I blush. "Honestly? Flattered. Awkward." I giggle and Lilly's smile widens.
I didn't realise I was the 'Golden Girl' of the District. I wonder if I'd still be their Golden Girl if they knew what I let Max Butcher do to me last night...
The entire time they're packing up, I can't wipe the beam off my face. I wave goodbye to Lilly and the crew before going back inside my studio to call Toni. I put him on speaker phone. Laying the device on the floor beside me, I begin my stretches.
Toni's voice sings through the phone as soon as he picks up. "Did they make you wear something God awful?"
"No." I move into the thread the needle position, twisting my hips so my shoulder touches the floor. "I'm just in a leotard and legwarmers."
"I can't talk to you anymore. You're just too fabulous for me these days."
"I'm a Golden Girl." I laugh.
"Oh, my giddy aunt, is that what they're calling you?"
"Yep."
"I'm mortified and jealous. I'm jortified."
I giggle. "Tell me what's the next move I make... with Max."
"You don't make a move, Golden Girl. He will."
"Um." I swap arms and press my shoulder into the mat. "We kinda parted in an awkward way. I want to like apologise or something."
He tsks at me. "Apologise for the blue balls you gave him? Yes, they hurt, Cassidy. You hurt Max. I hope you're happy."
"You're not helping."
He chuckles. "Then we are right on track."
"I want to make it up to him."
"Good! Suck his dick."
"Toni." I sit up and stare at the phone. "I have no idea how to do that. And it's Max Butcher. He's probably had more blow jobs than hot meals."
"He'll appreciate the effort. Trust me."
I move into the downward dog position, walking on the spot and stretching my calves. "Fine, how do I do it?"
"I'm so thrilled we're having this conversation! This is where I shine. So first, forget the term blow job. You don’t blow on it. Well,youdon't blow on it. I might."
"Gross, Toni."
"Alright, so you suck him slowly. Leisurely. Keep the foreskin up... if he has foreskin. I imagine he would because they're all Catholics."
"Max is Catholic?" My mind drifts to his mouth between my legs. "He must go to confessiona lot."
"Well, his dad is part Sicilian and they are very Catholic, so I presume so."
"How do you know all this?"
"Twitter."
"Riiight.You know that if YouTube, Twitter, and Facebook all became one platform, it could be called You-Twit-Face." Which about sums up my feelings towards those social media platforms.
He laughs. "I'm stealing that one."
