Pucked Love (Pucked, #6)(30)

Violet shudders. “So fun. Can we put those away now?”

“Are you afraid of spiders? This might help you get over your fear.”

“I’m fine. It’s okay.” Violet uses me as a shield.

“No really, you should try it out.”

“I can do it.” Lily steps forward.

We all look at her like maybe she’s lost her mind, but she smiles and holds her hand palm up.

“Okay. So imagine this is your clitoris.” My mom turns on her sexy Dominatrix voice and runs one of her talon nails along the length of Lily’s middle finger.

Lily shivers, but nods, eyes darting questioningly to me. I can’t save her now.

My mom picks up the black widow and makes it pretend crawl across Lily’s palm and up her finger—yes, it’s creepy.

“And this little spider is about to fire off all eight thousand of those nerve endings!” My mom wraps the little spider around the end of Lily’s finger and taps the butt.

Lily shouts her surprise, and then her jaw clamps shut. “Does it . . . bite?”

“Yes! And it vibrates. Research tests are showing that it takes the average woman four minutes to achieve an orgasm through the Black Widow Spidergasm model. That’s one minute faster than their previous model.” My mom maintains her Dominatrix sex sales voice through the entire spiel.

“Huh. That’s—”

“—incredible, right?”

“This explains a lot,” Violet whispers in my ear, still clutching my shoulder.

“I know,” I mumble.

Thankfully my mom’s phone alarm chimes. She pulls her pouty face. “Duty calls. That’s too bad. I would’ve loved to chill with you girls tonight.” She grabs my arm. “I know! Maybe you and all your girlfriends would like to come to the convention tomorrow.”

“Convention?” Lily asks. The spider is still attached to her finger. She keeps pushing on its butt, increasing and then decreasing the vibrations.

“Sexapalooza! It’s a great convention. I can get you all free tickets since I’m a presenter.” She puffs out her chest, clearly proud of this accomplishment.

“Will there be more stuff like this?” Lily holds up her spider finger.

“Oh yes! If it has to do with sex, it’s there.” My mom roots around in her purse and pulls out a handful of tickets. “Char-char will fill you in. I must be on my way.” She kisses me on the cheek. “I’ll be back later. You girls have fun!”

And with that she’s out the door.

Sunny raises her hand as soon as she’s gone. “Um, what does your mom do for a living?”

Usually I say she’s in the entertainment business, which is kind of true. “She’s a Dominatrix.”

“So what does she do, exactly?” Sunny wraps her hair around her finger.

“Basically she bosses men around until they have an orgasm.” That’s not totally accurate, but for the sake of simplicity, it works.

“Oh.”

“I’m going to have a glass of wine. Anyone else feel like a glass of wine? Or some shots? We could do shots.”

Poppy helps with the wine, and Lily pours sparkling juice into champagne flutes so Sunny and Vi don’t feel left out. I do two shots of Patron, and Lily joins me, because shots.

Once we all have drinks, we head for the living room. Lily still has the black widow spider attached to her finger, so Violet sits as far away from her as she possibly can. The game has already started, but the score is still zero on both sides.

Lily’s only half paying attention, still fascinated with the clit-biting spider. “We’re going to the convention tomorrow, right? Randy’s been talking about lingerie shopping and ball gags so . . .”

“You’ll be able to get your very own ball gag there for sure. And lingerie.” I mean it to be snarky, but based on their expressions, I don’t think anyone takes it that way.

Violet raises a brow. “I can’t wait to see your mom in action. She makes mine look like a dream.”

“I think your mom is interesting,” Sunny offers.

“Will they have these at the sex show?” Lily wiggles her spider finger in the air.

“Probably, but you can have that one if you want it.”

“Really?” Her eyes light up. I know Lily and Randy get it on, like, every five minutes or whatever, but I didn’t realize they were into the freak-a-leak business. Or it’s possible Lily is just now discovering her inner freak. It’d be nice to have a friend who’s freakier than me. Violet believes Vagazzling makes her adventurous.

“Sure.” I gulp my wine. “But I should warn you, it’s probably been used.”

Lily’s elation deflates like a balloon. “Seriously?”

“Yeah, like once or something? Especially if it’s a prototype,” I explain.

“Prototype?”

“Yeah. Sometimes my mom tests out products before they hit the market.”

“So your mom might’ve used this?” Lily peels it off her finger and drops it on the coffee table.

“Uh, it’s possible? I mean, it could’ve come out of the package, but I have no way of knowing, unless you want me to ask her.”

“That’s okay. If they have them at the sex show, I’ll buy one there.”