Doll House: Book Three

nine | patisserie

A long white ceramic plate sat at the middle of the table with one slice of red velvet cake, one slice of white cake, and one slice of ginger spice cake in a single file.

"So we're all in agreement," Cece started, grabbing her fork, "Wedding cake discussion only. I don't want to hear anything about Doll House."

The girls were at a patisserie for Cecelia's cake tasting. She'd made it clear that they could update her on how they all were doing but she didn't want to hear any gossip or drama about Doll House. Mainly because she didn't want anyone to mention Hodges.

"None at all?" Hazel asked. "So you don't want to hear about the old man with the big dick that Candy fucked?" She teased, nudging Candy who gently sighed.

They wouldn't stop even though she'd recorded the Christmas scene 48 hours ago. Sure, she was more out of touch and maybe it wasn't what the girls were familiar with since Candy gave every scene her all, but they wouldn't shut up about it.

"Yeah Candy was reciting lines like she was reading from a phone book." Ivy added, referring to the fact that Hodges had to stop the scene several times because Candy seemed "unenthusiastic" to fuck a man that could've been her grandfather.

"I was just trying to get through the scene." Candy shrugged.

"We could tell." Hazel chuckled. "The guy's ego is screwed after hearing those dry moans."

"Hazel, when was the last time you fucked a skeleton?" Chanel asked, cocking her head as an effort to defend Candy.

"I'm not the nymph of Doll House..."

Candy didn't want to listen to this anymore. The other girls got accommodations but when it came to Candy it was a "if it's not broke don't fix it" mentality. And since she was known for her promiscuity and sexual prowess, everyone assumed that sex was all she wanted regardless of who it was with.

She did want to have sex, a lot of sex. But what made it fun was getting to enjoy the act and the person.

Without too much thought, she glanced down at her phone and sent her location to Mason with a quick text before saying, "Can we stop talking about my scene?"

"Yeah let's talk about my cake." Cece said, using her fork to sample a piece of each flavor. The rest of the girls followed suit.

"Okay, ginger spice, red velvet, or classic white?"

They all took a moment to consider, some sipping water in between bites and some going back for seconds to be sure.

Ivy pointed her fork at the plate, "You know what else was classic white? Old man Santa's dick in the scene with Candy." The girls erupted in laugher and in that moment Candy rolled her eyes, pushed her chair back loudly, then grabbed her coat.

"I'm leaving."

"No, Candy they're just teasing." Cecelia said, standing up to.

"I know but-but-" She shook her head. "I-I hated every second of that scene." She didn't know what else to say. Or maybe she did but she saw the look on all of their faces and it was obvious that they were confused.

"Well you could've just said that."

Candy scoffed at Winter, "No I couldn't have." Then Candy hurried out without another word.

She wanted to get away from the girls and pulling up right in front of the patisserie was her escape. So she hopped right into the leather passengers seat and let him drive.

• • • • • •

"You okay?" Mason asked, after five minutes of silence and driving.

"Um yeah."

"You texted me that it was urgent."

"It wasn't." She said, looking at his profile as the car slowed to a stop in a lot near the East river.

"Candy," He sighed and turned off the car, "What is it?"

She felt embarrassed. He had his own life and the last thing he probably needed was her shit piled onto his own. Especially since her issue was specific to her lifestyle.

Mason turned more in the drivers seat and seemed to make out her already uncomfortable expression.

"Something happened?"

Candy turned to him and leaned in touching the crotch of his pants. "Can we fuck?" She started to kiss his neck but Mason held his arms out to put distance between them.

"If this is the only thing you wanted then I'm not giving it to you." He shook his head. "Especially since I know it's a distraction."

Candy frowned and felt her throat tighten. She sat back in her seat and took a deep breath.

"I came to Doll House 2 years ago, after Cecelia and Ivy. They had a solid fan base but I knew I could set myself apart because believe it or not I've always acted this way. Hodges loved my personality, he said it was docile, seductive, and girly. So he started playing up and exaggerating everything about me and pairing me with guys who-who-"

"Older."

"Older, rougher, just-not the best." She leaned her head back. "I love Doll House and I love sex and I love that I bring in the most fans. But no one cares about anything else with me." Candy stopped speaking right on time because she felt the tears welling up in her eyes and clearly she'd already said too much.

Mason was silent. And why wouldn't he be? They barely knew eachother and here she was pouring her heart out because she'd spent so long containing it.

"Just take me back." She finally said, putting her seatbelt on.

Mason stopped her with a gentle hand. He narrowed his eyes at her, as if he were trying to figured out how deep the emotion of her statement was. It was intimidating when he looked at her but for some reason she trusted him.

"Take everything off." He demanded, keeping his eyes locked on hers.

Candy was confused at first but Mason repeated himself a bit more sternly which made her realize that it had been a serious request. So she peeled her jeans off revealing a satin pair of panties.

"Those too." She obeyed quickly and soon enough her bare pussy was exposed.

Mason nodded then reached for her hand, "c'mere baby."

She moved over the cup holders and straddled him in the position she'd initially wanted to be in.

"I'm glad you told me." He said close to her ear while toying with her already wet pussy.

"What're we doing?" She moaned creating more friction by moving her hips.

"Don't ask me anything." Her gripped her shirt and pulled it up over her breasts, exposing her nipples. "Just listen."

"Okay." She quickly obeyed but Mason stopped his movement and looked at her with a cocked brow.

"What did you say?" He gripped her face and forced her to look at him.

"I-I said okay sir." Candy was dripping from the interaction. She didn't care what was happening. She just wanted it to happen.

"Good girl." He kept his hand on her face and kissed her, using his free hand to adjust himself enough to release his dick.

He handed her a condom and watched as she put it on his hardened dick before slowly lowering herself onto him with an audible soft moan.

"Mason." She begged, and let him take complete control of her pleasure.