Man Candy

by Tia Siren

  “That’s the one!” she beamed. “Now, I thought it would be a bit of a hoot to buy him one of these. What do you think? I know, I know. He can get it for free. But the two of us have been, well, you know. So I figured that this would help add a little something to things. You get the idea.”

  Oh, I got the idea all right. I actually didn’t know that her and Grant had been that close. When she mentioned that he was in a bit of a mood, I had chosen to instead focus on that fact rather than the more obvious one of Loren dating Grant. I mean, obviously she was, otherwise she wouldn’t have known about his down mood. But this, I’d chosen to ignore.

  But now, that wasn’t really possible, was it? She was essentially rubbing my face in the fact that her and Grant were seeing each other. And to add insult to injury, she was also asking me to help her pick out products she could use while fucking him.

  “You two are having trouble in the bedroom?” I asked, trying my best to sound more like a concerned friend than a snarky ex. Truthfully, though, I delighted in the fact.

  “What? Oh no, no, no. Still as proactive as ever. This is more for a kick. A little fun. I mean, why not?” I was certain that I wasn’t getting the full story, a fact that also made me happy. Loren had the complete opposite body type to me, after all. I just didn’t see how Grant could love my curves as much as he claimed, yet still find Loren appealing, too.

  “Okay, so you’re after products geared more toward, like, fun and adventure, rather than ones aimed at arousal?”

  “Exactly!” Loren said, clapping her hands together. “Can you help me?”

  “Gladly,” I said. That was all business, too. I couldn’t have been less glad to be helping her. But this was my job, and I was on the clock. So, I got to work helping Loren with the enthusiasm that I would show any customer.

  For a brief moment, I thought about guiding her toward the absolute wrong products. Like having her pick out things I knew Grant wouldn’t like. He hated the taste of coconut, for instance. So I considered loading the basket with coconut flavored items, just to throw a wrench into her sexy plans with Grant.

  But I decided against it almost immediately. As funny as I found the idea, it was petty and unfair. It wasn’t Loren’s fault that I was crazy in love with Grant. She had done nothing wrong here. If things ended up not working out between the two of them, I wanted it to happen naturally, not because I’d been a sneaky, vindictive ex-girlfriend. If Grant came back to me, I wanted him to make that decision on his own, without interference from me.

  The two of us worked our way through the store together. I picked out and pointed to products that I thought the two of them might like. I gave her my best effort to help, forcing myself to keep my personal feelings separate from my professional life. As hard as I tried, my stomach squirmed every time I picked something out. There was something very unsettling about picking out sex toys for the man of your dreams, when you knew that someone else was going to be using them.

  But I kept those feelings to myself as best as I could. I doubted Loren had any idea how I was feeling. After a good thirty minutes of shopping, Loren’s little basket began to look very full. She had cock rings, sprinkles, tassels, frostings, and creams. I’d also thrown a butt plug in there that I had insisted she try. It was an extra-large one, though. Maybe I wasn’t totally professional. The other thing I’d recommended was the chocolate dildo. It was still my favorite thing in the store, although I hadn’t tried too many of the toys.

  Despite how packed her basket was, Loren was still insistent that something was missing. She had no idea what, but she was just certain that the basket wasn’t complete.

  She started getting pouty and a little whiney. It was annoying. I had to wonder how the hell Grant put up with her. I knew that he was a no-nonsense kind of a guy, and she seemed to be nothing but nonsense. Maybe I was being a little hard on her, but whatever, I didn’t have to be her best friend. I was already proud of myself for being civil and helpful.

  I also wondered how long the two had been seeing each other. It had been at least a few weeks by the sound of it, most likely since we got back from Atlantic City. The only way I was able to get through it was by calling her the Rebound Girl in my head and chuckling to myself every time I did.

  I was ready to finish up things with her and drown myself in a bottle of wine or three. But goddamn Loren insisted that she needed one more perfect item to finish off her basket. It was around that point that I came up with a wicked little idea. Before I could stop myself, I was already speaking. “Hey, I think I know the perfect thing to complete the basket,” I said.

