My eyes flicked from soapy one to soapy two and back again. “Please don’t whip me. I’m not sure what my friends told you, but I’ve got a really low tolerance for pain. This morning I accidentally hit my toe on the leg of my bed and I cried for an hour.” Which was a lie, kind of. I’d only hopped around and whimpered for five minutes, then I’d spent twenty making sure it wasn’t broken. It should have been broken if you ask me, but those freaky foot digits always survived.
Soapy one looked at soapy two, and then they both burst out laughing. “We’re not going to hurt you, babe,” soapy two chuckled. “When we’re done with you, you’ll be feeling the opposite of pain.”
This I highly doubted.
Then they started loosening the towels. A tug here, a slide of a finger between the fabric and their skin there, another tug, then another, and before I knew what was happening, the towels were off and resting over their crotches meaning that the audience got an unencumbered view of their naked asses. Still, just in case they were going to drop the item onto the floor, I covered my face with my hands.
The audience went crazy around us, but I was struggling to join them in their naked hottie enthusiasm. I just wanted to go home, eat chips, and maybe watch Netflix with Jarrod - I was that basic!
A pair of hands gently gripped my wrists and lowered my hands and I realized I had a hottie number three now in the mix. “You don’t wanna miss this bit, darlin’,” he growled in my ear.
Blinking to get my eyes to focus, I looked to the side and saw that the audience was now standing up at the stage waiting for the finale. A movement in front of me got my attention, and in the next second, the towels went flying off to the side and the stage went dark as the lights cut out.
That didn’t mean I didn’t get to see something seeing as how they didn’t cut off soon enough. I could now break the news to Maude that a cock sock was just a plain black skull cap for the penis and balls. I could also tell her that hottie number one had put it over his balls, too, but hottie number two was letting his vegetables roam free.
It was too much for my brain, so I blindly stumbled to the edge of the stage – not caring if I fell to my death now – and went to jump down. Just as I’d committed to the jump by tipping forward, a strong pair of hands grabbed me around the waist and I was being lifted through the air until I was gently placed back on my feet and terra firma. I knew those hands, and I knew that cologne, so I launched myself at the owner and wrapped my arms around him, freaking relieved that the torture was over.
I felt the rasp of stubble on my cheek before Jarrod chuckled, “I doubt they’ve ever come across a woman who’s hidden from them when they’ve done that, baby.”
Tilting my face so it was in his neck, I was inclined to agree with that. “It was the worst moment of my life.”
With that, he straightened up and burst out laughing, getting the attention of some of the women who were now making their way back to their tables from where they’d been standing getting a closer look at naked, soapy butts. A small group of them stopped and stared at Jarrod with their mouths open and their eyes wide.
“Please tell me you’re one of the stage guys,” a blonde lady asked hopefully.
“Sorry, but no. I’m just here for my girlfriend,” Jarrod told them, shaking his head and holding me closer.
“I’ll give you a hundred dollars to get soapy,” blonde lady’s friend said, reaching into the purse that was dangling by a short strap on her wrist. “No, make that two hundred.”
I felt it as the muscles in his back that my hands were lying flat on tightened up. “No, but thank you for the offer.”
Not to be deterred, she said to her friends, “How much money have y’all got in your wallets. We’ll put it together for him.”
“Oh, good idea,” a redhead agreed as she dug her wallet out of her clutch. “I’ve got four hundred,” she told them, and then leaned in Jarrod’s direction and winked, “in ones.”
Deciding now was the best time to quit this, I tugged on his hand. “Come on, let’s get back to the table. I need a lot more alcohol than I’ve had.”
Blowing out a relieved breath, he walked us quickly toward where the men were now all sitting with the girls. That kind of shocked me because I was certain they’d hustle them out of the building, but instead they were sitting with bottles of beer.