F*cking Awkward

F*cking Awkward by Christine Zolendz, Taryn Plendl, Ahren Sanders, Brooke Page, Aly Martinez, Carey Heywood, Brooke Blaine, A.D. Justice, Amanda Maxlyn, B.A. Wolfe Read Free Book Online

Book: F*cking Awkward by Christine Zolendz, Taryn Plendl, Ahren Sanders, Brooke Page, Aly Martinez, Carey Heywood, Brooke Blaine, A.D. Justice, Amanda Maxlyn, B.A. Wolfe Read Free Book Online
Authors: Christine Zolendz, Taryn Plendl, Ahren Sanders, Brooke Page, Aly Martinez, Carey Heywood, Brooke Blaine, A.D. Justice, Amanda Maxlyn, B.A. Wolfe
tightens her grip on me. “Sophie, was this your idea? Even for you, this is going a little far. ”
    “I plead the fifth.”
    “Fifth my ass! Payback is fucking hell, Jack.”
    He throws his arms in the air in an act of innocence. “I was bribed. There was no choice.”
    “Sexual bribery,” Ari mutters.
    “What the fuck?”
    “It was too tempting, serves you right. You should learn to behave when you have company.” Sophie smirks.
    My face starts to heat, and I open my mouth to reply, when Davis calls for us and I turn to see him waving from the edge of the lawn. “You coming, Dad?”
    Shit! I wish I was coming , I think to myself and shake the thought out of my head.
    “Be right there!” I yell, knowing there’s no way Ari will let me take her back into the cabin.
    “Don’t you need to change into your suit, Reed?” Sophie teases, still clearly happy with herself for interrupting.
    I kiss Ari on the forehead and step away before I throw her best friend over the side of the boat. An idea hits me, and I walk back into the cabin and shut the door halfway before looking back and locking eyes with Sophie.
    “Like I said, payback is hell. And since you’ll be bringing Jack to Chicago this weekend, I’ll have lots of opportunity.”
    The smile disappears and her face grows bright red. “You asshole! That was a surprise!”
    Ari sucks in a loud breath and then hangs her head to hide her amusement.
    “That’ll teach you a lesson. Don’t fuck with me when I have my wife in my arms. Consequences suck.”
    I slam the door as she starts screaming and Ari howls. My smile grows wider as I head into the bathroom to change and take care of my blue balls.

    C hicago
    Ari
    “Where the hell are you taking me?” I ask Sophie for the second time since leaving the hotel.
    “We’re here!” she announces, looking between the GPS on her phone and the building we’re standing in front of.
    “What is this place?” There’s no name anywhere to be found.
    “It’s a specialty women’s spa.”
    “What does that mean?”
    She drags me through the door, and I give a little squeak. At once, it’s obvious this is not like any day spa I’ve ever visited. It’s sexy, sultry, and intensely erotic. The walls are painted in deep red hues, and seductive music plays through the speakers in the ceiling.
    “What is this place, Soph?”
    “Isn’t it awesome?” she asks in a wispy voice, and I see her admiring a framed piece of art. The woman in the picture is almost completely naked except for a long pearl necklace and her vagina covered in jewels.
    “Sophie and Ari?” a woman asks, coming through a side door.
    “Yes,” Sophie answers, linking her arm through mine.
    “I’m Terri. I’ll be helping you with your selections and then turning you over to a specialist in charge of your treatments.”
    “I’m gonna do that.” Sophie points to the picture she was admiring.
    “Ahh, that’s a popular one. It’s a classic with our customers. I’m sure your husband will be very pleased.” She makes a note and then hands Sophie a clipboard. “Just complete this and we can get started.”
    Sophie takes it and abandons me to sit and fill out the paperwork.
    “And you? Have you thought about what you’d like today?” Terri questions.
    “Um, I think I’m confused. What kind of services do you offer?”
    Sophie snorts behind me, and I feel the heat rising up my neck and face.
    “Don’t be embarrassed.” Terri takes my hand and leads me to a counter, pushing a large photo album toward me. “We are a specialty spa, known for services more on the sexual scale. We also have an onsite photographer for boudoir shots. For example, your friend has chosen to have her vagina and pubis adorned with crystals.”
    “Like vajazzling?” I blurt out and slap my hand to my mouth.
    “Exactly, then we’ll take a few pictures for her as well.”
    “Holy shit.”
    “Would you like to see a few examples?”
    “I don’t think so.

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