sure to not drop it, okay? That’s the key in your exercise. You might have to squeeze it pretty tightly.”
Chloe held the egg between her fingers and shook the hanging silver chain. “No problem.”
Damien turned the doorknob and placed one foot into the hallway, then turned back to add, “I think I forgot to mention where you are to hold it.”
Chloe stood and nodded in understanding. “Oh, I get it,” she said. “You want me to hold it between my boobs, right? Like push them together while I’m walking?” She placed the chrome egg down her blouse and pushed her breasts together with her palms to hold it in place. “I’m going to look stupid walking like this, though,” she added, “unless the DJ starts playing the chicken dance.”
“No, not there,” Damien answered, suppressing a chuckle. He leant forward and spoke in a hushed voice. “Push it inside your cunt, Chloe,” he directed, “but slick it up with that balm first, okay? I’ll, uh, see you upstairs.” He turned and added, “Tonight is about you, Chloe. Trust in the method. Try to relax and let whatever happens, happen.” He left the room hurriedly.
Leaning back against his office door in the hallway, Damien took a deep breath and tried to calm himself.
Remember, it’s a service to others you offer, buddy, not a get-Damien-off strategy. Although, God knows you could use it.
He walked with brisk steps to the men’s room to splash cold water on his face before scaling the stairs to the balcony. It was going to be quite a show. He didn’t want to miss a single second of it.
Chapter Five
Chloe sank back down on the couch and held the egg up before her. The multitude of lights in Damien’s Sputnik chandelier were reflected in its gleaming chrome surface like a sky full of sparkling stars. The little egg seemed innocuous enough. She wondered about the little red light, though. She shook it, but heard and felt nothing except the jangle of the heavy ball chain as it swung.
She leant back and spread her knees apart. “One good thing about this skirt of Monica’s,” she muttered, “is easy access.” She held the pointed tip of the chrome egg at the bare juncture of her thighs. It felt cool on her heated skin. She slid it around a bit between the folds of her sensitive skin, biting her lip as it glided over her clit, then held it up to the opening of her cunt, now starting to grow damp with arousal. Those nipple clips seemed to be doing their job quite nicely.
“Here goes nothing,” she mumbled, and pushed the smooth ball inside. Her lower abdomen felt heavy and tight after its intrusion, but the feeling wasn’t uncomfortable. She stood and took a practice step. The short, thick chain rubbed pleasantly against her lady bits as she walked. The bells that swung between her tits jingled, but there were no big fireworks.
“I hate to say it, Damien, but this is kind of anti-climactic,” Chloe sighed, “and I’m not so sure it’s going to be enough to exorcise Mark’s ghost.” She glanced down at the table and her eyes caught the blue jar Damien had given her.
“Ah.” She nodded and picked it up. “The missing ingredient.”
Pulling out the toy felt much better than inserting it, Chloe learnt. She tugged on the silver chain and it slid out through her tight opening. She grew slicker by the second from the sweet pressure of the nipple rings and the heat of that tingly salve, but she was curious about the effect that the magical balm would have inside her.
Chloe dipped her fingers into the jar of gooey stuff and slathered it on the egg. It was difficult to manage—the fragrant goop made the toy slide through her slickened fingers and she almost dropped it on the floor. She caught it between her hands and pinned it between her spread-eagled thighs.
Slowly, so the thing wouldn’t go flying out of her hands, Chloe eased it back inside her. The effect was instantaneous—she felt tingling warmth spread on every
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