“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 whileshewrithed 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. Thisproduced 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.”
