Page 5 of Friction

“You’ll still keep what you sell.”

“I don’t see how it’s fair. For you guys, I mean.”

Joel stopped and turned to face me. “Relax, Cash. It’s fair according to me.”

“Do you pay the other small businesses too?”

“No. Just you.”

How was any of this making sense? Joel continued walking, and I fell into step beside him.

We passed by the tables of the business that made bracelets, and there were two ladies setting things up. They smiled and said hello to us as we walked by. Next to their table was a guy setting up some samples and a price sheet. I remembered from his postcard that I put in all of the Equinox bags that he offers custom temporary tattoos. Might be interesting to look at.

Next to the temporary tattoo booth was the booth for the glass artist. His table was impressive and made my cheeks burn momentarily. He had tons of colorful glass butt plugs and dildos in a variety of shapes and sizes. On the fabric wall behind him were lots of large posters of him making the toys. It was super interesting, and I’d get to glance more at his work because my booth was next to his.

When I saw my area, I didn’t even know it was mine. Joel had asked for a few of my adult oriented sketches so he could put them in frames to display at my booth. I had no idea it would all look so amazing. Staring at my framed sketches was unreal. There were framed sketches on easels and some in smaller frames on the table. It was surreal, and I wished my parents could appreciate it.

“It’s like I’m a respected artist,” I blurted out.

“You are,” Joel confirmed.

I laced my fingers behind my head and gazed at everything Joel and Tristen had set up for me.

“There’s a receipt pad over there for you. Once you make an appointment, give them the top copy and then at the end of each day, give Ashlie at the front desk the carbon copies. She will charge it to their room and make sure the funds are deposited to your account.”

“Okay, that sounds easy.”

I took in my booth once again.

“I can’t believe all that you guys have done. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. Now, I need to get ready. I’ll see you this evening,” Joel said. He patted my arm before he left me standing there looking at my booth. I stared at everything for a few more minutes and then went back to my room to get ready for the event.

2

CASH

Ihad time for a quick shower and change of clothes before I wanted to be in the lobby. The dinner service would run from 5:00 to 7:00 tonight and the info sheet Ashlie gave me said that it would be casual attire. Casual attire was good for me because that was pretty much all I had. Braxton refused to mail me the suits I’d collected over the years in preparation for my career in law. When he mailed me my other clothes, he told me that since I’d made the decision to escape the law career that I needed to ditch the clothes that went along with it.

In the shower I jacked off to the fantasy of Tristen banging me and then Joel walking in and joining us. I’d never been involved in a threesome, but hell, I’d let the two six-foot-fuck-me-three Silver Fox Daddies do whatever the fuck they wanted.

While I dried off and got dressed, my thoughts should have been on the evening ahead of me, but I continued to think about Joel and Tristen. Exactly what was their deal? Remembering back to when I spotted them with the air conditioning tech on the deck of one of the cabins, I knew that they were close sexually. Maybe threesomes were their thing. I’d gladly be their third.

Since things were casual tonight, I opted for navy pants and a gray polo. I still had some time to kill, and since I was feeling extra confident and ballsy, I decided to call my mom. It took several rings, but she finally answered.

“Hello?”

“Hey, Mom, guess what?”

“You’ve decided to go back to school?” The sound of happiness in her voice at that prospect kind of made my heart sink. I heard her talking to Dad in the background. “Honey, Cash is on the phone and may be going back to school!”

“What? No, Mom.”

In the background I could hear my dad say, “Well, it’s about goddamn time. You tell him the registration late fees are coming out of his damn account.”

“Mom.” I tried to get her attention calmly. “Mom!”

“Goodness, what is it, Cashman?”