2 - Ivy of Flagstaff

Betty rumbled across the California border and into Arizona. Casey leaned against the passenger side door. Her bare feet wiggled on Hale’s lap. She hummed and smiled, stark naked.

Hale wore a shirt, and his cock flagged, but that could be explained by the wetness shimmering in the morning sun on Casey’s chin and throat. She ran her fingers up the window, rocking out to old rock and roll banging on the speakers.

They’d been out of Barstow less than twenty four hours. Their adventure had been little more getting to a cheap motel and fucking each other raw. They were functioning on very little sleep and very stale coffee.

“You want breakfast?” he asked.

“I’d have to get dressed,” Casey said.

“Then I’d get to strip you after,” Hale bartered.

Casey erupted in warm giggles. She bit her lip, her hazel eyes glinting.

She finished her song and straightened. Hale rested a hand on her ankle and the side of his fist on the steering wheel. They made it another mile before they pulled off the road and down an off ramp to a tiny town of about twelve thousand. It didn’t take much to find a little diner. He pulled deep into the parking lot and they struggled to dress without flashing too much to the busy little breakfast nook.

No one paid them any mind.

No person.

Hale stepped out into the dust and found himself face to face with a coyote. He stopped as Casey jumped from the driver’s seat and onto his back.

“Look at her! She’s adorable!” Casey pointed.

“You think it’s a girl?” Hale asked.

“Boys have dicks, right Miss Coyote?”

“I dunno,” the coyote answered. “How much dick have you had these past ten days?”

Casey squealed and it was all Hale could do to keep her steady on his back. He elbowed the truck door closed.

“At least I’m not totally bonkers,” he said.

“You’ve talked to coyotes before?!” Casey asked. She elbowed him. “And you didn’t tell me?”

“Don’t leave your empty cup unattended,” the coyote said. “Especially not so someone can see it from the window. What would you do if it got stolen?”

“Shit,” Hale said, dropping Casey to the ground.

“Hale ... Coyote, I--”

The coyote had run off.

“Hale!” Casey squealed. Hale grabbed the ring, stuffed it into his pocket and frowned. He looked at her. “Get your bag.”

“OK, why--”

Hale pulled the zipper, dropped the ring in the bag, and zipped it shut. “It doesn’t leave your shoulder...” He worried she wouldn’t be able to do anything. “It stays in reach at all times.”

“Yeah, fine,” Casey said.

“Are you going to tell me about the coyote?” she asked.

“What I can.” He agreed.

They ate a pile of pancakes and bacon, sipping coffee, and tipping their waitress. The little diner was mostly full of locals, but it was clear they got a handful of folks off the interstate and the whole town was warm and welcome.

Hale washed down a blueberry pancake and smiled as the waitress poured his cup full again.

“I don’t think hoarding the ring is enough,” Casey said. “I think it’s a danger if it’s not on someone’s finger.”

“Yeah, what do you think happens to us if I get that on another girl’s hand?”

Casey blushed to her ears. She pulled her cap down over her face and leaned in to speak to him. “Something I can live with.”

Hale grinned.

“Curious?”

“Not before these,” she spread out her fingers to show off the ring. “But, I think I am, yeah.”

“Fine,” he said. “Then we need better answers.”

“I’ll send more emails,” she said.

He frowned. “Right, but we should do something fun.”

“Fun darlin’?” the waitress asked while she was walking back from another table.

Casey looked the waitress up and down. If she was twenty years younger, she’d still know Hale would veto her. She felt like she had a loaded gun in her bag and not in the comforting way.

“Flagstaff’s a dark sky city,” she said. “Not far down the road. Stars to infinity. It’s romantic. The whole place is just spiritual. You shouldn’t miss it.”

Hale looked at Casey.

“I don’t know about you,” he said. “But I’m feeling a little spiritual lately.”

“And we haven’t stopped being romantic for over a week,” Casey said. Sending the waitress laughing to another customer.

