Lost Toys
22 — Going Home
Ida Whitetree — Friday, July 10th, 2015
“Please, just hurry up a little,” I panted. I was fucking my hips up and down giving my all to the only man who I had ever let pick me up at the counter. Worse or thankfully, his two little whores were giggling in the shower. Gigi was passed out across the foot of bed, spooning exhausted teenaged flesh. She didn’t have a morning shift. I was going to need to wear yesterday’s uniform. I hoped I’d at least have time for a quick shower.
“You are absolutely gorgeous,” He ran his fingers up from the beautiful platinum bracelet he had given me to brush my chaotic hair over my shoulder, “I had never picked up a girl before a few weeks ago.”
“Well you got fucking good at it quickly,” I snarled but from the sensations not him, “Cause I’ve met the many guys who try and fail.”
“Ha!” He dragged me down for a kiss. He was a good kisser. He was a good lover. Who the hell was he? “I’m glad I picked you.”
I smiled at him. Fucking even harder. My vagina was sore. My shoulders were sore. I pulled the sheets up into my fists. I curled my toes against the mostly tossed away blankets. I was too sore to cum again. I was never good at coming a second time. My clit stung as I dragged it back and forth against his pelvis. I breathed hard through clenched teeth. My eyelids closed infinitely tighter. He dragged me up and down his cock. He kept me flush against his sweaty sticky chest. He breathed fire into my ear. He took a handful of my ass.
“Shit! Again!” I wailed. I felt like I was dragged through agony to salvation. Matthew kept rising his hips to meet me. I wobbled and growled. He came. I felt the twitch in my sex. The feeling of spilling seed never came. How many had he had? I prayed that his little tattooed slut wouldn’t bring him to bear again before I could leave.
“God, what a night!” He cheered and I kissed him. The alarm radio was broadcasting the time at me.
“I’ll say,” Despite or thanks to the other girls involved I had had a good time. I was just achy and partially electrocuted. He was smiling, “I should get ready for work.”
“Oh, so soon?”
“We’ve been in this room for twelve hours!” I blanched and he kissed my forehead. I wasn’t sure which parts of my body were limp as noodles and which were suffering from rigor mortis, “I’m going to be dead on my feet.”
“You are so very much alive on your back,” I laughed with him. Slowly, but before our drying cum and sweat locked us together like cement, I crawled to the side of the bed.
“You’ll say good-bye, right?” I asked and he smiled.
“Of course,” He grinned, “Now go, I should wake up Raena.”
He didn’t move and didn’t look like he was ready to move. I padded from the bed across the carpet. I didn’t envy the girls who had to clean up after Matthew.
“I can’t wait!” Gwen was ecstatic. She was kneeling in the bathtub. Her whole body was red from the heat and slick from the water. Sara was working conditioner into Gwen’s hair.
“I’m looking forward to seeing Carmen again,” Sara was saying. God, I couldn’t imagine there were more of them but I had heard the names Janine, Eden, Courtney, Deborah, Cleo and Misty all week. Now there was a fucking Carmen. I kept my questions to myself. Sara smiled at me.
“Yeah, I’m mostly looking forward to getting back to work,” Gwen grumbled, “I can’t believe how much I miss a routine. Plus, I need to start running. Vacation food is too much restaurant not enough healthy.”
“Hey Ida, do you need a shower buddy?” Sara asked as she took the showerhead from its hook and rinsed out Gwen’s hair. The shower had done wonders for Gwen. She had been a mess before Matthew let her head on in here.
“Actually, I was hoping for some alone time,”
“How’s Matthew?” Gwen stood up, glistening, she looked to me with genuine concern for Matthew. Sara seemed pleased.
“He’s getting ready to bother Raena.”
“Fuck,” Gwen stepped out and grabbed a towel. She was practically still drenched when she hurried out.
“What’s up with her?” I said, it was clear Sara was waiting for me to join her. A shower with her wouldn’t be the worst. Besides that scalp massage she had been giving Gwen looked nice. Sara was great with her fingers. I think I was most embarrassed after these two weeks that I was happy to take Gwen’s place in the shower.
“Gwen’s mad that she’s lending Raena her car for the morning.”
“She’s trusting that teenager with her caddy?”
“Matthew is.”
“Yeah, but it’s Gwen’s car.”
“And Gwen is Matthew’s.” I used to hate that kind of turn of phrase. In high school I wasn’t my boyfriend’s! But then I heard someone refer to him as being Ida’s. I finally got it. But Matthew was different. Look at all of us sluts. I felt sorry for Gwen. Sara’s started on my back as I worked my front. Her fingers felt incredible.