  “Oh, that’s awesome!” Loren beamed.

  “Yeah, let me just grab it. I’ll be right back.” I scurried away into the storage room. There, sitting in the very back of the room, was a box that had only arrived at the store two days prior. Its product wasn’t technically part of the sale, or even on the floor yet, but as I was the manager, I could do what I wanted.

  I placed the box on the front counter where Loren was waiting and opened it up for her to see. Inside the box were the gummy molds of my pussy that Grant had dropped off a few days earlier. He told me that I could do with them as I liked, and I still hadn’t decided what that might be. But, seeing how spiteful I was feeling, selling one to Loren seemed like the perfect idea. And technically, I was pretty damn sure Grant would enjoy it. He certainly liked the real thing.

  “What are they?” Loren asked curiously, reaching into the box and picking one up. It was very colorful, a bright orange actually. They were all different colors, but all the same shape and size. My size.

  “They’re pussy molds,” I said truthfully, leaving out the most obvious part. There was no need for her to know who they were modeled after. “They’re brand new. I haven’t even put them out on the shelves yet.”

  “Oh, wow! So, what, he can put his thingy in there, and I can eat it off at the same time?”

  “Sure, that’s an idea. Or you can eat it and pretend it’s real. You can both share it and pretend that you’re involved in a three-way. You can take turns with it. Really, it’s a means to simulate an extra vagina in the room that also tastes good.” I paused, trying not to say the next thing that I wanted to. “Or, you know, Grant could just go at it while you watch.”

  Loren’s eyes brightened at that idea. I suppressed a smile. That was all Loren needed. I could tell from her expression that I had made the sale. As soon as I stopped talking, she was reaching for her credit card.

  I was in such a good mood after what I had done, I even gave her a discount. What are friends for, after all? And after she had gone, that good mood extended itself to such a degree that I decided to put the rest of the molds out for sale. There was no point in keeping them in the back room. And I didn’t want to throw them out, either. So why not sell them?

  Since it was Friday, I had hoped that my good mood might extend through the night and into the weekend. But it didn’t. Not even close. I had two hours left at that store, and those were enough to drain me of any positivity that I may have been riding. By the time I did get home, I fell face first onto my bed without the intention of moving until it was absolutely necessary.

  Putting those gummy molds out was the first mistake. I had managed to sell three almost as soon as they were out. But that wasn’t what was wrong. It was the people that bought them that gave me the creeps. It was three men, of course, and each one was creepier than the last. They were the type of guys that looked like they stunk before you got close enough to confirm it. They were the kind of guys who stared at my cleavage without even trying to hide the fact. They were the kind of guys that sent a shiver down my spine as I thought about how they were most likely thoroughly enjoying themselves over molds of my pussy.

  Even though the idea of creepy dudes blowing their loads in my fake pussy contributed to my foul mood, something bothered me more than that. The real mistake was selling one to Loren in the first place. What the hell had I been thinking? There wa
s no doubt that Grant would recognize it. At first, I thought it would be kind of funny. Just a silly little way to remind Grant of me. But now I realized what a stupid idea that was.

  If he wasn’t furious with me for doing that, then he would probably think that I was being spiteful and immature. He would probably tell Loren what I’d done, and the two of them would have a good old laugh at my expense. They might even use it in some sort of sick, fantastical sex play. Whatever the reaction that was to come from me selling that mold to Loren, it wasn’t going to be good. I should have just left my candy pussies hidden in the back, never to see the light of day.

  So I lay in bed, regretting what I had done. There was nothing I could do now to change what I’d done. The pussy was out of the bag, as it were. Now, I’d be spending the entire weekend in bed alone. And in the end, that was the worst part. When it was all said and done, I was alone. Grant and Loren were probably enjoying their sex candies, the ones I’d helped pick out. Meanwhile, I had no one.