Terry Hofstetter lit a cigarette on the balcony of his New York apartment. His wife was inside. They’d been at odds for a while. She didn’t like the fighting amongst the Hofstetters. She was happy enough to send Betty to her boy.

Old Marcus had been an enigma. Few men left the world with that many women pissed at him.

“Terry?” Linda pulled the glass door open and came out with Terry’s phone. Terry found it so intrusive how Linda could answer his cell phone. “It’s a friend of yours. Soren. Do I know him?”

“No,” he said, taking the phone. “Go back inside.”

“Yeah,” she said, unhappy to be dismissed, but she also hated the smell of cigarettes and would’ve retreated if he didn’t send her away like that.

“Soren? You got a hit?”

“Some email from a ... Casey Evans. The name mean anything to you?”

“No, not at all,” he said. “Well, what is it?”

“College kids, looking for translations for some Nordic script. Script that matches letter for letter with the runes you sent me. And ... both phrases are etched into rings. Sent pictures.”

“Fuck! That’s it! That’s what I’m looking for. What can you tell me about Casey Evans? Who is he?”

“Didn’t really give me much to go on. Email’s from a Barstow Community College add--”

Terry hung up in Soren’s ear. He yanked the glass door open.

“Terry? What--”

“You told me you searched that truck, top to bottom.”

“Betty? The one I sent to Hale? What about it?”

“How the fuck did you miss it?!”

“One, you don’t get to yell at me like that, I’m not--”

“Linda!”

“I didn’t miss anything! I even filmed the whole inspection. You watched it. Six times I might add, before you said it was ‘good enough’ and we could send the truck to Hale. If I missed something, you did too.”

“Goddammit!” he said. “We’re going out to Barstow. Call your son.”

“Oh! Pretty!” Casey said, pointing out yet another girl as they walked down the street. They’d parked Betty at the motel and were out looking for dinner. And another girl.

“Yeah, not bad,” Hale agreed. “You’ve got great taste.”

“Well, I’m gonna have to like her too,” Casey said.

“Yeah,” Hale sighed.

“What?”

“Is hot enough? There’s lots of hot. That’s the eighth girl you pointed out since we got into town. But, you’re gorgeous.”

“Thank you,” she said, kissing his cheek.

“And you’re fucking cool,” he said. “I don’t want just gorgeous.”

He gestured for Casey to turn. She looked up and down. “Really?”

“I wouldn’t be into this kind of new age-y shit, but...” he wiggled his ring in front of Casey’s eye.

“It’s just going to be a bunch of healing crystals and costume jewelry,” Casey warned, but she went through the door Hale held open anyways.

“Oh, a gentleman!” The girl at the counter said. “Nice. Most of the guys who come in here are a bit too ... I don’t know. Hi! I’m Ivy. Are you looking for anything special.”

Ivy was a petite Latina girl with vivid, and somehow understated, makeup. She was pretty, not much older than Hale and Casey. She had long flowing black hair and deep brown eyes. She was dressed in a small black dress, low-cut, and finished with a black choker around her neck. A muted turquoise sat on her throat.

“Maybe,” Casey said. “You just hawk this stuff or do you know your shit?”

“I know my shit,” Ivy said, smirking, dimple forming in her cheek. She zigzagged around the glass counter. Casey elbowed Hale excitedly as Ivy came over.

“Maybe,” Hale said.

“Maybe I know my shit?” she asked. “Try me.”

Hale grinned. “You ever seen something like these before?”

He lifted Casey’s hand and then his own and showed the rings to Ivy.

“Oh! Adorable!” she said. “You two are so cute together! We’ve got some Nordic carved skulls and some witchcraft shit over this way, but that’s mostly for the tourists.”

“Yeah,” Casey said. “We’re more interested in the real magic. The spooky or weird.”

“Oh god! Me too!” she said. “C’mon, I’ll show you some of my favorites.”

“She’s not boring,” Hale said before they followed Ivy deeper into the store.

“She’s certainly inviting,” Casey said. “And wow! Her ass is fantastic!”

