Hush, Hush (Hush, Hush 1)

I flatten my lips. "Of course I did. I could see him over my shoulder. Once I started pushing, he reached between his shaved legs and started playing with his dick."

She covers her mouth, fighting the fit of laughter trying to break free. "And here I thought I had worse stories than this."

Brows raised high, I hold up my index finger. "Then, then, he grabs a bottle of lotion from God knows where and starts rubbing it on his dick. He stands and rolls a condom on. I thought the condom would slide off since he lathered himself up first, but it didn't. So I bend over and silently question what I got myself into when the next thing I know, he's literally ramming into me so hard I fall forward and he pops out. I hit the fucking wall."

"Ram Jam strikes again!" she yells, laughing. "Did you really fall?"

I nod, lips puckered together. I feel the liquor warming my veins and my shoulders relaxing a bit.

"Yes, my head hit the wall and I fell to my knees. I probably have a bump." I reach up and touch my head, feeling for it. "I wasn't doing anything but bending over at the time, so I had nothing to hold onto when he rammed me with his vanilla bean scented dick. I was so caught off guard that it took me a second to get up. Apparently I didn't move fast enough because he grabbed me by my hair and told me he wanted to wear my skin because it's so supple and soft. First of all, what the fuck? And second of all, what man says supple?"

"Buffalo Bill," she says, smiling.

"You know the rule that we can't come until the client does? It won't be an issue with guys like this nut job. Any more clients like him, I'm gonna dry up permanently and become a sister of God. Anyway, after he fucks me while making these slithery snake sounds, he made me rub lotion on him."

Her jaw drops. "Okay. You're making this up."

"Hand to God, I'm not."

"Keep going."

"He told me he wanted me to rub lotion on his body, so I did. All I kept thinking was that I'm getting paid good money for this or else I would've left. He had me put it all over him, every inch, while still wearing the mask. Mind you, he's hairy as fuck, so it's triple gross. Then, he made me rub lotion on myself. He wanted me to go really slow over my nips and vag, and then he freaking asked me if he could suck my toes." I exhale a stress-filled sigh and shiver in revulsion. "You know how I feel about feet, but I let him anyway, because hello, money. Once he was done, he asked if he could pretend shave me with the dull side of a butter knife."

Her eyes widen and the laughter dies down then, her expression turning worried.

"Of course I do, but at one point I felt like in his mind he was peeling off my skin because his eyes rolled into the back of his head and his dick got hard. Once he wiped the lotion off my body, I cursed myself when he said to put the lotion on both of us again. Again! How much lotion does one man need? Nat, I was sliding off the plastic-covered couch already, and I didn't feel like lubing us both up again. Plus, the cream he wanted me to use had a really strong scent."

"Plastic?" She looks confused.

"Yeah, he had a clear plastic cover on the couch, like people did in the sixties. I was slipping all o

ver it and sweating at the same time."

"That's bizarre."

"Yeah, so I shake my head, telling him no more lotion. I didn't want to be fake shaved again, and I knew that's where he was going. He got too close to my goods with the butter knife the first time."

Natalie’s face falls and she pales like I just told her I’d killed the guy. I know we're not allowed to, but there are some things that I'm realizing I will say no to. Rules be damned.

"You told him no? Tell me you didn't." Her voice is full of dread.

"Yes, I did. I was nervous with that fucking knife! He even ‘shaved’ my back and got extremely close to my exit zone. Don't tell me you would've said, ‘Yes, please give me more.’ How do I know he wasn't going to stab me with it?"

She purses her lips. "You have a point, but I wouldn't be surprised if he goes to Christine."

I pause for a moment, thinking about the finale of imposter Buffalo Bill’s creep show.

"He won't be going to her. You can trust me on that."

Her brows furrow. "What do you mean?"

"When I told him no and I shook my head, he legit said, 'It puts the lotion on its skin or it gets the cock again.'"

I pause and take a deep breath, wondering why this is my life and what I did to deserve it. Natalie covers her mouth, trying to not laugh over the worst night of my life.

Lowering my voice, my shoulders slump forward, and I say dejectedly, "I got the cock again."

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