Page 23 of Wardrobe Malfunction

“I didn’t grope your cock!” I splutter indignantly. “I accidentally brushed it with my knuckles as I was taking in the fabric! And, anyway, if you hadn’t had a boner, then I probably wouldn’t have even touched it—by accident!”

“I didn’t have a boner!” he scoffs. “You’re not my type, seamstress.”

What. A. Dick.

“I’m not a seamstress!” I yell. “I’m a wardrobe assistant.” Who’s currently yelling at the man who can have her fired with a snap of his fingers.

God, this is so not how I expected my first meeting with Vaughn West to go.

For starters, I have to stop yelling. I need to be the bigger person here. After all, I did just hurt him in the worst place possible for a man.

“Look, Mr. West”—I take a step toward him, softening my tone—“I really am sorry. For stabbing you…there. It honestly was an accident. I would never do that intentionally. And I’m sorry for yelling just now. I was out of line.”

“Yeah, you were,” he grunts.

Then, nothing. He doesn’t apologize for yelling at me.

Jerkface.

“Are you just gonna stand there, staring at me all day?” he rasps out.

“I’m sorry.” I step back, surprised.

“Look, do me a favor, wardrobe assistant, and leave me in fucking peace while I wait for the doctor to arrive.”

Wow. Okay then.

Asshole.

Without another word, I grab my bag and walk out of there.

It’s not until I’m halfway across the studio lot that I realize he never said anything about not having me fired.

Shit.

Vaughn

I’m resting up on the sofa in the hotel, watching sports on TV, when there’s a knock at the door.

On a sigh, I get up, and cupping my balls with my hand, I amble over to the door.

I’m still taking it steady. This is precious cargo we’re talking about here.

Not long after Ball-Sack-Stabbing Chick left, Alex turned up with the doctor.

The doctor checked me over and told me there was no serious damage, just a small puncture wound. It didn’t penetrate the sack, meaning my boys are still intact. Thank fuck. I had feared at one point that I was going to be leaking cum out of the wrong hole.

The doctor just said to take it easy for the rest of the day, so Alex drove me back to the hotel. Then, he left to run some errands.

God, that seamstress—wardrobe assistant, whatever the hell she is, I can’t believe she stabbed me in the balls.

When I first walked in on her twerking her ass off, I thought she was funny. Cute.

Okay, she’s hot.

And, when she was on her knees at my feet…yeah, there was a lot going through my mind at that moment—right before she stabbed me in the balls, that is.

She might be hot, but she’s a danger to cocks everywhere.