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Back Losers: Part I Save as PDF
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  2. Content Note
  3. A Note From The Author
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  56. Acknowledgements
  57. Also By Harley Laroux
  58. About The Author

“Yep, they replaced the old tire shop when it went out of business,” he said, taking his keys from the ignition as he opened his door. “Pretty sure there were protests when the place opened up. It really got some panties in a twist around here.”

We met at the back end of the car. We couldn’t have looked more like polar opposites — his tie-dye and long hair in comparison to my carefully preened ponytail, heels, and a white blouse. I hadn’t been sure what to wear, but my rule was always to overdress, just in case.

To judge from the way his eyes were roaming over me, he liked what I’d chosen. I couldn’t see his eyes beneath those sunglasses, but I noticed as he licked his lips and subtly adjusted himself.

He held out his hand, nodding toward the shop. “Shall we, fucktoy?”

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27

Vincent

Satin Novelties made me feel like a kid in a candy store. Sure, everything was online now and I could easily order whatever items I wanted to be delivered, but there was something so enjoyable about wandering around the physical shelves, stumbling upon an unexpected item and letting your imagination run wild. Especially when I had the source of so much inspiration right in front of me; her hand in mine.

I led Jess inside, the bell on the door jingling as we entered. Almost instantly, a hand shot up from the front of the store, near the register.

“Welcome in!” a cheerful voice called. “My name is Julia. Let me know if you need any help!”

“Wow, that’s a lot of enthusiasm,” Jess said softly, and I smiled to myself as we wound between the shelves of lube and erotic novels toward the front counter. A young woman with long bright red hair was sitting behind the register on a stool, a wide smile spreading across her face when we walked into view.

“Who let this clown in here?” she said. She hopped off her stool, coming to rest her elbows on the counter. “Oooh, but you brought a cutie along with you! Did he kidnap you? Blink twice if you need help.”

“I mean, it wasn’t exactly a kidnapping,” Jess said, glancing over at me mischievously as she played along. “I got in the car willingly.”

“Well, considering this weirdo hasn’t tied you up yet, you’re in a better spot than most victims that end up in his deathtrap of a car.” She held out her hand, and Jess took it with a smile. “I’m Julia, by the way. You must be Jessica. Lucas mentioned you’d be coming by.”

“My car is not a death trap,” I said. “Just because my driving scares you doesn’t make it deadly.”

“Mm, nope, I think it’s pretty deadly.” She pursed her lips, waving me away. “Go shop or something, would you? Give me and Jess a chance to get to know each other.”