I laugh, finishing up the final touches on the VIP section. “You know he’s been eyeing me since day one.”
“I guess it did kinda look like he was imagining you up there,” Daija chuckles, nodding toward the giant X-shaped cross with leather straps and metal buckles.
“Gross,” I say, wrinkling my nose in disgust, even though a thrill shoots through me. Not because of Stanley. Ew. No. Because of Spencer. The thought of Spence restraining me and having his way with me sends a jolt of arousal straight to my dick.
“I’m gonna check in with Sharon and see what else needs to be done,” I say, dodging the conversation and making her laugh even louder.
I make a detour on the way and grab my tote bag from the back before quietly ducking under the ropes blocking off the upstairs sky lounge.
It’s not open for tonight’s event, but I sneak up there anyway, slipping into the furthest away sky box and placing two flameless candles and a soft blanket on the table for later.
My plan is to bring Spencer up here and rock his world yet again.
Sneaking back downstairs without anyone noticing, I find Sharon and get our final marching orders before reporting back to Daija.
Another half-hour of setting up, and we’re finally done.
The place looks like an elite sex lounge draped in red velvet, black lace, whips, and chains.
I couldn’t be more proud. Now it’s time for the real fun to begin, starting with going home and getting ready.
After I take a steaming hot shower, I lotion up and fully dry off before powdering my body so I can slip into my leather booty shorts and matching harness. Once I’m situated, I pat the excess powder in, holding out my arm in the light and admiring the shimmer.
My nails are a shiny black, and I dig through my makeup drawer, looking for my eyeliner.
Swiping the creamy stick along my waterline, I blink a few times as I stare at myself in the mirror, appreciating how blue my eyes look with the addition of a little black eyeliner.
A half dozen rings on my fingers, and matching silver hoops in my ears complete the look.
I spin and twirl, admiring myself in the full-length mirror.
Daija opens her bedroom door just as I step out of the bathroom.
We stare at each other for a moment, eyes roaming the other inquisitively.
Damn. She’s stunning. Like she just stepped off the runway at a Victoria’s Secret fashion show.
The red lace one-piece is drop-dead gorgeous on her, and as always, her ass looks perfect in it.
“Ohhh, giiirl,” I coo. “Body is tea.” I commend her with a tiny clap between my thumb and middle finger.
She gives me a demure curtsy before twirling her finger in the air. “Your turn. Give me a spin.”
I twist on my heel, fluffing my curls and blowing her a kiss. “Ready to eat ’em up tonight?”
“Yesss. That harness is crazy on you. Let's show these boys who’s boss,” Daija says confidently.
“Thanks, sweets. Tonight is gonna be one to remember, that’s for sure.”
“Oh. definitely,” she laughs, rearranging the things in her purse before slipping her phone inside.
“Let me call an Uber, so we can get there early,” I say, quickly opening the app and requesting a ride to Stick Shift. “Should we cover up?” I ask, staring at her lingerie, then down at myself. We could get arrested for indecent exposure if the wrong person saw us.
“Oversized T-shirts and pj shorts?” Daija suggests with a smirk.
I giggle knowingly. Just like in high school. We used to wear decoy clothes over our outfits and go to sketchy raves instead of sleepovers at each other’s houses. Her dad would have a heart attack if he knew the truth.
“Sounds like a plan,” I agree, glancing down at my phone. “Our ride will be here in ten minutes,” I inform her before turning around and heading back into my room for a cover-up.
Tonight is going to be so much fun. I can already feel it.