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Andrea hiccupped her way through, declaring that she had already consumed too many sex on the beach cocktails to be able to keep even three tiny Ben Wa balls in her and that she did not relish the penalty.
Of all the names she could have picked as a stand-in, it had to be Lacey’s. Ugh.
"Don’t be silly, Lacey. I got this one."
Ready to go to war over those stupid Ben Wa balls with Jenna, Lacey rolled up her proverbial sleeves and yanked the box out of Jenna’s hand straight after Jenna had done the same to her.
"I’ll be right back," she said, then chewed her lip as she tried to come up with a witty, funny comment to have everyone laughing again. "Balls away," she said, and she revived a few chuckles.
She then added, "It's just going to be me and Ben." More chuckles ensued as she waved the box around.
"Ben’s balls are going to be the biggest balls my vagina is ever going to see." She cringed as she said it, but that did the trick. Raucous laughter followed her out of the room, and she smiled in relief. She could be a good sport if she wanted. Or people laughed at her because they felt sorry for her.
"Don’t forget, you can’t wear any panties." It was Jenna, of course, who hollered after her, and that made everyone laugh harder. It wasn’t even remotely funny because that was what the cue card said.
Wear a pair of Ben Wa balls. If it falls out, you have to eat a box of chocolate penises dipped in mayonnaise.
Eww.
Lacey swallowed against her gag reflex and hurried away. She was not going to lose. She also had no idea how to do it, so as soon as she was inside the bathroom, she did a quick search online and shuddered a little.
Okay. She could do it. It was not that hard. She removed her underwear and stuffed them into the pocket of her summer dress, then, after turning a full shade of red, she managed to lodge the balls inside her and did a practice walk.
It felt different, but she could totally pull this off as long as she remained... 100% clenched.
Easy peasy.
It wasn’t as if she were totally clueless about her body. She did make herself come… when she got her period to alleviate the bad cramps that went with it—doctor’s orders.
As for losing her virginity? She was still waiting for the right man, and she already had a firm idea of him in her head.
Satisfied that she looked composed, she ran her fingers through her dark, thick, pin-straight hair, pursed her lips together, and after soothing down her dress, she exited the guest bathroom of the house she had grown up in.
While she did spend time away for school, nothing beat returning home. Her dad was an engineer, and ironically, so were all four of her brothers, all older than her. Her mom ran an art gallery on the west side of Manhattan, and Lacey... well, Lacey, in her short span of adult life so far, had racked up two failed degrees, so there was that.
But nothing compared to the grandeur of the house. Thanks to her mother’s fine eye for detail and beauty, the Holland residence combined a seamlessly contemporary feel with rustic elegance and charm as it lay nestled between a river and the backdrop of a mountain range.
With its sprawling landscapes outside, the inside was a harmonious blend of textured stone, large windows that embraced the surrounding vistas, and a warmth that enveloped all of its occupants. But she was more of a city girl, what with leaving for school and now with her tiny apartment in the heart of New York.
"Take that, Jenna," she murmured under her breath as she walked rather carefully back to the lounge.
She received a round of applause, even from Jenna, who had this way of showing her she was on her side, but then also, not.
It really wasn’t so bad. She quickly became accustomed to them, and as long as she kept her laughter to a minimum and paid attention to her breathing, she was fine.
The party continued with a game of ‘Guess the size.’ A blindfolded Andrea had to run her hands over three cucumbers and guess their size. For every inch she was off, she had to take a shot of tequila.
Glad that Andrea was having the time of her life, Lacey found herself able to relax despite keeping three Ben Wa balls inside her. She just had twenty minutes to go, and then she would have won the game and saved herself from eating chocolate penises dipped in mayo.
Ten minutes later, she also had no choice but to make a trip to the kitchen for more ice.
And then, low and behold.
As she treaded cautiously across the expanse of the gleaming white tile of the foyer to get to the other side of the house, to the kitchen area, in her glittering blue stiletto heels that went perfectly with her blue chiffon, knee-length summer dress, she came to an abrupt halt.
If she had to pick one word, it was sheer shock that ruined her.
She didn’t expect to find, in her path, three real-life cowboys all at once, while she was without any panties and her doo-dah was stuffed with three, albeit tiny, metal balls.
