I opened my mouth to protest, but she cut me off. “Don’t start. It weighs two pounds, literally.”
Must be the tulle for the chairs, I thought. After clearing the porch in record time, we set about opening the boxes and checking over the materials to make sure nothing was wrong with our order. And something was wrong. Very, very wrong.
I sliced open the eighth box and screamed bloody murder while simultaneously punching the thing that jumped out at me. Unexpectedly, the thing bounced back and hit me in the face causing me to begin slapping and pushing at…whatever the fuck it was.
“Layla!” Leigh shouted as she ran into the room. “What the—? Are you fighting with a sex doll?”
I shoved the thing away from me and tried to get my breathing under control. My eyes landed on the naked top half of an inflatable doll sticking out of the box. I held up a shaky finger and pointed, “She started it.”
We looked at each other and doubled over laughing. I laughed so much my side started to cramp while Leigh ran to the bathroom so she wouldn’t pee on herself.
When we finally got ourselves under control, I asked the obvious question, “Where did this thing come from?” I knew neither one of us had ordered it.
She gave me a knowing look. “I’m going to take a wild guess and say some of the boys ordered it for the bachelor party not knowing we changed the delivery address on the club’s account.”
I looked at the other boxes ominously. “We’re going to have to open the rest to figure out what’s what.”
Leigh made a grand gesture with her outstretched arm. “Be my guest.”
Those shitheads ordered three damn sex dolls. The other two sprang from the box and began to auto-inflate just like the first one.
“Those things are not staying in my house,” Leigh stated.
“I’ll take them to the clubhouse when we’re finished here. Can you help me put them back in their boxes?” I asked.
We searched and searched but couldn’t find the release valve. There were only two places left it could be and neither one of us would stick our hand in there to find out. “Fuck it!” I said and threw my hands in the air. “I’ll take them to the club like this.”
“I’ll help you carry them out to the car,” Leigh said through her laughter.
So, there we were, carrying boxes with naked, inflatable women sticking halfway out to my car. Now, Leigh’s road was never busy. Never. But not that day. Oh no. Her neighbors across the street were having a family gathering. Okay, it was a kid’s birthday party, but I was pretending not to know that little tidbit.
“Hey, Leigh,” her neighbor shouted and started to wave.
“Hey there!” she returned and then shoved her naked doll box at me. “Fucking hell. Get rid of this!”
“What’s that you got there?” the nosy bitch asked.
“Oh, just some mannequins for Layla. She, uh, she wants to put them in her windows so it’ll look like someone’s home all the time,” Leigh lied, poorly.
“Your son runs that security company. Why not have him install an alarm?” she pushed.
“Well, Janice, not that it’s any of your business, but Jonah has installed a security system. Layla was kidnapped and watched a madman shoot her Old Man in the chest. She’s got some PTSD, understandably, but we support her in whatever makes her feel comfortable,” Leigh snapped. “Now, if you’ll excuse us.”
I was going to kill her. “You made me sound like a crazy person,” I whisper-yelled.
“And telling her you were loading inflatable sex dolls into your car would have been better how?”
She was right, but I wasn’t going to admit it.
“Cover me while I get the last one,” I said.
“Be sure to carry it with the tits facing you!” She was so helpful.
When I shoved the third one into my backseat, I discovered Leigh had buckled the other two in. I shook my head and for whatever reason, buckled the third one in as well.
“Too-da-loo,” Leigh finger-waved as I pulled out of her driveway.
I wasn’t sure who was to blame, but I was going to let every single person with a penis at the clubhouse have it when I got there.
And then, the worst possible thing happened. Blue lights flashed in my rearview mirror. “Fuck me,” I cursed and carefully pulled my car over.
“Good evening, ma’am. Do you know why I stopped you?”
I groaned. “I’m guessing it has something to do with the bad porno in the backseat.”
“Care to tell me why you’re carting naked dolls around town?”
I slapped my hand over my face. “Because someone thought it would be funny to order these for a bachelor party but they delivered them to the wrong address. I’m taking them to the correct address,” I explained.
“Well, see, here’s the problem. Because their top halves are exposed, it’s public indecency. You’re going to have to cover them up.”
“With what?” I shrieked.
“Don’t know and don’t care, but I’m going to have to issue a citation if you don’t figure something out in the next few minutes.”
I should’ve just popped them and been done with it, but I wanted the boys to feel my wrath after the embarrassment they’d caused.
“I’ll be right back,” I said to the officer and darted across the street before he could stop me. There was a drug store right there. Five minutes later, I dressed naked dolls in one-size-fits-all stretchy drug store tube tops on the side of the road and the officer let me go with a warning.
I was so mad by the time I reached the clubhouse that I almost drove my car through the front door. I came to a screeching halt, jumped out, and yanked, Betty, Barbie, and Bambi—yes, I named them—from their boxes and carried them inside while their legs were still auto-inflating.
The room fell silent as I stomped to the pool table and dropped the naked dolls on top. “Who in the fuck ordered these?” I shouted.
“Layla!” Copper scolded. “What the hell is wrong with you?”
“What’s wrong with me? I was attacked by a damn sex doll, made to look like a crazy woman, pulled over by the police, forced to buy clothes to dress the air sluts, and then I was given a warning for public indecency. That is what is wrong with me, Copper Black. And it’s someone with a dick’s fault. Now, nut up and own it!”
He’d cracked a smile when I started explaining and was full-on belly laughing by the end of my tirade. He was even wiping tears away from his eyes. “Oh, shit. This is—”
“It’s not fucking funny is what it is!” I screeched. “Who was it? Which one of you perverts ordered these?”
“Um, Layla,” Grant said as he entered the common room with a box in his hand.
“You!” I seethed.
“No, ma’am,” he said and pointed to one of the boxes. “I saw it when I moved your car. I think there’s been a mistake. Look at the address.”
I looked at the address and realized he was right. Not only that, but the boxes were meant to be delivered to the house across the street from Leigh—Janice’s house.
“All right, boys, I need to borrow three pairs of pants. I’ve got a party to crash!”
Author’s Note
To everyone who’s read my books, thank you! Without you, this dream would be just that, a dream. I never imagined I would be publishing my EIGHTH book on the one-year anniversary of my first book. Judge’s book is also special to me for a different reason. The events in the Prologue are based on a true story. And while the main story is fiction and for entertainment purposes, I also hoped to shed some light on addiction and show the effects from a different perspective.
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