“You’re going to be pruny all day,” I told her.
“I like being in the shower,” She told me, “And I won’t have nearly as nice of a shower when we get home.”
Well, if she felt at home, I felt good. My muscles needed the hard rub and when I squatted down so she could wash my hair I almost felt like I caught some of those Z’s I had heard of. I sputtered alert to hear Matthew pissing not far from me.
“Hey, Sara,” He said yawning, “I’m going to cuddle up with Gwen, can you wake me up when Gigi’s ready to leave.”
“Matthew?” I asked as I wobbled to my feet. Sara steadied my elbow. I needed that.
“Yeah, doll?” I liked that he called me Doll. It was better than Sparky for Sara or Meat for Gigi. Cuddly, Angel and Princess were nice too.
“You’ll come by and say good-bye, right?” I turned and smiled at him. He was washing his hands and smirked at me in the mirror.
“I promise.”
I felt fluttery as I finished up in the shower. I kissed Sara on the cheek after she toweled me down. She fetched my uniform and my purse. I think my colleague was surprised and judgmental when I arrived down at desk from the stairwell and not the front door. I just smiled. That felt good. Besides Gigi, I worked with bitches. We barely said Hi before she rushed off to her break and I manned the desk.
I didn’t see Gigi all morning. Matthew stepped out of the elevator a little after 11. I was so jealous. I’d have killed for those 5 hours of sleep. They were all dressed breezy and comfortably. Sara was in a thin white summer dress. Gwen had on a pink tank top and short shorts. Matthew was wearing the t-shirt I had picked out for him. My stomach fluttered when we smiled to each other.
“Wizard!” We all turned to see Tiffany and Raena skipping in. The teens were looking lovely. Matthew swung Tiff up in a swirling hug. Gwen stalked down Raena for her keys. That was a fun look on Gwen’s face. Matthew or not, I wouldn’t have leant that girl a car.
“We’re almost ready to go.”
“We better hurry, she’s only there for about 20 minutes a day.”
“I know the schedule,” He petted Sara’s head and I was surprised her leg didn’t twitch. If she had a tail she’d lift herself off the tiles. All the girls passed him their room cards. I had got chewed out for letting one tenant have 5 for his room. I should have rented him another room but that wasn’t Matthew. He walked over to me.
“Ready to check out? Have you enjoyed your stay.”
“A little too much, I think,” He said laughing as Gwen attached herself to his right hip. She had all of these possessive gestures. Part of me was amused when she did them with Matthew’s cock in my mouth.
“Oh, we go above and beyond here,” I flashed a smile. He rubbed my index finger as I took his key cards, “We’ve covered your bill with the credit card you provided so you’re all set. We hope to see you again.”
“I’ll keep you in mind,” He promised. I couldn’t take it. I zipped around the desk and slaughtered him with a hug. He lifted my chin and kissed me.
“I’ll miss you,” He whispered.
“Go on,” I said, with a genuine smile working as a blockage of all the other emotions, “You’ve got girls waiting for you.”
“Yeah, we’re pushing this to the wire aren’t we?” He laughed. I received a gentle kiss and he didn’t look back as he walked out the front door with Gwen and Tiffany squeezing him.
“Ida?” My colleague snapped her fingers in front of me a few minutes later. I erupted. I couldn’t hold back the tears. What the fuck had I been doing? “Jesus, girl, get ahold of yourself.”
“Mais non,” Gigi was here? “Ida, cherie, avec moi, s’il te plait.”
“Go home, Gigi!” Grumbled the other. We ignored her as I was led to the breakroom.
“You are a mess,” She twisted my head on my neck.
“I’ll be fine,” I lied. She laughed at me and started unbuttoning her shirt.
“God, here! I don’t like girls. I know I did some shit this week but—”
“Tais-toi, pervert,” She pressed her hand over my mouth. She wasn’t wearing a bra. Her tits were nice and I was face to face with them. She pushed me back, “Take my shirt and give me yours. I’ll finish the rest of your shift.”
“I’m sorry,” I burbled. I struggled out of my uniform polo shirt. At least I was wearing bra.
“No, you’re heartbroken,” She smiled, “Cherchez votre amies. You’ll need ice cream and cheesy movies.”
“I honestly prefer pot and mini-golf.”
“That is because you are l’idiot.” She kissed me, just lightly on the lips. I smiled. I was going home.
