Setting her alarm for five minutes early, she slid under the covers and tried to get to sleep with the long, thick dildo still firmly lodged inside her.
Twenty
But it wouldn’t come out the next morning either.
Luci tried and tried, yanking on the scent collector until it felt like she was trying to pull her own insides out, but it was no good—it was like someone had super-glued the damn thing inside her pussy.
“Madre de Dios —what in the world am I going to do?” she moaned as she looked between her thighs at the stubborn scent collector. The base of it had darkened again—it was almost purple now, she saw. But it still wouldn’t come out.
“I can’t go to work with this thing inside me!” she muttered to herself.
But in the end, that was exactly what she was forced to do.
Her mom came over to watch the kids and Luci left the house as quickly as possible, finding she couldn’t look her in the eye. She spent her whole Sunday shift at Purrs and Paws shifting uncomfortably until Rochelle said,
“Girl you got fire ants in your pants or something? What’s wrong with you?”
“Nothing,” Luci lied uneasily. “Or, well, nothing much.”
Rochelle raised an eyebrow and put one hand on her ample hip.
“Define nothing,” she demanded. “And while you’re at it, tell me what happened up at the Kindred Mother Ship. Did Raze agree to loan you some money for a lawyer?”
Luci shook her head.
“No but I found another way to, er, make some cash.”
She shifted her hips again. Was the scent collection dildo getting firmer and more rigid inside her? It certainly felt like it. It felt heavier too—like it weighed about a ton. But still, every time she went to the bathroom and tried to get it out, it wouldn’t budge. What the hell was going on with it?
“How?” Rochelle demanded.
“How what?” Luci had lost the thread of their conversation in her preoccupation with the thing inside her.
“How are you gonna make the cash you need?” Rochelle asked patiently. “Honestly, Luci, where’s your head today?”
“Sorry…” Luci grimaced. “It’s just…I’ve kind of got a situation here,” she admitted. “And I don’t know what to do about it.”
“All right. Spill.” Rochelle made a “come on” motion with her fingers. “What happened and what’s going on?”
Luci was almost too embarrassed to talk about her awful predicament, but Rochelle was her best friend and she knew the other girl wouldn’t breathe a word to anyone about her problem.
“It all started when I went up to the Mother Ship and found this place called a ‘Scent Shop,’” she began.
“A Scent Shop?” Rochelle frowned. “What’s that? Some kind of perfume store?”
“No! I thought so too,” Luci exclaimed. “But it’s not that at all…”
She meant to only tell a little bit, but somehow the whole story came pouring out. Rochelle’s eyes got wider and wider as Luci explained what had happened.
“Oh my sweet Lord,” she said at last, when Luci finished. “You mean to tell me you have a Kindred-sized dildo stuck up in your coochie right this minute and you can’t get it out?”
Luci nodded miserably.
“And I don’t know what to do! It’s supposed to come out after you wear it a couple of hours and it gets dark enough. But mine is really dark purple now and it’s still stuck up in there.” She pointed between her thighs and grimaced. “What should I do? You know I don’t want to go to the doctor with this thing in me!”
Not that she could afford a trip to the ER, since she had no insurance, she thought grimly.
Rochelle shook her head.
“Girl, you’re a mess. The way I see it, if it’s a Kindred dildo, you’re gonna have to ask a Kindred how to get it out.”
“Ask a Kindred! You don’t mean call Raze again, do you?” Luci asked desperately.
Rochelle lifted an eyebrow.
“You got a better idea?”
“About a thousand of them! Anything is better than admitting to your ex—well sort of ex—that you’ve got a dildo stuck inside you!” Luci hissed.
“Well, you’re gonna have to suck it up and do it anyway,” Rochelle said firmly. “Unless you want to march your dildo-wearing ass down to the HKR building and ask for help from some Kindred you don’t know.”
Luci had to admit, that sounded considerably worse. She didn’t want to have to call Raze again and consult him about the damn dildo stuck in her hoo-hah, but he had given her the Think-me device, which she still had in her purse. Maybe if she called him now, he could come over tonight and tell her what to do.
“All right,” she said miserably to Rochelle. “I guess you’re right. But Dios—it’s so embarrassing!”
“Well, would you rather be embarrassed or walk around with an alien sex toy shoved up your coochie the rest of your life?” Rochelle asked practically. “What else can you do?”