I shot her the dirtiest look I could muster, which really wasn't that dirty at all. I probably looked more constipated than angry. "Thank you for enjoying my agony."

"It happens," she shrugged, smiling. "Remember when my brother called me after he found out what I was doing?"

Ryan, Zoey's older brother, found out about his sister's pornographic occupation the worst way possible. By experiencing it. I was there when Zoey was listening through her voicemails one morning and the sound of his ear-splitting screams filled the line. I didn't think a man could reach that octave, but Ryan proved the impossible. Every other phrase on the recording was punctuated by "What the fuck!" and then followed by a pained scream. It took months, several conversations with me, and then another dozen with Zoey herself, to calm him down. He may have even gone to therapy because no one should see his or her sibling in that way— ever.

I was well aware that she was trying to make me feel better about being a embarrassed by bringing up something that I knew was really hard and very personal for her to overcome. The situation with Ryan was harder than it was when she finally came out to her mom. Mrs. Quinn simply shrugged, and then asked Zoey what she wanted for dinner.

I caught Nikki making a beeline toward us as we casually strolled past some booths. Her hazel eyes were sparkling like the Saharan sand under the sun on a perfect day, while the grin on her face was borderline demented. "Guess who just texted me?" she gushed.

Nicole had never gushed in her life, so I knew it was a momentous occasion.

It hit me and I gasped. "No!"

"Uh— yes!"

Zoey gasped then, putting a small hand against her negative 32AAA boobies. "No!"

"Yes, bitches!" Nicole clenched her fist right in front of the mini circle we'd formed.

Holy shit.

Holy shit.

Calum Burro had texted Nikki.

She thrust her brand new phone in my face. My eyes caught the unknown number with a Miami area code before seeing the message.

I want 2 talk about ur offer, sweet <3

I wanted to laugh at the fact that he put a heart instead of actually writing it out but I didn't. Instead, I put my hand up for Nicole to give me a high-five because her dream had come true.

She started galloping in place with Zoey air-spanking her ass, exclaiming, "I'm gonna ride that dick raw!"

Chapter 7

"I'm starving," I whined to the two assholes for the millionth time.

Zoey, Nicole, and I had been walking around for almost two hours going from booth to booth, looking at everything under the moon. In those few hours, I'd learned that there were a ton of variation in floggers, that women liked porn just as much as men did, and what a sound was— although that little ditty I wish I wouldn't have found out about. A couple years ago, Josh asked me to go with him to get tested for STDs. I, like the idiot I am, went with him, and even stayed in the room at his insistence.

What I saw that day in the doctor's office would haunt me for the rest of my life. I firmly believed that the only thing that should be coming out of a guy's penis was pee and semen. Nothing, and I mean nothing, should ever go in there. I think I screamed louder than Josh did when I saw what the doctor did to him. Sweet baby Jesus, I cried for the both of us, and my vagina clenched up like a steel trap for weeks. The only positive thing about the whole experience was the fact that Josh, as well as I, learned a very valuable lesson: wrap that pecker up. Every. Single. Time.

I picked up the sound, wondering what in the fuck a little steel rod was doing on the table, until Zoey whispered its purpose in my ear. I dropped that shit like a hot potato. Whatever makes a person happy is their business, and really, I could care less as long as it doesn't effect me but that... ughhh.