“Just checking the waters,” Marco answers.
“Waters are acidic,” I say in my most icy tone looking him over with my most condescending look, “might dissolve your balls.” Look at me, getting all good at this being someone else thing.
He sucks in his bottom lip before he lets it go with a plop. “God, now I really want to buy you a drink.”
Oh god no. I don’t want this. I’m roleplaying with Gil, or Toby, or no! No! I can do this. I can do hard things. I let myself get fake abducted to get my friend back, surely I can manage to tell this guy to back off. Screw being a delicate flower. I’m boss bitch Ginny.
“Not happening,” I tell him. “Maybe when you’ve grown up a bit.” I’m totally bluffing my way through this. He’s at least as old as I am, but he gives me a wink and moves away again.
“Guess you really have no problem bossing people around, Ginny,” Toby says, cleaning the counter in front of me.
“That’s what I do for a living, so I’d better not suck at it.”
“Must be stressful.”
“Very.” Our eyes lock and there’s this excitement in my stomach. I make sure my eyes stay focused on his. “So, this not with clients rule, how hard is it?”
“Oh, it’s a hard limit,” he says, his eyes twinkling.
“Shame,” I say, trying to twirl a finger through my hair, only to remember that I’ve put it up in a bun. “Does your boss allow you to show me around, or are you supposed to stay behind the bar?” Ginny is being much more forward then I’d ever dare to be.
He hesitates for a moment. “Give me an hour, and I’ll show you around.”
In the hour I spent watching him, I get a whole new insight into what it is that Gil actually does. It’s way more than making drinks. It’s making sure that everyone is safe and having fun. It’s setting boundaries for them, in which they can safely explore loosening up a bit.
In the meantime I’ve had another margarita, and Toby practically force fed me like a whole tin of olives, because no matter who I am, Ginny, or just plain old Mor, I’m a lightweight and I don’t handle my booze all that well.
“So Miss Ginny, you wanted a tour,” Toby asks me after what feels like an eternity.
“Yes, show me the way,” I answer as I get up from my chair, a little wobbly on my legs to be quite honest. He walks in front of me into the hallway with all the back rooms, and opens up the first one to let me have a look.
“So, we’ve got different kinds of rooms. There’s some themes. We’ve got a dark room. We’ve got plain rooms with just a bed. You can spice it up as much as you want to,” he explains, even if he knows perfectly well I know this already.
“Which room would you recommend for someone who wants to lose complete control as you so eloquently put it?” I know exactly what Ginny is going to do. I’ve spent the last hour thinking of everything that Ginny would do. And I know exactly how I want this to play out.
The only uncertain factor in this whole plan, is that I don’t have a clue as to how Toby is going to react to all of this. He takes me to the room with the X-shaped cross on the wall, and steps aside as he lets me look inside.
I step in like I own the place, taking a quick look around, before I grab Toby’s arms, pull him inside and close the door. I make him back up, using my body, and I’m fairly certain he lets me, because he could shove me back in a heartbeat.
“I’m pretty sure this is not on the menu, Ginny,” he says as he stares down at me, but doesn’t touch me.
“Oh come on, like you can’t be tempted to break the rules,” I answer as I raise my brow and palm his hard-on.
“If you want me to break the rules, you don’t get to be in charge. You need to let go completely.” He steps forward, and presses his chest against mine, making me back up.
“Completely?”
“Hmhm.”
“What would that entail?” I ask him, genuinely curious.
“If we were to hypothetically break the rules, I’d get you naked, bind you to that cross behind you and have my way with you.”
I swallow hard, feeling my insides clench. “I don’t know if I can trust you, Toby.” My voice is raspier than it usually is, and the lines between roleplaying and real life are becoming a little blurry.
“I guess you’ll have to find out,” he says before he walks to the door, somehow wiggles a key somewhere out of his tight fitting leather pants, and closes it.
I can feel my heart thumping in my throat as I wet my lips and start to take my clothes off. Ginny wouldn’t wait for instruction or permission, she’d take control until it was taken away from her. She’d own herself like everything about her is desirable, and I have to say Ginny is starting to rub off on me a little. When I’m naked as the day as I was born, I stick my breast out proud, and put a hand on my hip, looking confident as hell, which I certainly am not.