what I mean,” she explains. “And well...what happens when you put Pop Rocks into your wet mouth?”
My mind puts it together and… “Oh—ohhh!” I look around at everyone. “Are you telling me that my Pop Rocks candies got you guys off?”
“Best damn orgasm I’ve had in three years,” Burly says.
I...I don’t know how to feel about this development. I sure hope they washed afterward, or their downstairs ovens could turn into little slices of angry yeast bread.
“Umm. Cool?” I offer, not knowing what else to say.
“Are you taking preorders?” someone else in the crowd asks.
“Uh…”
“When they started going off, it was like little pieces of hail popping down on my clit,” Burly says dreamily.
Females start shouting out offers to me, and I quickly hold up my hands to try to regain control before they all go berserk and hold me hostage until I give them more orgasm-inducing candy panties.
“Okay, okay!” I shout. “I’ll take orders, just...be cool and back up a little. Give a girl some room to breathe.”
The next twenty minutes is basically me corralling and appeasing a cluster of females all vying for me to give them panties with Pop Rocks glued all over them. They’re all offering me the moon on a platter. Bem even let me finally pet her hair snakes. Finally! It’s awesome, too. They’re super soft, and one of them even licks me.
But damn, it’s exhausting being a star. So much attention is making me a little twitchy.
By the time I see Joe’s tall ass walk into the room, I want to jump up and down in relief. I quickly wave to get his attention. The females are still chatting away about how popping orgasms are the new thing, but seriously, there’s only so much I can say on the subject other than you’re welcome, so I’m hoping Zen sent Joe here to rescue me.
Joe spots me and makes a noise, and even though I can’t hear it over the clamor, I can see from the rise and fall of his chest that it’s definitely a grunt like, there you are. He waves me over, and I hold up my hand to say one minute and start trying to extract myself.
“Sorry, my friend is here. He needs me, but I’ll get to work on more orders,” I shout over the din, and then I have no choice but to throw some elbows and start hip checking people so I can get the fuck out of here.
Damn, these Pop Rocks panties really caught on fast. And I gotta say, I’m very curious. I’ve always loved how the candy feels in my mouth...I just might have to try them out myself.
I’m breathless and tousled by the time I maneuver my way over to Joe’s side.
“Thanks for the assist there, big guy,” I snark, but Joe just does what he always does. He grunts.
Dipping his head, he heads out of the doorway, and I follow him. I keep checking over my shoulder for the first couple of minutes or so, worried inmates will follow me. When we round several corners and there’s still no one on our tail, I let out a relieved breath. “That was crazy, Joe! I mean, I just used the Pop Rocks so I could get the colors I wanted, but if I had known...I would’ve charged way more,” I say.
We pass a guard standing at a corner, and he nods at us. I give him a wave.
“I wonder if they feel good for guys too? You wanna try some on?” I ask, and then I shake my head. “Hmm, they’ll be way too small. Don’t worry, Joe, I’ll make some that are troll-size and a couple others for some of the guys to test out.”
He grunts again as I follow him down another hallway, around a bend, and then through another empty corridor, and a weird little hallway that seems to be half as wide as the others before widening out again.
“It might take a little while, because I need to meet the female demand first, but don’t worry, I’ll hook you up.”
The lighting in these tunnels looks dimmer, and I realize suddenly that I have no idea where I am. I’ve just been following my giant prison bestie and jabbering away.
“Are we going to meet up with Zen and the others?” I ask, recalling how I didn’t see them earlier.
Joe grunts again, and I relax. “These hallways are very echoey. You grunt, and then I suddenly feel like I’m surrounded by