Dex sent numerous laughing emojis but nothing more.
Well, I need to wash my hair and dry off before my skin gets too pruney. Goodnight.
Dry off? Are you in the bath?!?!?!?
Courage surged through them, and they flipped onto their stomach. They draped the tip of their tail sensually over the marble edge of the bath, ensuring the rest of their body sank under water until only their head and arms were above the surface. Turning the phone camera to selfie mode, they snapped a quick close-up of their face and the tops of their bare shoulders, strands of wet hair that had escaped their bun sticking to their cheeks and neck.
Their middle finger was the most prominent feature, but it was still obvious they weren’t wearing any clothes. It was scandalous and naughty, and they almost deleted it straight away. But then they thought of Dex watching Sypent porn and, instead of finding it gross or strange, he’d found it sexy. Which meant, maybe, he thought Cya was sexy too.
Before they could sack out, they sent the image. Then they blacked out their screen and plunged under the water, releasing a muffled scream of anxious exhilaration that bubbled around their face until they were entirely surrounded.
July5th.9:21P.M
*Thismessage was deleted*
July 5th. 9:24 P.M
*This message was deleted*
July 5th. 9:29 P.M
[Dex] Your eyes are really pretty when you smile.
Chapter seventeen
Dex’s Big, Fat Mouth
Dex
“Unholyshit,”Rustysaid.
“I knew Cya was rich,” Gem said, “but I didn’t realize they werethisrich.”
One of his many hands waved at the grand mansion rising before them, and Dex nodded his agreement. He’d also underestimated just how wealthy Cya’s family was, but good gods, their house—and even calling it ahousefelt like an insult—was fancy.
Behind wrought-iron gates, a gravel driveway led to a two-story mansion made of white stone, with a fancy marble fountain in front, surrounded by flowers and landscaping. A four car garage connected to the left side, one door open to reveal the dark sedan Hemersyn always drove to pick Cya up from school.
“Unholy shit,” Rusty repeated, and Dex nodded again.
“Hmm, I’ve seen better,” Enfys—Rusty’s Lepid friend—said in a light Sloth accent, her orange wings opening and closing lazily.
“What? When?” Gem demanded.
“You do realize rich people are a sex worker’s biggest clientele base, right?” Rusty said.
Gem squeaked and shot a worried glance at Dex’s sister. “Shh, don’t talk about sex work in front of impressionable ears. No offense, Enfys.”
Since Jasmyn was too busy gaping at Cya’s house, Dex waved off Gem’s concern. “She’s Deaf, remember? She can’t hear you.”
Gem slumped in relief. “Right.”
“Sorry, Dex’s mom,” Rusty said, causing Dex’s mother to laugh.
“We don’t disparage any type of employment in my house,” she said with a pat to Jasmyn’s head. “And call me Ellyn.”
“Your mom’s so cool,” Gem whispered, and Dex nodded.
“Yeah, she’s the best.”