Raena Flores — Friday, July 10th, 2015
I rode up to Tiffany’s house in Gwen’s car. Mr Luck was out the door before I had locked it.
“Hey you!” He said walking right passed me to look over the car, “Where’d you get this?”
“It’s a friend’s,” I said feeling my lips make a sarcastic smile. I tongued the back of my teeth. Crest toothpaste, no hit of Gwen or Ida or Sara or Gigi or Matthew. I can’t believe how good it felt to honestly be a slut.
“He’s not letting you drive it to Nova Scotia?” He flashed me a raised eyebrow.
“I didn’t really borrow it from her,” I talked fast, trying to construct a sentence that he’d believe. He did the work for me.
“Ah, it’s an excellent purchase then,” He stroked his jaw, “May I look around?”
“Uh,” Figuring Matthew would want me to assure our trip I handed Mr Luck the keys. He lit up, “Don’t take it anywhere. We need to get on the road.”
“I know, Tiffany’s up in her room.”
“Thanks!” I said a bit too chirpily but he didn’t notice. I hurried up the front steps and into their living room. Mrs Luck was standing at the bottom of the stairs.
“Get moving Tiff, Rae’s here!”
“Hi,” I said as Mrs Luck turned to greet me. She struck quick as a rattlesnake. I was prepared for the hug. She held me at arm’s length. “You know you’re dad called here looking for you last night.”
“I was with my boyfriend. I’m 18,” I defended.
“A proper good-bye then?” She raised an eyebrow and quirked her lip, “That Serge was cute but I’m glad you’re leaving him behind.”
“Me too,” I said and she punched my shoulder enthusiastically.
“So, tell me about your scholarship?” She said looking up and unhappily not seeing her daughter.
“What? I thought you talked to Mrs Dominguez when she called about Tiffany?”
“I did, but Tiffany had her choice between a full ride at U of T and UVic. You were less than an attentive student,” She admonished in a motherly fashion. I blushed. I never felt bad about 70s until Mrs Luck asked about them.
“Yeah, I’m not going into engineering like Tiff. I’m going into art and design.”
“Oh? I didn’t know you were artistic? What do you like? Painting? Sculpture?”
“Photography, I guess,” I said.
“Well it turns out there was a scholarship for those billions of selfies you take,” She laughed at me and I chuckled politely, “You won’t be attending Dalhousie with Tiffany?”
“It’s call NSCAD,” I started.
“Nascad,” She corrected my alphabet soup. I shouldn’t have been surprised that she was trying to trap me.
“They do use the Dalhousie dorms though.” I retorted.
“We’re still fighting for Tiffany to get a place in the dorms. Sherriff Hall,” which was the all girls dorm I refused to consider, “Was still full up. For the trip I’m told you’ll be staying with some other scholarship earners.”
“Yeah...”
“So, about your dad,” She poked me, “Have you stopped by this morning?”
“No, but I’ll text him.”
“That might not be enough,” She told me, “He’s worried.”
“He doesn’t have to worry, I’m an adult. Have been since February.”
“I’m ready!” Tiffany was coming down from her room. She had a hard plastic pink wheelie bag, her guitar case and a backpack. If you could see past all the luggage, she had on a scandalous crop top and tiny shorts. Mrs Luck tutted.
“Sometimes it’s when a parent needs to start worrying.”
“What?” Tiffany asked only catching the end of the conversation.
“It’s nothing.” Mrs Luck smiled, “I still wish you’d let us fly you out to Nova Scotia.”
“I feel the same, Mrs Luck,” Mr Luck walked in with his impenetrable big grin. I caught the keys only because they hit me in the chest first, “But you did not see that machine they’re driving? I’m almost jealous. It reminds me of all those amazing college road trips.”
“You mean the ones where you and your idiot friends went carousing across the continent for girls with loose morals?” I could always tell when Mrs Luck was being facetious. Mr Luck smiled even harder.
“Hey, don’t decry those girls! I ended up marrying one. I’ll have you know that she is a lovely woman.”
“Don’t worry mom,” Tiffany joined in, “I promise not to pick up any diner waitress college dropouts.”
“See, we raised a good kid,” Mr Luck squeezed Tiffany’s shoulders.
“Are you sure we can’t trade her in for Rae?” Mrs Luck counter hugged me.
“I told you a million times, we’d need to trade Tiffany and take another mortgage out on the house,” Mrs Luck said. I was grinning like an idiot with her arms around me. Matthew gave me a second place where I felt like family.
“Hey!” Tiffany gasped and then was picked up and swung around in a hug until she was thrown over Mr Luck’s shoulder. Her backpack swung up and hung awkwardly. He had to put her down.