  Chapter 29

  Grant

  Kendra’s colorful pussy stared me in the face, as if it were taunting me. Mocking me. If it had a mouth, I’m sure it would have laughed at me, too. Her gummy mold was sitting on my kitchen table, and I couldn’t stop looking at it as I made breakfast.

  It wasn’t just by itself, though. It sat in a basket of other goodies that Loren had deemed fit to buy me. But even though it was surrounded by dozens of other products, they may as well have been invisible. I just couldn’t keep my eyes off that gummy pussy.

  I had been furious with Loren when she brought it over the previous night. She had walked in, simply bursting with energy as always, with that stupid basket tucked under her arm. I could not believe it when I saw it. I really thought that she was joking and had stopped by the store to just grab a basket and not actually fill it with anything. That she thought it would be funny to pretend to buy me one.

  The reason I thought that, was because we had had a very specific discussion about how I didn’t want her to buy me one of these baskets. In fact, I had all but demanded that she stay out of the store and leave the products to the customers. But then, in her usual fashion, she went and bought one anyway.

  That was the first thing that annoyed the hell out of me. The second was when I looked in the box and saw Kendra’s gummy pussy. I nearly dropped the damn basket on my foot when that happened. I demanded to know where it came from, and she told me that Kendra had suggested it. What was Kendra playing at?

  If I hadn’t specifically told Kendra that I couldn’t see or speak to her anymore, I would have gotten her on the phone to ask what she was doing. Did she think it was funny? Did she think that I was kidding before? Was she trying to hurt me? I just didn’t know what she wanted. Well, I knew what she wanted. She wanted me. But like I told her, she couldn’t have me. No matter how much I wanted her, too.

  The doorbell suddenly rang, snapping me from my daze.

  “Come on!” I heard the yelling through the door as I made my way through the living room. “We’re losing daylight out—oh, hey.” Jack smiled menacingly at me as I threw the door open.

  “Will you just give me a damn second?” I snapped as I turned around and hurried back into the house to get my things. The two of us had a game of golf scheduled for that morning, and I was running late, all because of that mold.

  “I’m going to have to penalize you two strokes for your lateness,” Jack yelled out to me as he followed me into the apartment. “And another point for that outfit.”

  “Will you keep your goddamn voice down?!” I yelled back at Jack. “Otherwise, I’ll stay in. At least that way, you might actually win for once.”

  My breakfast remained uneaten on the kitchen table. I grabbed a banana instead. As I did, my eyes fell on the mold one final time. Maybe I should bring a box lunch with me.

  “Damn, someone’s in a mood,” Jack joked as I stormed past him and into the hallway with my golf bag strung over my shoulder. “Did you have your cranberry juice today?” Jack yelled as he hurried after me down the hallway. “Apparently it helps relieve pain from—”

  “Can you not?” I said seriously, turning on him once I reached the elevator. “Not today.” I then turned back, hitting the elevator button furiously, as if that might make it come sooner.

  “Yeah, yeah, okay,” Jack said, eyeing me as he stood by my side, waiting for the elevator.

  We rode down to the garage in silence, packing up his car and taking off in the same manner. Jack drove, and I sat in the passenger seat, staring out the window the whole time. My mind was still in the kitchen, on that mold. Well, to be more specific, it was on Kendra. I wanted to know why she had sold that to Loren. Was she trying to hurt me or was it her way of telling me that she hadn’t given up on me yet? I really had no idea what to think.

  “So, are you going to tell me what’s going on?” Jack suddenly said, interrupting my thoughts. “Or are you going to wait until we’re on the course before you need some help removing that giant nine-wood from your asshole?”

  “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I said without looking at him.

  “Oh yeah?” he asked coyly. “So, it doesn’t have anything to do with that orange vagina that was sitting on your counter top?”

  “How did you—”

  “Relax, I saw it when you were upstairs,” he said. “It was a nice looking one, too. Can I take a guess as to who the lucky owner of such a nice piece of hardware is?”

