I pulled both of the offerings to my place at the table. Rosy made a playful swipe at my hand with a wooden spoon.
“That’s for everyone.”
Lexi snatched the platter of molletes out of my hand.
“Ladies first,” she said, acting haughty.
“Good call,” Scarlet said. “I’ve seen this boy eat.”
“What did you do to your tongue?” I asked Lexi.
She blushed.
“I got a tongue stud,” she said, and showed us.
Lexi had a silver ball in the middle of her tongue. I got half-hard thinking about it. When I saw one, my first thought was that it signaled a willingness to give oral sex, something I liked a lot. I’d read somewhere that it was the second most common piercing after the ears.
“Did it hurt?” Scarlet asked.
“It wasn’t that bad. My nipples hurt a lot more,” Lexi said, and then blushed even more when she realized she’d just dropped that little factoid on us.
“I want to see,” I said, acting a little too excited.
“David!” Rosy scolded.
Both girls laughed when they saw me become a little gentleman once Rosy used her ‘mom’ voice on me. It must have been an ingrained response.
Frick! I would be thinking about Lexi’s piercings until she showed me. Maybe I could get her to either demonstrate the tongue stud or expose her breasts when we were stuck in traffic. Better yet, she could do both.
Crud!
Mr. Happy was fully awake, and no matter what I tried, he wasn’t standing down.
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By the time we pulled into Hollywood Central’s parking lot, I’d realized two things. One, getting nominated for an Academy Award was a much bigger deal than being named Gatorade Athlete of the Year, and by a wide margin. Two, Lexi and Scarlet were finished after this weekend. Just as I would get Mr. Happy to calm down, one of them would mention Lexi’s tongue stud or do something else to get me going again. When Lexi licked my earlobe with her new stud, it was a step too far. She was almost sexually harassed in the middle of my PR firm’s offices.
Fritz stopped us outside of Hollywood Central.
“Either you two stop teasing David or help him.”
We all looked at him in stunned silence. I think the girls sometimes forgot that this was a business setting. It didn’t help that while I took what I did seriously, I still had fun when I could.
I raised my hand.
Fritz had to turn away, or he would have laughed at me.
“I vote one of them help me out,” I suggested.
Scarlet mumbled something and wouldn’t look me in the eye. I leaned closer, and she whispered, “If you have a hard-on, I can be your naughty girl again.”
I’d all but forgotten about telling her that when Cindy had sent her to me the last time Scarlet had come home from LA. Once Paul volunteered to date her, I’d washed my hands of her as a sex partner. Right now, Mr. Happy thought she made a lot of sense.
It turned out we had just enough time for me to get a quick hummer. Fritz said he would guard the bathroom door, while Lexi would tell Hollywood Central that we’d arrived so they wouldn’t worry. It was wonderful when your team came together.
Only one problem: Scarlet was dating Paul. Well, I wasn’t sure if they were really dating since they’d only gone out once that I knew of. I decided this wasn’t the time to ask about their relationship.
Okay, there might be more than
I was ready to go with the ‘no regrets’ get-out-of-jail-free card when my conscience kicked in. Somehow, it felt like I would be taking advantage of Scarlet when she said she would be my ‘naughty girl.’ History showed that I was more than capable of finding someone who wanted to play with me. I didn’t want to feel like someone was doing it out of some sense of obligation.
I caught myself and chuckled. For most guys, their first instinct would have been to take matters into their own hand. Mine had been to check out the girls around me and
“Don’t worry about it. I have a way to take care of the problem,” I told Scarlet.
When she didn’t fight me on it, I felt a little guilty. I wasn’t sure that she really wanted to perform oral sex on me on demand. Then again, she had been part of the problem this morning. Grrr.
Thankfully, I had actually calmed down by the time the Hollywood Central interview started. Surprisingly, to me at least, no one mentioned anything about the Valentine’s Day massacre, as I called it; instead, we had a straight-up interview focusing on the Academy Awards.
Note to self: ask Frank how he managed that. Whatever he did, it was a trick I wanted to learn.
The rest of my time at Hollywood Central, I acted as a guest host. I shook my head at the report that Justin Bieber thought he could fight a fan. Fortunately for him, his security bailed him out.
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