SEVEN
HECTO
Bliss.Satisfaction.
“Did someone leave their tentacle dildo here? Gross, man. I hate cleaning up after blackout night. It’s like people think it stays dark even when the doors close. Not only do I have to see your discarded condoms and anal beads on the floor, assholes, I have to pick them up.” The voice was definitely not happy.
Someone picked Hecto up with black plastic on their fingers. “This one looks expensive though. Someone wasted a chunk of change leaving it behind. Oh well.”
Landing on a pile of paper towels in a large plastic sack, Hecto was too full of lust to care. The one holding it didn’t feel any kind of arousal. If anything, it was the opposite. That was okay. Hecto was fully sated.
Squeaking door, loud bang, then Hecto’s bag was flying through the air and landing with an echoing, metallic thump. Another loud bang.
Krax happy too. Krax is closer. He’ll admit that Hecto was right.
But first, a nap.
CHAPTER
EIGHT
KRAX
“The Boatyard,”Elsie exclaimed. “Why didn’t we check the sex clubs first? I feel like such an idiot.”
We’d walked over ten miles from where the portal crack opened here in Chicago. It seemed improbable that a blind tentacle could have made it this far without getting run over or chopped to pieces.
Hecto had been determined though, obviously. “Not your fault,” I told her, following the ache in my groin where Hecto was meant to attach. The fucker was resting like it hadn’t upended my entire life to get laid.
We walked up to the door, and a big bouncer eyed us tiredly. “Club’s closed. Come back tomorrow.”
Uko gave him a bright smile. “Thanks, but we left something inside. Something important.” He winked at the security guard who just glared.
“We don’t have a lost and found, buddy. Cleaning staff goes through and throws anything left behind in the trash. It doesn’t matter if it’s your phone or your butt plug.” He looked at his watch and the lightening sky. “It’s trash day, and they arrive pretty early. I wouldn’t go fishing around in the dumpster here for anything short of a suitcase with a million bucks inside, butI’ll be out front here, not around the back. What you do in the back alley is your business.”
Uko tipped his chin in thanks, and I muttered my own, “Thank you.” It would serve Hecto right if it got sent to the waste center, but I didn’t really want to go through the pain of my cock being put into an incinerator, so I ran toward the back alley. There were four dumpsters, and Elsie looked at me.
“Do you know which one it’s in?”
I shook my head, but I knew it was here somewhere, napping. Fucking dick. “It’s definitely out here though.” I banged on the first dumpster. “Hecto! Wake the fuck up.”
It was too stuffed on whatever the fuck it did inside a sex club. I almost didn’t want to know. I mean, in my long life, we’d done some wild things, so I was sure it wasn’t anything unusual, but I hated it doing it when I wasn’t there to monitor things. It was still asleep, and I could hear the sound of a garbage truck in the distance.
“Damn it to Hell,” I grumbled and opened the first lid. I jumped in, using my tentacles to wade through what smelled like old fish and felt even worse. My tentacles protested, but fuck it. They should have tried harder to keep Hecto under control. “You’ll think about this moment next time it wants to fucking sneak into the mortal realm,” I mumbled to them.
Headlights lit up the alleyway, and Ukobach swore. “You owe me one,” he yelled, flipping open the lid of another dumpster.
“Uko, wait, boost me in!” Elsie yelled over the sound of the truck.
“No freaking way. You’re in a dress and not wearing underwear. There’s no way you’re getting in a filthy dumpster,” Uko argued, and I had to agree. “Just keep a lookout, and if the driver makes it close, flash him your boobs and keep him distracted until we find Krax’s penis.”
“There’s a sentence I never thought I’d hear,” she muttered but played lookout. I vaulted into the next dumpster, and this one smelled better, but I still couldn’t find Hecto. My tentacles and I ripped open every bag and searched every box, but nothing.
“Guys! Hurry up, he’s only two dumpsters away!” Elsie yelled, and I climbed out of the one I was in and jumped into the next one, Uko right behind me.
We frantically tore through bags, and I touched things I didn’t want to think about too hard. This was taking too long.
“Lady, those are nice tits, but I’m on a timeline!” the truck driver yelled outside.