“Thanks!” Ivy said, turning and sticking out her tongue. “My ears are even better.”

She giggled and waved them in. Casey blushed in embarrassment.

Her back room was stacked with totes and boxes and labeled with carefully written tape on the front, saying things like ‘haunted candlesticks’ or ‘magnetic rocks’ or ‘feather necklace from dig site.’

“Most of the store’s business is done online,” she said. “And the really fun stuff, well it’s back here cause tourists want baubles, the big buyers require FedEx.”

“These rings are supposedly tied to the legend of Draupnir,” Casey prompted.

“Yeah?” Ivy said. “Odin’s rings make eight more every nine days. Cool.”

“Yeah,” Hale said. “I think the story’s a bit embellished.”

“It is a myth,” she said.

“Right, this ring,” he raised his. “Has only made two so far.”

“We’re going for it?! Just like that?” Casey asked, smiling brightly.

That’s when Hale’s phone rang. Mom was calling. “Hey babe, play nice.” He kissed Casey on the cheek and headed out to the front of the store for some privacy.

“Hey Mom,” he answered.

“Hey babe! Terry and I are going to be in Barstow in ... Twelve hours. Where’s good for dinner?”

“Jenny’s is the best place,” Hale said. “Why are you going to Barstow?”

“To see you,” she then pulled her phone from her face and shouted a thank you at someone moving her bags. “We land in LAX and then we’ll be driving up to you. Meet us at Jenny’s?”

“Can’t,” Hale said.

“She got a name?” his mother asked smirkingly.

“Yeah, Casey,” he said.

“Evans?” she asked, in a hushed tone.

“Oh, I didn’t realize I had told you about her,” he looked at his ring and decided to keep some details to himself. “Yeah, we finally hooked up after exams.”

“Well I’d love to meet her and I know more than anything that college kids love meals they don’t have to pay for themselves, bring her out to Jenny’s,” she said.

“Mom, I’m in Arizona,” he said.

“What?” she was clearly frowning.

“Yeah, well, I have Betty and the summer off. We decided to go road tripping, see America,” he said. “If you were coming out to Barstow, you should’ve said something and we’d have delayed the trip.”

“Tucson?”

“I’m sure we’ll hit there soon enough.”

“You just left, no plans at all?”

“Uh...”

“Right, 19 year olds...” she sighed. “I’ll ... we’re boarding. I guess we’re going to California. We’ll have a day and then find somewhere to meet up in a couple of days. Love you!”

“Love you, Mom,” Hale said. He frowned looking at his phone. He caught a coyote walking past the store front. It nodded its head. Hale turned off his location settings.

“Hale! Hale! Hale!” Casey screamed.

Hale took off like a rocket to the back of the store where he found Ivy and Casey looking excited.

“Are you OK? What’s wrong?”

“We got an answer!” she waved her phone.

“These are kinky rings,” Ivy snorted.

“What?”

Casey theatrically cleared her throat. “The male ring says:

‘Let his sword bend his bride’

“And the female rings say:

‘the bride will let him fill her cup’”

“Wait, female rings? Plural?” Ivy asked.

“Yeah, we have one more,” Hale said. “Those phrases don’t mean a whole lot to me.”

Ivy made a vee with her fingers. “Live long and prosper.” she giggled. She rallied some gravitas and held the vee open upward: “The cup is a symbol of femininity. Obviously the vagina.” she turned her hand, opening down. “The sword is a symbol of masculinity, the word penetration comes from penis.”

“That’s why old Tarot cards have cups and swords as suits,” Casey guessed.

“Is there any notes from ... Which professor responded?”

“Uh ... Dr Soren Kjellan, University of North Carolina.” Casey scrolled down. “Says they’re probably custom made wedding rings, based on how clean and new they look, probably aren’t worth selling.”

Hale and Casey snickered at each other.

“But there’s two female rings?” Ivy asked.

“We didn’t tell any of the professors we asked about the spare female ring,” Hale said.

