The Sextet Presents… Turn Another Paige [A Toy Story] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Read Free

friend the question that had been tickling her tongue the whole evening.
    “Um…you doing anything tomorrow afternoon?”
    “Nah. Why?
    “I could use your help. Would you go with me to Candyland?”
    “Candyland? You mean the sex shop?” A sly smile crossed Rachel’s face. “Paige, Paige, Paige.” She laughed loud and long enough several of the customers watched her over their drinks.
    Paige’s whole face flushed hot. “C’mon, Rachel. Stop it. People are staring.” She attacked the bar with a towel, rubbing the already clean surface.
    “I didn’t know you had it in you. And here I thought you were Little Miss Prim and Proper.” Rachel leaned in, lowering her voice. “Who’s the guy?”
    “There’s no guy.”
    One of the waitresses signaled for refills for her customers. Paige grabbed a couple of fresh mugs and drew the first from the tap.
    “If there’s no guy, then why are you going to Candyland?” Rachel asked. “I know. You need a new vibrator.”
    “God, Rachel. Will you please stop?” Paige handed off the beers and shoved the empty glasses in the bin. “I have to write an article about”—she sent furtive glances to either side to be sure no one was eavesdropping, especially after Rachel’s laughter—“sex toys.”
    “And you don’t know anything about them. Surprise, surprise.”
    “No, I don’t. That’s why I want your help.”
    “Why don’t you get those two hunks you live with to help you out? That could be just the excuse you need to see them naked.”
    “I’ve seen them naked.” Not on purpose, but when three people lived together as long as they had, there were bound to be times a dick popped out. It usually took every ounce of her strength not to stare. As big as both guys were flaccid, she wondered exactly how big they could eventually grow.
    “I’ll bet you have.” Rachel sighed and glanced up as if seeking divine guidance. “I’d also bet you didn’t say a fucking word about how much you like them.”
    “Shh! Someone’s gonna hear you.” Since Mike was the restaurant’s general manager, all he needed to fuck up his life royally was someone getting wind of her stupid infatuation.
    There was a strict company policy against employee fraternization. The only reason she was allowed to work in the bar was because Mike convinced his boss that they were nothing more than friends. He’d even introduced Jude to show the stern district manager there was nothing between him and Paige except a shared lease.
    For a brief and entirely insane moment, she wondered how Mike’s boss—or even the Glad You’re Here franchise—would react if her fantasies were ever fulfilled and she was able to crawl in bed with both Mike and Jude. How would they handle one of their up-and-coming general managers fucking one of their bartenders while also getting banged by a male nurse?
    “You worry too much,” Rachel said with a dismissive wave. “No one cares who you fuck around here.”
    “Probably because I’m not fucking anyone.”
    “Stop pouting. We’re going to Candyland tomorrow and getting you a pile of sex toys—one of which you’ll be able to use to put yourself into a better frame of mine.”
     
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    Paige gaped at yet another display. Before she could even ask what the string of beads was for, Rachel grabbed one of the boxes and dropped it in the cart.
    A whole cart . They had an entire cart—albeit a miniature version of grocery store carts—full of sex toys, most of which Paige had no idea what to do with.
    “Before you ask, they’re anal beads. You push them in, then you pop ’em out one-by-one while you’re having sex. Helps build pressure and, just when you’re about to orgasm, you pull out the last bead and…whammo! Some people just wait until the right moment and jerk out the whole string at once.”
    “I don’t even want to know how you know that.”
    “Some of us actually use our vaginas.”
    “Sounds to me more like you use your ass,