Gwen groaned.“I knew it.I knew it was going to be butt stuff.”
“And the ‘two hours’?”Chloe wanted to know.
Gwen abandoned the ice cream to slap her hands over her ears and sing, “La la la, I’m not listening, la la la.”
“Because that’s how long I’m supposed to keep it in,” Bailey told Chloe.“Two hours a day, every day, until the big bang.”
“So he’s, what, training your asshole?”
“That’s his story.I think he’s just trying to make me extra horny.”
“Will it?”
“Hell, yes.”
“Go, Nash,” Chloe chortled, then nudged Gwen’s foot.“You can stop singing now.”
“What?”Gwen shouted back.
Chloe leaned forward to grab her arms and yanked them down.“I think it’s hot.”
“It is,” Bailey agreed.“It’s also diabolical.”
“Why?”
“Because I can’t come.”
“Come where?”Gwen asked around a mouthful of ice cream.
Bailey just stared at her while Chloe dissolved in a fit of giggles.“Orgasm, Gwen.”
Gwen swallowed, blushing to the roots of her hair.“Oh.”
“Why can’t you come?”Chloe asked.
“Because Nash, also known as the Orgasm Police, said so.”
“There’s a new sheriff in town,” Chloe drawled, grinning.
Gwen wrinkled her nose.“And you’re going along with this why?”
“I’m not really sure,” Bailey admitted.“I almost told him to go fuck himself.”
“So, why didn’t you?”Chloe wanted to know.
Bailey shrugged.“Because it’s hot, and it’s fun.”
“There’s nothing fun about not coming,” Gwen muttered.
“It’s part of the game,” Bailey explained.“You know, the whole I’m-not-in-control thing.”
“He’s setting the tone,” Chloe explained.
Bailey nodded.“Yeah, and I want to see where he goes with it.”
“I kind of wish I could be there Sunday to see how this plays out,” Chloe mused.
“Fine by me, but you have to clear it with Nash.”