“But you’re telling me?” Ivy laughed. “And you said it’s like Draupnir? This is real magic.”

She held out her left hand and her eyes flashed from Casey to Hale, back and forth, back and forth. She shut her eyes. “Oh god! If you’re pranking me just do it.”

“She’s adventurous,” Casey said. “Seems fun. Like you said gorgeous isn’t enough.”

Hale nodded, unzipping Casey’s purse. Ivy opened one eye.

“No peeking,” Hale said. Ivy seemed to stop breathing as well. Her heart was hammering in chaos. She bit the inside of her cheek. Real magic! God, she was going to have such egg on her face when it was just a gag but--

The feel of cool silver slid down her left middle finger. Tingles ran up and down Ivy’s spine. She let out a gasp panting wildly.

Hale looked her up and down. Was he making the right decision? She was some perfect stranger. Beautiful, without a doubt, and she wanted it, no doubt. He had no reason to worry about it. He ground his teeth as she brought her hand up to her face and looked at the ring.

“I can’t say I ever bought into the Viking chic before,” she said, her tongue skated around her lips and she breathed in suspense. “So this is some dom/sub thing? Jesus Christ Ivy, one pretty bauble and you go full slut!” she slapped herself in the forehead, she shook her head and pinched her wrist until she shrieked.

“I wasn’t this bad,” Casey said.

“I don’t know,” Hale said. “Ivy, bark like a dog.”

“Ruff! Ruff!” she yapped, ran around Casey and Hale and then rushed up and licked Hale’s face. She stepped back, giggling.

“See, I can control you,” Hale said.

Ivy raised an eyebrow. “I don’t need magic to act silly or cute.”

“Well, what’s something you wouldn’t do?”

“Bust up my mom’s shop? Punch a toddler?”

“No!” Hale said. “Dammit, this is a sex thing.”

“I get the feeling I’m not the one of the three of us lacking in kinkiness,” Ivy laughed. Casey blushed, her face split in a broad grin.

“How about quitting your job and joining us on the road for a long summer adventure?”

“I’d rather not quit my job...” she said. “But I can quit the storefront. I can do the inventory and online customer service stuff from a phone just about anywhere. Can we go tomorrow? Mom and Dad won’t be back until tomorrow.”

Hale looked at Casey. “Party at our hotel room tonight?”

“Fuck that!” Ivy said. “We’ll go out and see the stars! Let’s make it a fucking night!”

Casey was bouncing in the booth of the restaurant they had picked for lunch. She had a pair of cute turquoise earrings that Ivy had picked out for her from the tourist side of the store.

“Easy girl,” Hale laughed.

“I’m just...” she picked up her burger and took another bite. “I can’t believe you let her stay in the store until closing! I wanted to flip the sign and see her naked right then and there!”

Casey was saying everything low and at a whisper, leaning in far to speak straight into Hale’s ear. Her hand was running up and down his erection in his shorts.

“Casey, we’re in a restaurant.”

“Yeah, that’s why my head’s not bobbing in your lap,” Casey said, reclining against the wall of the booth. Her eyes flittered about the restaurant before popping the fly of Hale’s shorts and grabbing his dick.

“And here I thought I thought she was pretty,” Hale laughed, reclining as Casey quickly licked her fingers and shoved her hand into his pants.

“Shit!” she said.

“What’s wrong?”

“I’m using my left hand,” she said, awkwardly dragging his shaft up and down. “You gotta let me out and switch seats with me, plus, we’re less likely to get seen from someone coming back from the restrooms.”

Hale smirked.

“Please! I don’t want to ever give you a bad orgasm...” Casey pleaded, fluttering her eyelids.

“Fine!” Hale smirked. “Don’t say I never do anything nice for you!”

Casey smacked Hale on the chest, laughing madly. It was a struggle and shuffle to get Hale inside the booth but soon Casey was cuddled up on against him the opposite way they did when they were driving. She spat on her other fingers and grabbed his dick again.

“Come to mama,” she said, grinning.

