Becca stares blankly at me. “You let her do what? And you did what? And what?”

           I nod while taking a sip of my steaming coffee. “And the worst part is, I wish she had done all that way before. I was scared, but once she slipped that dick into me while tied up and none of my senses were being used…Jesus Christ! Maybe, it’s because I was already worn down, and my body was already at that point of explosion, but all she did was slide it into me, and I fucking orgasmed like nothing I’d ever felt. No man has ever gotten me to do that. And the thing is, I’d probably never need that again. I want a man. I want dick. Not a woman.”

           Becca gasps, tilting her head the slightest bit. “But you had the most pleasurable sex of your life, so pleasurable that you’re going to have your bed either shampooed or you’re tossing it and buying a new one. Use a fucking plastic sheet next time, girl. I mean, we are women, and we know what we want. But I get it. You want a man in your life, and that’s fair enough. But I want to try her now.”

           “Please do,” I say as my pussy and tits still ache from last night. “I’ve never been rocked so hard in my life.”

           Becca’s lips curl into a sinister smile. “Do you think she pegs Ambrose with that cock?”

           My eyes widen, and my mouth drops open. “That’s fucking sick! I swear to God, if that thing was in Ambrose’s ass, I’ll kill her myself.”

           Becca roars in laughter. “It wasn’t. You and I both know Ambrose would never let anything near his ass. It’s probably strictly for her pleasure or to please other women. I mean, if you say it felt…”

           “It did!” I interrupt her, still throbbing deep inside my soul. “It felt identical to a cock.”

           “Dildo’s usually do.” She argues while playing with the morning newspaper sitting on my kitchen table. “What’s the point?”

           I chuckle with my lips closed as I look at her with a baffled look. “This is different. I have my dragon dildo, and it’s expensive. It’s so fucking expensive that most people would have to take out a loan to buy one. Her dildo makes mine look like a toy. Trust me. I don’t know where she bought it, how she got it; I’m terrified to think it’s a real dick plastered onto some moving mechanism.”

           “Okay!” She interrupts me. “That’s disgusting.”

           I laugh. “I don’t know how else to explain it. It’s ridiculous. I’ll get ahold of her right now. You swing both ways. You need to go through what I went through. Fuck! I want to go through what I went through again.”

           “Jesus, Mia. Settle down. Your cheeks are getting red just talking about it.”

           My phone vibrates, alerting me to a new message from Ambrose. “Jesus,” I say and slide my phone to Becca. “This guy is relentless. What does it read?”

           Her eyes slide past each word while I wait for an answer. Her lips curl into a smile. She returns her attention to me. “He said he would leave you alone and never contact Amber again if you gave him a hundred thousand dollars.”

           “That’s it? That’s pennies. He must be that hard up. He did marry someone with much money, thinking he’d get half. He never read the papers before signing them. I was thorough and ensured he didn’t get a dime if we divorced. Something told me we might divorce, and here we are…divorcing.”

           She raises an eyebrow and slides my phone back to me. “And? Are you going to give him the money? It’ll keep him out of your hair.”

           My eyes smile more than my lips as I look at the message. “He’s not getting a dime. If I give him anything, he will want more and more and not stop until I become his daily ATM. I warned him. And he knows me better than anyone. He’s fucking with the wrong person.”

           Becca leans back against her chair, her eyes narrowing and her nose scrunching while her lips curl into a sinister smile. “No one knows you better than I do. You did warn him, right?”

           I nod.

           She stands up. “All right. Let’s do this.”

           “Nah.” I shake my head and look down at my phone and another message from him. “I was married to the guy. He knows the rules. And the rules are plain. But he’s desperate. I’ll give him one last chance. Then, when I say we will take care of it.”

           “Okay.” She says with disappointment in her tone. “That’s fine. But what if I took care of it by accident without your permission?”

           “Becca. My father knows it’s not without my permission. He’s not going to listen to you.”

           She flashes her eyebrows. “I’ve known you since three. Your father was tipped off when it came to ‘you-know-who’ before Ambrose.”

           My elbows slide against the table as I lean forward with narrowed eyes. “That was you? I was under the assumption that he did it by himself.”

           She flashes her eyebrows and smiles. “Nope. That was me.”

           I exhale and text Ambrose, “This isn’t happening. Stop. If I have to message you again, you know what will happen. I’m not giving you a dime. I’ll be decent and pay for your rent for a month until you find a job, but I’m not transferring that type of money.”

           “Please!” He writes, and even through text, I can smell the beggar side of him. “Just this once. You have millions if not a billion fucking dollars. I only want a hundred thousand to get my business up and running. I promise I will never ask you for anything ever again.”

           “Send me the info about this business, and I’ll think about it.”

           “Deal!”

           Becca snaps her fingers. “What are you thinking about? Besides Ambrose and his bullshit.”

           My exhale is long, and a slight shiver runs through my body. “Honestly. I can’t believe a woman made me feel like I did last night. And I want more. But…I’ll let you go first.”

           “Jesus, Mia.” Becca chortles and snorts. “Amber is not an amusement ride.”

           “She was last night.”

           She raises a finger. “Either way. I’m considering seeing if I can go through what you went through last night. But do you know how fucked up that would be for me to do it and then you again?”

           My breath removes the tiny strands of my hair from my face. “We both are single. And this isn’t a love story. This is more…rated x.”

           “Rated x is an understatement. Porn videos have less sex than what you’ve been getting over this past month.”

           “Me?” I gasp in shock and laughter. “I’m not the one taking thick and long cocks.”

           She tosses the kitchen towel at me, brushing across my face. “You did with Amber. That might not be a real dick, but you are very clear that it seemed like it was, and didn’t you say you took the entire thing?”

           “Yes. But that was different. I could easily stop her. And she was slow and gentle.”

           “Not according to your bed. Which, by the way, what are you doing about that?”

           “I already ordered a new one. I paid extra to have it delivered today by five o'clock. And it’s the next generation of what I did have. It even massages you as you fall asleep.”

           Her eyes widen as she jokingly dances with excitement. “I’m sleeping in it with you. And not in that way. I just want a massage to fall asleep to.”

           “Uh-huh.” I joke and run my fingers slowly along her arm. “You want more than that from me. Don’t deny it, sexy.”

           She flashes her eyebrows and pulls away. “When I’m drunk, I always want to fuck you. When I’m sober, not so much. But back to reality. Get your head out of the gutter for more than ten minutes. What is the plan.”

           I glance at the clock. “You were leaving. I was going to…I don’t know what I was doing.”

           “You were about to go talk to your dad.”

           I pucker my soft lips and blow a kiss at her. “And you were going to have fun. Let me know how it turns out.”