Scarlet Toys (Violent Circle Book 1)

by S. M. Shade

  Jani elbows me. “I’ve got this. Have your camera ready.”

  Jani walks over to Noble and whispers something to him. Noble grins at her and nods, abandoning his post at the kissing booth. “Any idea what they’re about to do?” Wyatt whispers.

  “Nope, but I’ll bet it’ll be memorable.”

  Stepping aside, I train my phone on him and wait. The minister stands in front of the tub of plastic boobs and dicks, frowning, as Noble walks by behind him with a large glass of water. Pretending to trip, he dumps the whole thing right on his head.

  “Sorry, dude, I’m a little drunk,” he slurs.

  Jani rushes over with a towel. “I’m so sorry about that! Let me help you.”

  George snatches the towel and dries his face as Jani grabs a vagina cupcake from a nearby tray. “Here, have a complimentary cupcake,” she insists, shoving it into his hand before he can get the towel away from his eyes.

  Jani nods at me, and I take a few pictures, trying to hold back my laughter. It takes him a second to realize he’s standing in front of the Bob for Dicks and Boobs game with his wet hair plastered to his head and a vagina cupcake in his hand.

  Snarling, he spikes the cupcake to the ground. “Have your fun now. This den of iniquity will be closed down soon enough. And no one will hire a bunch of harlots who sided with Satan.”

  “Hey!” Jani yells after him when he storms off. “I’m only half harlot! On my mom’s side!”

  She rushes over to me once he’s gone. “Text me the picture.”

  “What are you going to do with it?” Wyatt asks.

  “The reporter from our local paper was here earlier, taking pictures and interviewing people. She asked me to send her any interesting photos or stories that might pop up later. I’d say the minister bobbing for dicks and holding a coochie cake qualifies.”

  “I thought you called them cuntcakes,” I laugh.

  Shrugging, she downloads the picture I sent. “Got to clean it up for the general audience, you know.” Jani looks from me to Wyatt and back again. “Now go get dressed for the lingerie show. It starts in ten minutes.”

  Wyatt glares at me, and I shake my head. “Don’t even think about going all alpha hole on me. Nothing I’m wearing is transparent.” I give him a quick kiss on the lips. “I’ll catch up with you in a bit.”

  I see him and Jani chatting as I rush toward the tent. I can’t believe I let Jani talk me into this. At least the lingerie I’m wearing isn’t too skimpy. Some of the other girls are wearing thongs, and barely more than pasties covering their nipples. My black lace, baby doll nightie is almost prudish in comparison.

  Jani pops around the curtain behind the makeshift runway that’s been made out of fuzzy red carpeting. Yeah, classy all the way. “Dina, you’re up first, then Cassidy, then…”

  Jani drones on, listing off the order, but I’ve tuned out as my nerves have taken over. All I have to do is walk to the edge of the carpet and back, then stand over to the side while the other girls do the same. We aren’t being judged. It’s just to show off the assortment of lingerie Scarlet Toys offers. And to bring in the men, of course.

  When it’s my turn, I step through the curtain to a scattering of applause and whistles, just as Dina did, and I see Jani smiling up at me from the audience. Okay, I can do this. No big deal. So what if Dina’s big boobs jiggled all the way and mine would need a six point earthquake to move at all. Totally irrelevant.

  I can feel my cheeks heat while I walk to the edge and turn to walk back. The woman who is announcing talks about the clothing and the sizes available, but I barely hear her. I breathe a sigh of relief when I take my place beside Dina. Sure, they can still see me, but the focus isn’t on me anymore. It’s on…Wyatt?

  Wyatt!

  With a big, cheesy grin, Wyatt struts down the runway wearing a tiny blue thong that leaves very little to the imagination. My mouth falls open as I stare at his completely bared, tight ass as he walks away, but it’s nothing compared to his walk back. I don’t know how he packed himself into that thong, but his cock looks ready to spring free and attack at any moment.

  I cover my mouth to try to hold in the laughter, but it’s a lost cause.