Hale relaxed, feeling Casey’s thin and cool fingers slide up and down his cock. He let his head loll back and he started at the particle board roof. Casey elbowed her.

“Don’t make it so obvious!” she whispered, squeezing her hand tightly around the shaft and stroking him with frenetic energy.

“Easy!” Hale winced, trying not to be obvious. He shifted uncomfortably as his cock tensed and throbbed.

“Taking a half hour’s going to be more obvious,” she said. “If you’re not going to finish your burrito, feed me a bite.”

Hale laughed, between moans, and fed a big bite to Casey. She chewed as she rubbed the tip of Hale’s cock against her thumbprint, smearing his precum. He moaned again.

“More in my mouth!” she demanded, chewing through her first bite.

“Handjob,” he reminded her.

“Burrito!” she growled, sexily.

He was laughing, but he was also groaning. He let her have another huge chomp. She giggled while she chewed and worked his cock faster.

A shadow fell over them. Casey hadn’t stopped stroking.

“Aren’t you two just the cutest,” the waitress said, setting down new sodas and taking away the old ones.

Hale gasped after not breathing a moment later. Casey capped his cock with her second hand as he spurted madly into her fist.

“Damn,” she said, licking his splooge off her palm. “Should’ve asked for more napkins.”

“Why are we still going to Barstow?” Linda frowned. “We could’ve hit LA, gone shopping. Had a nice time.”

“You missed it with the truck,” Terry said. “I’m not missing anything in Barstow. You got that list of his friends?”

“I think so,” Linda said. “You know I had to call Sullivan.”

“He’s the father of your son. You should talk to him more.”

“Goddammit! It’s always a fight,” Linda pinched her nose and took a deep breath. “Yeah, I got the names of his friends. At least take me to this Jenny’s place. I want to make sure my son was eating OK.”

Ivy was counting down the minutes until she could flip over the placard. She wandering by the window, flicking her eyes up and down the street, looking for that green Ford she’d been promised.

She looked at the ring on her left middle finger again.

“‘The bride will let him fill her cup.’”

Her heart was beating like she’d just found out her eighth grade crush also liked that song she and every other thirteen year old liked. Oh my god! We’re so alike!

She slapped her face.

The front bell dinged.

“Hi! Can I help you?”

She frowned, a little coyote had somehow opened the door and wandered in? How?! Not really in the mood for questions and answers. She grabbed a broom and pointed it out ready to swat him the face. Shit, she was going to need to call animal control.

“Oh, you won’t need that,” the coyote said.

“Oh my god! It’s all real!”

“This won’t do,” the coyote said. “He shouldn’t be leaving you out of his sight for so long.”

Her knees wobbled. The coyote looked over his shoulder. “I owe him one, just one. Tell him I’m done with the freebies.”

Ivy licked her lips and frowned. The coyote looked at the door. “A little help?”

Ivy tossed herself up and into the high riding Ford the moment she pulled to a stop.

“Front bench?” she said, bouncing on the upholstery. “Cute.” She grinned seeing Casey riding under Hale’s arm. “Super cute.”

“We can switch after.”

“Let’s go to my place,” Ivy said, buckling up.

“I thought we were going to go out and see the stars?” Casey said.

“We need to talk,” Ivy said.

“We really don’t,” Hale said, smirking.

Ivy felt her head awash with fog.

“Spirit of the law,” Casey said, reaching out and squeezing Ivy’s thigh. “Oh! Muscly!”

“Soft?” Hale asked.

“Yeah!” Casey rubbed Ivy a bit longer. Ivy laughed.

“I talked to a coyote today,” Ivy said. “Do we need to talk now?”

“Point the way to your place,” Hale said.

“Alright, you head down this road, take a left just after those lights,” Ivy said. “You,” she grabbed Casey’s wrist, “a little higher.”

Ivy had moved back in with her mom for the summer since graduation. She had no idea what she wanted to do with her psychology degree, but she knew it wouldn’t actually help her with her love: parapsychology. Of course it was hoax. Of course it was a childhood flight of fancy. Of course she knew about hallucinations, placebo effects, and self delusion.