  I turned to look at Jack who had a knowing grin smeared across his smug face. I knew he didn’t mean anything by it, and most likely, he just wanted me to lighten up a little. I had to remind myself that he was my best friend and, in all likelihood, just didn’t like seeing me this upset.

  “You know whose it is,” I admitted, letting out a sigh. “And you probably know why I’m in such a crap mood.”

  “Does a certain curvaceous blonde have anything to do with it?”

  “All of it.”

  “I didn’t know you two stopped seeing each other—what is this jerk off doing! Hey, loser! Learn how to drive, you fucking animal!” Jack stuck his head out the window to hurl abuse at a fellow driver. It was only when he was finished, that he turned his attention back to me. “Yeah, I didn’t even know you two had stopped fooling around?”

  “We did. I put a stop to it.”

  “Seriously? After the way you were acting the other week, I thought you were head over heels. Or cock over balls?”

  I let out a long sigh as I thought back to earlier that week and what I had done. “I was. I mean, I guess I still am. I just, you know what she did to me in high school? I can’t get past that, and every time I try, I end up taking it out on her. I’ve never been this crazy over a woman before, but I’ve also never felt this terrible, too. Is that normal?”

  “Magic pussy. That was what I was telling you before. That’s why I never, ever get involved. For example, Sally from that cafe. Two times I saw her. The first was wild. The second time was, too, but afterward, she tried to cuddle with me in bed. Do you believe that? So that was it. I said, ‘nice knowing you, doll’ and kicked her to the curb. Literally. It was two in the morning, and I threw her clothes off the balcony so she’d have to go outside and get them. Then, when she was outside I locked her out.”

  “Wow, and I thought I was an asshole.” As much as I loved Jack, he made it hard sometimes. “But that’s not really the same thing.”

  “So, you really care for her?” he asked.

  “I do,” I admitted, not a word of a lie in it. It was the first time I had said the words out loud, and I was surprised by how they sounded. They sounded right. They sounded natural.

  “Well, it is in my professional opinion that there is only one thing for you to do in such a situation.”

  “Oh, yeah? And what is that?” I expected some sort of immature, eighth-grade response. I even braced myself to offer him a fake laugh and head shake. But it never came.

  “
Go for it,” he said, seriously. “If you like her as much as you claim, then go get her. Who am I to tell you differently?”

  I stared at my best friend for some time after that, surprised by his words, but also profoundly glad that he had said them. He was right, and it was exactly what I needed to hear. I had spent so long reminding myself why I shouldn’t be with her that maybe I needed to start thinking about why I should be. Was it possible that Jack, of all people, had just given me the answer?

  “Oh, and on some good news,” he continued. “The club is ready to go.”

  “The club?” I asked, not knowing what he was talking about. Although really, that was just because my mind was still stuck on Kendra.

  “The Luscious club, numb nuts. I’ve managed to scrape together the funding. Mainly through my own pockets, but a few small-time investors wanted to get involved, too. I told you, this thing is going to be huge. All I need now is your blessing, and legal signature of course. Then we can get the ball rolling on this.”

  “Yeah, of course,” I said. “I’ll get my lawyers to put something together this week.”

  “Perfect!” Jack exclaimed. “And, even better, we’re here.”

  I looked up, noticing that we were pulling into the golf course. I had been so wrapped up in the moment that I hadn’t even realized where we were.

  “Hey, Jack,” I said to him as he went to get out of the car. “Thanks.”

  Jack didn’t respond, of course. He simply nodded his head, offered me a half smile, and climbed from the car.

  I followed him and pulled my clubs from the trunk. I felt a new wave of excitement flood over me. I was going to do it. I was going to tell Kendra how I felt and get her back. I was sure that she wanted me to. I just knew it. There were going to be no more games, no more fights, or attempts at getting one up on each other. There was going to be love and love only. It was going to be that simple because, really, it was.