“C’mon dear, let’s get them on the road.” I was given another little squeeze and directed to take the wheelie bag out to the car. There was a heavy silence as I unlocked the trunk and we loaded up. We all looked at each other with different smiles. Mrs Luck was manic with water on her eyes. Mr Luck was confident and proud. Tiffany looked to be about twelve coffees into an overdose. I wasn’t sure if I was smiling or faking.
“Alright, you’re loaded up. Are you sure you have everything?” Mr Luck asked as he closed the trunk. “You guys are travelling light. There’s room enough in here for another six bags.”
“We’re all set. I promise,” Tiffany grinned. I exchanged a knowing look with her.
“Yeah,” I agreed. Mr Luck hugs harder but less quickly than Mrs Luck. Tiffany and I were squeezed like bagpipes. I kissed Mr Luck on the cheek.
“How come you don’t kiss me like that anymore, Mrs Luck?” He asked with a laugh.
“It’s the drinking.” She said soberly. Mr Luck cackled like an earthquake.
“Farewell girls,” Mr Luck and Mrs Luck walked Tiffany to the passenger door.
“We’ll see you in two weeks, baby,” Mrs Luck kissed her daughter’s head again, “Don’t you dare let up on your instagram. I need to know my baby’s OK.”
“I promise, mom,” Tiffany grinned.
“Now get in the car while I squeeze the life out of my other daughter,” She laughed and Mr Luck closed the door over Tiffany. I was caught opening the driver’s door. I hugged back. It was either that or drown.
“Look after my daughter, Rae,” She whispered to me, “That way you’ll have someone looking out for you.”
“I promise,” I grinned and she brushed my hair with her fingers.
“I’m so happy for you Rae,” She whispered in my ear, “I always knew you were capable of great things.”
“Thanks Mrs Luck,” I grew teary eyed. The tears started in Mrs Luck’s eyes. Mr Luck smiled on stoically.
“Rae can’t drive with a parasite, Gail.”
“Oh, you just want to hug this pretty young thing yourself,” She laughed and hiccupped, pulling me into her chest. Her breasts felt like Tiff’s. I got a little wet. I felt so embarrassed.
“You kidding? I want to get this distraction out of here so I can have you all to myself!” He kissed his wife’s ear. I seamlessly moved into a hug with Mr Luck.
“Drive safe,” He told me.
“I will,” Matthew had forced that on me.
“Good girl.” He kissed my lips. I blushed, “Now go on. You’ve got a world to conquer.”
“Harold!” Quailed Mrs Luck. I jumped when he slapped my butt to push me towards the driver side door.
“You heard her, she’s 18 now,” Laughed Mr Luck. I was burnt red as I sat down in the driver’s seat. Tiffany was grinning at me.
“Get over here you dirty old man,” Mr and Mrs Luck waved to us in the rearview mirror as I drove out to reconnect with the Wizard.
Janine Porre — Friday, July 10th, 2015
The bell chimed overhead as I walked into the usual place. Every Friday at lunch I crossed the street to Heliopolis, a Greek place and spoiled myself to something other than a salad. It probably added another year to getting my body back from Jane but I liked having a life worth living.
“Hey there pretty lady,” The old pervert owner smiled at me, “Can’t get enough of Spiro, eh?”
“Please, I’m here for your wife,” I smiled.
“You’re just like the rest of them,” The harmless flirt laughed. I smiled.
“Busy lunch, it’ll still be a minute of three for your souvlaki.” He told me.
“No worries, I’ll be at my table,” I waved and took the booth closest to the window. I walked past two teenaged girls who kept looking at me. I smiled, lazily and pulled out my phone as I sat.
“Ow!” The little brunette, who was very much on display, rubbed her leg when the blonde kicked her. I turned back to The Huffington Post.
“Go on!” Hissed the blonde.
“But—”
“I’ll do it.” Upset with the brunette she crossed over to me. I looked up. “Hi.”
“Hi,” I looked over happy to see my food coming.
“Look, I’m sorry to bother you, but you can help my friend.”
“I’m not looking to buy anything,” I told her. She stepped out of the way for Spiro. I was hit by that wonderful pavlovian reaction.
“It’s not that. It’s my friend. She’s got this scholarship project and—”
“I’m not interested in a survey either.” I dismissed her. “Thank you Spiro.”
“I should be thanking you. Putting you in the window is good advertising.”
“Dog.” I laughed.
