What the fuck just happened?
The next morning, I’m surprised when I open the car door and Mr. Roth isn’t there at all.
No, sitting on his seat is a little black box with a red bow tied around it.
“For you,” George says over the seat. Then he rolls up the privacy window so I’m completely alone.
Perplexed, I take the box and untie the ribbon, then open it. It looks like perhaps a very large jewelry box, so I’m expecting to find some sort of necklace inside.
Instead, though, I’m greeted by a series of large purple phallic objects. The smallest one is atad more slender than my vibrator at home, while the largest is…large. Very large.
A small note sits underneath them. I take it out, and it’s printed in embossed gold letters.
Ms. Kristoff,
Should you be interested, please use these. There is an instruction sheet below this note that will assist you.
If you are not interested, simply leave the box in the car.
You have the day off today.
Best,
Vincent Roth
I stare at the note, realizing we still haven’t left my curb yet. Setting it aside, I see the mentioned instruction sheet and start reading.
It’s a dilator set, intended to encourage pelvic floor relaxation and stretch open the vaginal tissue. The sheet describes how the user should start small and work their way up.
Again, I gape down at the largest phallus. There’s no way that would fit inside me, right? It’s a beastly thing, immense and intimidating.
There’s only one possible implication for this gift: Mr. Roth wants to have sex. And the biggest dilator in the set is close to the size of his dick.
Holy shit. I held it, I licked it, but seeing itlike this out in the open… I’m not sure I can take thatthere.
I knock on the window, and George rolls it down.
“I guess I’m leaving,” I tell him.
He nods. “I will pick you up tomorrow at the usual time.”
I wonder if he has any idea about the gift I was just given, but Mr. Roth is very private, so I doubt it.
Nodding absently, I take the box with me as I get out of the car. When I shut the door, it pulls away, and I’m strangely disappointed. I thought I would get to see Mr. Roth today, but I suppose he has more important things he wants me to do.
Carrying the box, I head inside my apartment. I don’t think I’ve ever been home on a weekday like this, not since I had the flu a year ago. It all feels surreal with morning light streaming in the windows and cars honking as they go by.
I have a job today, though. And I very, very much want Mr. Roth to fuck me, so I had better do it.
I manage to get to the third dilator in the set before I can’t take any more. There’s no way he’s as big as the biggest one, right? I think back to the first time Mr. Roth came into Octavio’s, and I couldn’t even fit my hand around him. He filled my mouth as full as it could be.
God, maybe it really is true to size. Is my body even capable of taking that?
After grabbing lunch at the lot of food carts, I puzzle over the next two dilators. Maybe if I really lube it up, it’ll work. But as hard as I try, I’m just not ready yet.
Damn. How long is this going to take?
Eventually, I work up the courage to text Mr. Roth. I only have his business phone, but I have a feeling he uses it as his personal one, too. I don’t think he has much separation between his professional and personal lives.