But a coyote did speak to her.

If the storefront was full of the gaudy and the spooky, home was another dimension. Tribal masks adorned the walls next to Santeria, and shelves of crystals overflowed. Every shelf was stacked awkwardly with the gris-gris and talismans. All of it spiraling out from the big brass crucifix over the kitchen table.

“It’s a normal one,” Hale said, leaning in and nudging Ivy. “Your place is pretty cool though.”

“Gee, thanks,” Ivy smirked. “Most ... OK, most of it was what I told Mami to purchase and why, but it’s almost all hers.” She waved Casey and Hale follow her down the hall to her bedroom. Her bedroom was just as catastrophically decorated. However, Ivy had dolls, plushies, bad movie posters, and dog-eared fantasy novels scattered in random mess. She kicked yesterday’s bra and panties under her bed.

“Nice room,” Casey said.

“Yeah,” Ivy blushed. “Sorry about the mess.”

“I’ve seen worse,” Hale said, having lived in the college dorms.

“I haven’t seen half this nuts,” Casey said, having lived with the Colonel’s standards her whole life.

“So,” Ivy said, falling down on her bed and kicking of her boots. Casey and Hale had left theirs at the front door. Ivy raised her hand and waved the ring. “My name is Isabella Maria Cortez Diego. Everyone calls me Ivy.”

Hale raised his hand. “Hale Valmont.”

Casey put hers up too. “Casey Elizabeth Evans. Uh, Cassandra Elizabeth Evans. I don’t think I’ve ever been called Cassandra though. It even says Casey on--”

Ivy waved her to shut up. Casey did so, flatting her lips in an awkward frog pout. Ivy pointed to her ring and then to Casey’s.

“These make us your playthings, Hale?” Ivy asked.

“Yeah,” Hale nodded. “That’s the short of it.”

“Well,” she bit her lip and grinned, cheeks tinging the faintest red. “What game are we playing?”

Casey’s pupils dilated as she blushed. She covered her mouth for a flicker and then shook her hand and hid it behind her back in order to hide her nerves. Not that it helped. Her cheeks, her throat, and her tits were glowing pink.

Hale grinned. “Sadly, it’s get you sorted out and loaded in the truck. Then, we only come up for air when the world makes demands on us.”

He reached out and grabbed Casey’s hand behind her butt.

“Then it’s a good thing I barely unpacked since getting back from ASU,” Ivy nodded, pulling back her closet door. She tossed a full dufflebag on the mattress. The smell was not kind. “Shit, I probably need to do laundry.”

“Is your mom coming home tonight?”

“Plane lands tomorrow morning at 7:40,” Ivy said. “My auntie’s picking her up. She and Dad’ll get home around eleven, maybe?”

“Cool,” Hale said, stripping off his shirt and tossing it on Ivy’s bag. “Because I need to get the cum smell out of these. This naughty girl gave me a handy in the middle of the restaurant.”

“It was on the far side of a restaurant,” Casey said, not coming close to eye contact with anyone.

“God, you two are freaks,” Ivy laughed. Casey was also stripping down. Ivy giggled pulling up her dress and kicking off her socks in one go. The clothes piled up quickly on their bed. “Let’s see this sword of yours.”

“What?” Hale said.

Casey elbowed her. “The ring.” She pushed down her panties. “Oh, and make sure you get a good look at Ivy’s cup.”

Ivy stuck out her tongue.

Hale took his first long look at Ivy, free from her cute dress and heavy boots. She was a thin girl with medium tits, but she was solid and curvaceous enough to look absolutely incredible. Brown skinned and dark next to Casey’s redheaded paleness, she was a perfect compliment, a little shorter, a little hippier, and her hair fell a fair bit further than Casey, Ivy was a gorgeous woman.

“Grab my bag?” Ivy asked, picking up the discarded stray clothes. “I’ll lead you to the laundry room.”