  “What? You don’t like it?” he asks, flexing and making me and Dina laugh until our eyes water.

  “Wyatt, what the hell?” This seems so out of character for him.

  He shrugs. “Jani talked me into it. Wait until you see Noble.”

  The show goes on to hoots and cheers while Wyatt and I toss Save the Scarlet T-shirts into the crowd. The announcer calls Noble’s name last and he comes out wearing leather chaps and a ball gag.

  “For the more adventurous customers, we have an array of leather and latex wear, along with bondage gear,” the announcer says.

  Noble nods at the audience as he makes his way to the end of the carpet, his ass hanging out the back of his chaps. He catches the announcer off guard though, by taking the microphone and removing the ball gag from between his lips. His gaze locks on Jani as he speaks.

  “Have a look, ladies and gentleman, at what I had to do to get a beautiful girl to go out with me. January—the girl trying to hide—dared me and I won. So, where would you like to go on our date, babe?”

  January laughs, shaking her head. “Get off the stage.”

  “Yes, dear.” Noble jumps down and walks over to her and the crowd cracks up.

  “He just had to top me,” Wyatt murmurs in my ear.

  “Don’t worry, you have a much better ass.”

  “Aw, thanks.” He glances around. “Let’s make our exit.”

  We sneak back through the curtain and get dressed. “I have to get back to the center. We’re cutting the ribbon in a few minutes and I have to give a little speech. Are you coming?” he asks.

  “I’ll meet you there.”

  Jani is directing a group of volunteers while they break down the impromptu stage. “Hey,” I call, jogging over to her. “I’m going to head down to the kiddie carnival if you’ve got everything under control here.”

  “I’m good. Noble said the guys will stay until we close.”

  “You know you have that boy wrapped around your finger, right?” I tease.

  “Yeah, but that’s not what he wants me wrapped around.”

  I grab my jacket from one of the tables. “Are you really going on a date with him?”

  “I made a deal.” She shrugs, then smiles thinking about it. “I never thought he’d actually do it.”

  “He’s as crazy as you. Thanks for everything you’ve done to make this work. I’ll call you later.”

  It’s clear why the crowd was thinning at the Scarlet Toys celebration. Almost everyone has made their way to the community center for the grand opening. Hope swells inside me when I see a sea of people in Save the Scarlet T-shirts. I know they’ve also been giving out stickers and signs as well. Maybe we do have a shot at this.

  I’ve arrived just in time to see Wyatt walk into the roped off area just outside the front doors. He taps on a microphone and everyone recoils from the feedback, but it draws their attention.

  “Hi, in case we haven’t met, I’m Wyatt, owner of Scarlet Toys.” He gives the crowd a dazzling grin that could charm the pants right off of the ladies…and some of the men. “I’m not good at speeches, so I’ll keep this short. I’ve only been a part of this small town for a few months, but I’ve grown very fond of it. Growing up in a large city, I’ve never seen people pull together the way you do, and I’m so happy that some of you have come together to support our cause, to Save the Scarlet.”

  There’s a smattering of applause, along with a few grumbles.

  “I know not everyone agrees, and I also understand why some of you may be a bit apprehensive, so I want to clarify a few things and maybe put a few anxieties to rest. Scarlet Toys is an adult establishment and no one under eighteen is allowed inside. None of the merchandise we sell is illegal and all of it can easily be found in similar stores around the country.<
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  “Certain…groups have built this agenda against Scarlet Toys on the premise that allowing us to do business here would be harmful to your children. I understand that you don’t want your children exposed to adult items which may confuse or upset them. That’s why the store doesn’t have a display window or any way to view the merchandise without entering.”

  He grins down at the crowd. “Scarlet Toys has nothing to do with children, but that doesn’t mean I don’t care about the needs of the children in your community. And that’s what the new community center is about, meeting those needs. Giving the kids a safe place to go after school, to get help with their homework, learn new skills such as swimming and archery, or just hang out and play a game of ping pong in the rec room. All of these services will be available to every child in the county completely free of charge.”

  That gets their attention, and applause lights up the night.

