Chapter 9
NINE
Seven-inch heels dangling from two fingers, I swayed toward my hotel room.
The icy AC nipped at the sweat still clinging to my nurse costume.
I hummed and giggled. I was so thoroughly pleased with myself for shutting the party down that I didn’t care if anyone was watching me from their peepholes.
In fact, I wanted them to look. I wanted people to stare at the ass that could bounce like a basketball.
At the boobs pushed so high up they could shelf books.
For so long, I hid my body away. I would never do that for anyone again.
Wouldn’t it be nice if some hot man thrust open his door and said he wanted to dick me down right then and there?
I snorted. Who said things like dick me down?
But, damn, I wouldn’t be mad if it happened.
I slowed when I made it to my door and peeked over my shoulder. “Anyone?” I asked into the lonely hallway burdened by baby-vomit-colored carpet. Sadly, no wannabe dick downers came to my rescue.
The lock disengaged as I tapped the keycard onto the little card reader, and I shoved the door open with a shoulder.
“Home sweet home,” I whispered into the dark. Flicking on the entryway light, I teetered toward my open suitcase, flung the heels inside, and sat heavily on my bed.
The relief of being off my feet was instant. I sighed with delight and rubbed my arches. “Best night ever.”
Almost.
It would have been perfect if I had someone to help me relieve the need building inside me. If only that damn vibrator hadn’t thrown a fit at the airport, I’d be dicking it down right now.
I pulled off my fishnets and let them flutter to the floor. My gaze traveled to the desk where the little warrior had stood, watching me as I readied for the night. I blinked. He wasn’t there. Only his small spear remained.
“What the hell?”
I checked under the bed. Then in my book cart.
Nowhere.
“This is so strange.”
I flicked on the bathroom light and balked.
There he was. His little ripped body positioned to face directly toward the shower.
That shouldn’t have been possible. I knew for a fact that I had left him on the desk. Hadn’t I?
A giggle escaped me.
“I guess you must really want to watch me bathe.”
Obviously, he didn’t offer a reply.
I smirked. “Now you’re quiet.”
The thought of someone watching me, even if it was a four-inch doll, made me feel empowered.
Alanzo never let me do little strip teases for him.
He never let me lead or do what I wanted in bed.
I think it was because it gave me the power.
It gave me dominance. I suppose small-minded men couldn’t handle such a thing.
Good thing he wasn’t here.
This effigy, however, was about to get one hell of a show.
I bent over, exposing my thong and ass to him, and twisted on the faucet.
Water cascaded from the large showerhead.
I stuck my hand in the flowing spray and waited for it to warm.
Fingers dripping, I faced my warrior. I ran my hand over my collarbones.
Pebbles of water crawled down my chest and disappeared into my cleavage.
I brought my fingers to the front zipper at the crest of my nurse corset.
“Shall I strip for you?”
I swore I saw his tiny Adam’s apple bob.
Those whiskey sours had been strong as hell. I was seeing things. But I let myself pretend he was real. That he was as the artist said, some do-gooder spirit trapped inside this tiny body, waiting to find his ultimate purpose.
“I can be your purpose,” I told him.
My breasts tumbled out as I slowly unzipped the costume. The polyester dress fell to the ground. My thong followed suit. As the condensation ate away at the mirror, I watched myself pull out the pins in my hair one by one, my breasts swishing with each tug.
“I bet you wish you could touch these,” I teased, giving him a little shimmy. “Too bad you aren’t real.”
I turned my back to him, stepped into the shower, and closed the glass door. The air was luxuriously warm, but the mist fogged up my warrior’s view of me.
“We don’t want anything obstructing the show.”
I pressed my breasts to the glass and swished them from side to side until my glistening body was on full display.
Lathering my skin, I pictured my warrior coming to life. I squeezed my breasts, pretending my small hands were replaced by a large, strong grasp. I pinched my nipples, imagining his calloused fingers were twisting and toying with them.
I groaned at the sensation—at the thought of being wanted.
But it wasn’t enough. I needed friction. I needed hard flesh slapping against my clit.
I brought my hand down to my silky folds and grinded against it. I stuck two fingers inside and moaned, “I wish this was you.”
The sound of something falling jerked my attention toward the counter. My little warrior had tumbled on his side. His jaguar headpiece slid into the sink.
My brows furrowed. He’d been standing securely moments ago.
His small body twitched.
“What the fuck?”
I sprang out of the shower to get a better look. That’s when I noticed something had been inscribed at the base of the figurine.
Lick me.
“Lick me?” I suddenly remembered the note left under the table.
Now you can bring the book boyfriend of your dreams to life.
Directions: For a lover so remarkable you’d swear he was pulled right out of a fairy tale, simply give this effigy a lick.
I’d heard of kissing frogs in search of a prince. But in this case, it was more like: lick this little warrior if you want some dick.
I laughed. “This is absurd.”
I stood the warrior back up and started for the shower. My body was squeaky clean, but I wasn’t paying for this water bill, and if I couldn’t get myself off, then languishing on the shower bench and letting the warm spray wash over me would have to do.
Something thudded on the counter again.
I peeked over my shoulder.
My warrior had toppled once more. This time his loincloth had fallen to the side, and his dick was sticking straight up.
“Goodness.” The detail on it was impressive. I could see every ridge and vein.
Like what you see? a deep voice cooed.
I screamed and stumbled back, bumping into the toilet.
“What sort of toy had that woman given me?”
Lick me and you will soon find out, his voice caressed my ear.
Wait. This wasn’t just any toy, this must be a sexy toy. I laughed at my sudden realization. No wonder the reviews were so great.
Lick me, Victoria.
A shudder ran through me. My nipples swelled at the bass in his tone.
With a what-the-hell sigh, I picked him up. The familiar firm, yet fleshy feel of him called to me. I realized I wasn’t just curious. I wanted to lick him. I wanted to taste him.
I brought the effigy to my mouth. My tongue grazed over his dick.
I swear it pulsed. I pulled back, balking, but my hunger for him was stronger than my confusion.
I pressed my tongue against his rippling abs.
He tasted of salt and earth. Tasted deliciously human.
As I languidly licked him from bottom to top, I heard a gratified moan.