“God, her ass is even better than her ears,” Casey said, grinning. Ivy stuck her tongue out over her shoulder. Hale grabbed the duffle and chased Ivy’s squealing ass down the hall to the utility room beyond the kitchen. Clothes got dumped into the bucket of the washing machine, but no one went looking for detergent. Hale grabbed Ivy and hefted her up to sit on the dryer.

“Come take a look, Case,” Hale said, cupping Ivy’s bare breasts.

“You two just don’t have any shame,” she said, blushing as she walked around Hale and cupped Ivy’s tit. Casey blushed.

“I’m the first girl you ever touched like this?” Ivy asked. Casey nodded.

“Don’t be shy,” Hale said, “get in there and give her a kiss.”

He stepped aside so Casey could put her put her hands on Ivy’s hips. Nervously, Casey leaned in. Ivy ran her fingers back through Casey’s hair. Casey threatened the kiss for a half minute, nervously floating just out of reach of Ivy. Hale expected Ivy to rush in and kiss Casey, but Ivy was waiting to receive. Hale grabbed the back of Casey’s head and pushed her face forward. The girls’ lips met.

Casey blushed to her belly as she kissed her first woman. Ivy pressed forward, opening her lips and slipping her tongue into Casey’s mouth. The redhead’s eyes were open in a mix of shock and bliss. Slowly, her left hand slipped from Ivy’s hip to her bare thigh and then up to Ivy’s wet pussy.

Casey had chickened out in the truck and Ivy hadn’t pressed her, but she shuddered and groaned against Casey’s tongue as she felt Casey’s soft fingers on her pussy. Casey broke the kiss, stepping back.

“Don’t--”

Ivy breathed and shuddered as she watched Casey lick her fingers. Hale grabbed Casey’s hand and took his own lick.

“Tasty,” he said, “I think I’ll keep her.”

“Jerk,” Casey smiled as she slapped Hale’s pectoral muscle. She grabbed his ass and twisted him around aiming his cock towards Ivy.

“Let me start the wash,” Ivy said.

“I don’t care about the clothes,” Hale said.

“I just want to ride the rocking spin cycle,” Ivy said. “Please! The rest of the summer we’re just going to have laundromats. Last chance.”

Hale didn’t answer, he just slapped Casey’s ass and pointed to the bucket of Tide pods. He leaned down and lifted Ivy’s mouth to kiss her. “How do we play this game?”

“Don’t be too concerned about balancing the load, Casey,” Ivy said, groaning as Hale kissed his way down Ivy’s cheek, jaw, and neck. “Just throw it all in.”

“Got it!” Casey shouted.

“Good girl,” Ivy cooed. “Squeaky clean.”

Hale laughed, kissing the tits presented to him. He nipped at her perky dark nipples and she dug her fingers into his hair. Casey dropped the lid, twisted the dials, and hit start. The rush of water filling the drum began.

“Hale?” Ivy said, moaning down at the top of his head. He looked up.

“Yeah?”

“I’m on the dryer,” she hooked her head to the left and squealed as Hale lifted and dropped her down on the corner of the appliance. Casey hopped on the other corner. She grabbed Ivy’s fingers, rubbing them down her torso as Hale explored down below Ivy’s navel. She sighed, laying back and lifting her legs.

“Jesus! Really?” Ivy asked. She dropped her jaw as her clit stood on edge. Hale’s tongue was swirling circles and a little windmill of a motion. “You can eat me later!” she looked at her ring. “I do not need foreplay!”

Hale rocketed to his feet, hands pressing down on Ivy’s open thighs as Casey held tightly onto Ivy’s wrist, pumping brown fingers into her pink pussy. Hale stared into Ivy’s eyes. She stared up at him, lip quivering, heart pounding. Her ringed hand clack-clack-clacked on the side of the rumbling washing machine.

“Fuck, thank you Old Marcus!” Hale shouted, Ivy flinched.

“Not the most romantic thing I’d ever had a boy say to me,” she said.