“Not for you darling,” He chuckled, “Lamb, I promise.”
“OK look,” The blonde went over and dragged her tart friend to me. “This is Tiffany. She’s got a scholarship from,” She jabbed her friend’s wrist forward and showed me a Forefront Foundation bracelet. I smiled. I had gotten a $500 Forefront scholarship out of high school. I spent all of it on hashish and diet Dr Pepper, “To confirm her scholarship she’s got to take her picture with a bunch of professional women. You dress like you get a nice paycheck. Help us out, one selfie?”
“Tiffany,” She squeaked like a mouse when I spoke to her, “My name’s Janine. Do you have more manners than your friend?”
“Yes, anyone would,” She stood up straighter, “Hi, I’d really like if I could take your picture so I could assure my scholarship.”
“What will you be studying?”
“Engineering. Biological engineering,” She said confidently.
“Where at? Hull?”
“Dalhousie, in Nova Scotia,” She explained.
Well fuck me. I had flunked out of Dalhousie. I couldn’t help but laugh. Getting out of Nova Scotia had totally turned my life around. It can’t be the same for everybody.
“Alright, but before my food gets cold, OK?”
“You’ll have to put this on, alright?” She had a Forefront slap bracelet. I held out my wrist. It snapped closed.
“Oh thank God,” The blonde whispered when I stood up and took a picture with the girl.
“Do you need to know what I do?”
“You’re a he—”
“That would be a lot of help,” The blonde overstepped her friend. I looked at Tiffany as her blush faded away.
“I’m a health and safety inspector. I make sure restaurants are up to code.” I told her. She nodded.
“So that means Heliopolis is a great place if you’d eat here,” The blonde declared, “We should go. Thank you Janine.”
“Good luck Tiffany. And try to train better friends.” The girls were giddy as they raced out of the restaurant. I rolled my eyes and lost myself in the meal. I blew a lazy half hour by myself. Happy to be away from my colleagues. I yawned. Paid Spiro at the counter and walked out into the sunshine. The weekend was going to be great. I wondered if Henry would care to get out of the city. Maybe leave Jane with his sister. I laughed, last minute plans never happened.
“Holy shit, Janine!” I flicked my head around at the sound of my name. I hadn’t heard his voice in 8 years but it felt like I had heard it yesterday. There he was. Smiling like a king with a beautiful woman on both arms. I relaxed, I smiled, I was happy.
“Oh my God! Matthew! You look old and fat!”
“Well someone had to, you really dropped the ball on this whole aging thing,”
“Thanks,” I laughed. I step forward and gave him a hug. He squeezed and was generally cool. Maybe Meghan was wrong about her brother. But I remained on my toes.
“Girls, this is Janine an old friend. Janine this is Sara,” he introduced the punkish looking girl in the sundress and dragon tattoo. His face lit up more honestly when he turned and said, “And this is Gwen.”
“Gwendolyn,” She took my hand and shook it.
“It’s nice to meet you, Sara and Gwen,” No one gets three syllables, “What brings you to Ontario? You haven’t moved out here have you?”
“No, we were just in town for Canada Day,” He said, “And kind of bummed around on a makeshift vacation.”
“Vacation from what? What do you do now?”
“I,” He blushed, “I actually am starting up a catering company. I’ve been in the restaurant business for 15 years now and—”
He was still a dishwasher? Well at least he was finally pulling his head out of his ass. I was happy for him. He told me about his life and never once asked about mine. I wanted to tell him about Jane. I wanted to hammer in about Henry. Instead we laughed over old stories.
“Oh crap,” I felt my phone vibrate in my purse, “Look, I’m wanted back at work. Are you in town for much longer? Maybe we could all meet up for dinner?”
“Yeah, dinner sounds good, but we’re heading out. Probably should be on the road already.”
“Oh, well that’s a bust,” I frowned. Uncertain if I was happy or not. Before Henry, life with Matthew had been amazing and hopeless. I was so conflicted. I took a look at Gwendolyn again. I felt better. She seemed a bit melancholy though. I really doubted there was much of a change.
“It doesn’t have to be,” He looked to Sara, “Does it?”
“Not at all Wizard,” She giggled.
“Wizard?”
“Yes,” I was spooked and turned to see the two teenaged girls behind me, “Matthew’s a wizard.”
I felt his hand on the small of my back, “C’mon Janine. There’s something you need to see.”
My feet moved. My stilettos clicking on the sidewalk as we approached the dark green car. I looked up at him and was afraid. I could only form five words. “Matthew, where are we going?”
“We’re going home.”