  “So, you’re using bribery,” a voice calls out. Of course, it’s Minister Hyland.

  Not ruffled for a second, Wyatt chuckles. “I suppose it looks that way. However, this isn’t the only community center I’ve built and sponsored. A simple internet search will show that this is the third center, and in case you’re wondering, neither of the other two are in a town with a Scarlet Toys store.

  “My father, Adam Cavenite, instilled a sense of charity and compassion in my brother and me from the beginning, and it’s my pleasure and honor to give back to the people who have given so much to me.”

  A rumble of murmurs and exclamations send a tremor through the crowd at the mention of the name Cavenite. They’re as stunned as I was to realize who is addressing them. “More than anything, I want to stay and do business in your lovely little town, but either way this turns out, I respect your right to choose what you’d like your town to be. We’re fortunate enough to live in a free country where our voices can be heard, so please, make your voice heard Tuesday and cast your vote on Proposition Four.”

  The crowd applauds again, and Wyatt flashes another heart stopping smile. “Now that all that has been said, I believe it’s time to reveal the name of the center and let everyone in for a look around.” Wyatt nods to a man on a ladder, and he pulls the plastic tarp from the sign.

  The West Center for Families is written across the concrete in black lettering, and before I can even realize he named it after me, I feel a soft hand on my arm.

  “You’d better marry that man, honey,” Martha says, shaking her head. She gestures to a balding man bearing a soft smile beside her. “This is my husband, Herb.”

  Herb shakes my hand. “It’s nice to meet you, Cassidy.”

  “You too, Herb,” I mumble, but my eyes are on Wyatt, who is gazing at me with a devious grin.

  “Complimentary pizza and drinks are available in the game room,” Wyatt announces, and props open the door. “Please, come in and look around.”

  The crowd filters inside while Wyatt finds me, still nailed in place.

  “Well, how did I do?” he asks with a smirk.

  “Why…you named it West.”

  He slides his arm around my shoulders. “Yeah, well, I thought another Lawson House would be a bit narcissistic. West has a much better ring to it.” Leaning over, he kisses my ear and murmurs, “You’ve worked just as hard for this as I have. I couldn’t have done it without you.”

  “I love it.” I turn and wrap my arms around him. “And I love you.”

  “And all it took was seeing your last name in three feet high letters,” he teases.

  “You do know how to seduce a girl.” We walk toward the door. “They know you’re a Cavenite.”

  His smile is sheepish. “Yeah, total name drop, but for a good cause. Hopefully they’ll realize having a benefactor would be good for the town.”

  “If Scarlet Toys is shut down—”

  “The center will stay,” he replies, anticipating my question. “It won’t be the kids’ fault if their parents vote against it.”

  “I guess we’ll know in a few days.”

  By the time we close the center and everyone leaves, it’s after eleven.

  “The rental company will be here early in the morning to disassemble the rides and get everything. I’ve hired a local company to clean up after them.”

  I glance around the dark, deserted parking lot and an idea grabs me. “So, we’re all alone?”

  “Looks like it,” he replies.

  “So, Mr. Lawson, in your years and years of experience, have you ever had your cock sucked in a bounce house?”

  His deep laughter fills the night, and it occurs to me I could listen to it for the rest of my life. Maybe I can make it my ring tone.

  I grab his hand and lead him over to the bounce house.

  It’s dark, but a little moonlight bleeds through the mesh sides of the inflatable castle. Giggles fall from my lips when I step inside and promptly fall on my ass. It’s been years since I stepped in one of these and I forgot how hard it is to stay on your feet.

  Wyatt flops down beside me, sending me a foot or so off the floor. Laughing, he pulls me back over beside him. “Not as easy as I remember,” he laughs.

  There’s no part of this that’s going to be the slightest bit romantic, but really, who doesn’t want to have some fun sex once in a while?

  “I’m sure I can manage.” He glances around again when I unfasten his pants and pull them down. Usually, by the time I get my hands on it, his cock is rock hard, but he hasn’t gotten there yet this time. I want to feel him get hard in my mouth.

