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“Ms. Storm, is it?” Ivy addresses the girl. My little doe’s still glancing at me. The employee girl nods. “Don’t look athim. Don’t tell me what to do withhim. Pretend he doesn’t exist. He’s not yours to look at.”
I want to take her home when she says shit like that. She’s a fiery little doe, and I’m buzzing with contentment at her boldness.
“I’m sorry! I apologize. I wasn’t insinuating anything. Here, look.” The girl fiddles with the sleeves of her shirt to show off her tattoo. “Look! I’m owned. I have an owner. Please, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean anything by it! It’s the store’s policy to sell the product like this.”
Stepping out of the shadows, I approach my needy little doe. She’s a beast that needs taming right now. I’m an official palace representative, and I can’t have my subjects trembling at the sight of me. I say, “My girlfriend’s new to this. We’ll take it all. Wrap it up nicely, will you? We appreciate your effort.”
The girl disappears from our sight, presumably preparing our order.
“You can’t go scaring people like that,” I tell her, wrapping an arm around her torso. We’re in public, and for some peculiar reason, I don’t give a fuck who sees us.
She pouts into my arms, and I fight the urge to drag her home. We’re better than that. We can go an hour without fucking. I’m old now, as they say.
“I don’t like it when people look at you that way,” she whispers.
“Little doe, welcome to my life. I’ve been getting strange looks all along,” I tell her.
“Not like that. I knowthoselooks.” I bet she does. She grew up withposhkids. “I mean the look of sex. She wanted you. She can’t have you! I finally have you to myself. I’m not sharing.”
I nod. My needy little doe lives up to her name. She’ll have to get used to the looks, all of them. I don’t go by unnoticed. Whether it’s lust or fear, people notice me, unfortunately. I haven’t been able to fly under the radar for five years now.
The sex candy shop employee reappears at the counter. She’s carrying five paper bags. She hands them to us, and just as I’m about to reach for my wallet, the girl stops me. She says, “Please, it’s on the house. I didn’t mean to offend you. I’m truly sorry.”
My little doe softens. She holds the sex candy in one hand, and in the other, she grips my hand. “I apologize for overreacting. I was mean and rude. You’re only doing your job.”
There’s a discussion on whether we should pay or not. My little doe doesn’t manage to convince the girl who’s adamant about paying our purchase from her bank account. I end their little chat by handing the girl double the cash that we owe her.
She thanks me, and we leave the store.
“I don’t know what got into me,” Ivy says, clicking in her seatbelt next to me in the Cadillac Escalade. Our new sex candy’s in the backseat, filling the car with cotton candy and marshmallow aroma. “I apologize for embarrassing you. I’m not like that. I swear.”
“I know,” I tell her. I pull out of the parking lot, and I take a right to drive further downtown, where the night never ends. “You’re shy and proper, but I bring out the little beast in you. It’s quite amusing, actually. I feel honored.”
“That’s not funny!” she exclaims, crossing her arms in front of her chest. I put her in my hoodie before we left her apartment. I would’ve liked her to wear only that for our nightly Katantia adventure, but she’s insisted on adding a pair of leggings. “I treat people who have been traumatized. I can’t go out and traumatize people!”
“I say you’re a smart businesswoman,” I joke.
She pouts, and I wish I could touch her, but I focus on the road. I can’t turn off being alert all the time. While she sits next to me, content at our spontaneous Katantian date, I must think of the possible dangers.
“Where do you want to go?” I ask her.
“I thought you were deciding tonight,” she says. Her fingers trace lines on the hoodie absent-mindedly.
“I say we go home, so you better come up with a better idea.”
“Have you ever been to Crack & Nut?” Whoever came up with that name should be jailed. I shake my head. “We could go there. We could play a little bit.”
“Play or fuck?”
“I’m not sure I can stretch enough to… You know. You’re quite big. It hurts when you—”
“When Iwhat?” She shifts in her seat, pressing her thighs together. A drop in my tone, and she’s already hot for it. I had no idea I could be into this sort of thing. Is this my delayed midlife crisis? I don’t think so. I had that when I was forty, and I burned down the mayor’s house for being a piece of shit to the communities he was supposed to protect. They’re still looking for me.
“It aches when you fuck me. I feel it for days.”
“You like the pain?”
“Only because it reminds me that you did it to me.”