  I wrap my lips around the head and take the opportunity to suck all of him in for the first time. Groaning, he threads his fingers into my hair as he thickens between my lips. It’s a unique experience to say the least. Crickets sing around us and the smell of popcorn and fried dough still hang in the air while I make him squirm and pant. I love how he reacts and how fast I can make him come this way, but that isn’t what he has in mind.

  “Stop, Cass. I want to come inside of you.”

  “No condom,” I mumble, rolling his balls between my fingers and making him curse.

  “I have one.”

  The next thing I know, I’m on my back with my pants off and my panties around my ankles. Naked from the waist down, he crawls up over me. My eyes fall shut as he kisses and licks my neck, his hand traveling under my shirt and bra to rub and pinch my nipples. He knows my turn ons, that’s for sure.

  Something rattles outside, and I sit up a little, glancing around. “Oh, now that it’s not just my ass on display, you’re worried, huh?” he teases.

  “Yeah, because getting caught with your dick in my mouth in an inflatable pink castle wouldn’t have been humiliating at all.”

  His lips return to my neck. “We’re alone. Don’t worry.”

  The groan that escapes when he slides inside me could have been broadcast over the radio to the whole town and I wouldn’t give two shits. He feels so good, the whole world around me fades.

  Until the squeaking starts.

  Yeah, a little bit of advice if you ever want to try fucking in an inflatable bounce house. Plastic squeaks. Loud. And it also rubs your ass raw.

  His eyes meet mine and we both start laughing. “We’re squeaking, not fucking,” I giggle.

  “I’m going to squeak the hell out of you,” he replies, and then slams into me.

  The plastic burn on my ass really starts to overpower the pleasure I’m feeling, and I know he’s getting close. “I want to ride you,” I gasp.

  The squeaking fades as he rolls off of me, and I struggle to straddle his hips. I rest my hand on one of the corner bars for a second to catch my balance as I take him inside of me. Apparently, there’s some kind of button under my hand, because when I let go, music starts playing.

  Loud.

  As if the Scooby Doo theme song wasn’t bad enough, now we’re fucking with “It’s a Small World” blaring.

  Wyatt’s body shakes with laughter beneath me, and I lie on him, pressing my fa
ce to his chest while I try to control my own. After about thirty seconds, the music stops and we get control of ourselves.

  It’s hard to get any traction and there’s nothing to grab ahold of, so I hook my feet under his legs and lean forward on my hands, dragging his cock out of me and back in. The angle is perfect to hit my spot, and I realize I can come this way quickly.

  There’s no more laughter as I fuck him, slow and steady. My orgasm is right there, so close I can’t stop when I feel him stiffen and find his own release. “Cass,” he calls, but it barely registers.

  I hear him call my name again, but I’m so lost in my own bliss, I can’t respond. When I finally come down from the high and find my brain again, Wyatt is staring at me with a strange expression.

  “Cass, um…”

  It’s then I notice the flashlight, and the face peering through the mesh screen. “You kids get out here,” a voice says.

  All I can see is a peek of the blue policeman’s uniform.

  Shit on toast.

  I scramble around, trying to find my panties, but it’s too dark. I settle for pulling my pants on. The urge to laugh almost overcomes the humiliation I’m facing when I realize every move we’re making is causing the squeaking sound again.

  Wyatt stands and tries to pull on his pants, but only gets one leg in before losing his balance and falling, bouncing me into the air.

  I can’t help it. I burst out laughing and the cop calls out. “Come on now, out!”

  “Sorry! I’m working on it!” I reply.

  Leaving Wyatt to finish dressing, I crawl out and come face to face with the same cop who helped me when the guy was at my window, and also stood guard for us at Scarlet Toys. Wyatt climbs out after me.

  You wouldn’t think a guy could sound so nonchalant talking to a cop while zipping his fly, but Wyatt manages. “My apologies, officer. We didn’t realize anyone else was around.”

  The cop laughs and shakes his head. “I heard the music and assumed it was a couple of teenagers trespassing. I assume this is your property?”