Page 1 of Good Vibes Only
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McKayla
The store’s big bay windows shimmered with golden rays of sunlight. It was the slow part of the day—those sleepy, post-lunch hours—which was a much-needed reprieve, after the crazy busy morning we had. Raven and I took advantage of the lull and whipped the shop back into shape.
“Whew! Today is flying by,” I said as I swapped out the morning register with the evening one.
“Sure is,” Raven said, wiping a thin sheen from her brow as she finished sweeping the sales floor. She was my first, and so faronly, employee.
“Barely had a moment to breathe,” I said.
Not that I’m complaining. I’m living mydreamof running my very own business.Yeah, it’s scary and stressful at times being a small business owner—but I’ll take this freedomanydayover the soul-sucking “security” of the corporate world.
My store, Good Vibes Only, has been open for a full year now. After a rocky start, we’re finally starting to turn the corner. This crazy little shop of mine might actually be a big-time success.
Having caught up on our work, Raven and I took a break. Which meant I couldfinallytear into those packages the mailman brought by today.
“I’m so psyched to open this!” I said as I propped the box on the counter.
“Ooo, what’s that?” Raven asked. Fittingly, she had raven black hair, which she wore in an adorable bob.
I fished my trusty box cutter out of the back pocket of my snugly fitting jeans. “Wanna take a guess?”
“Hmm … is it a box of dicks?”
Drawing a blade through the packing tape, I yanked the cardboard flaps open and looked inside. “Yup! It’s a big box of dicks!”
When you work at an adult boutique, laughing at dicks all day is basically a job requirement.
Raven joined my side and peeked into the box. “Whoa, those lookamazing. What are they?”
“It’s called TruFlesh. It’s a triple-density silicone dildo: there’s a firm base layer that gives it structure; a softer, spongier middle layer; and a thin, silky-soft outer layer that gives it the feel of real skin.” I freed one toy from its clamshell packaging and held it out to her. “It really does feel like the real thing. Here, see for yourself.”
Raven took the toy into her hands and gasped. “Oh my God, McKayla!”
“Crazy, huh?”
“I feel like I shouldn’t even be holding this right now. It’s …” She gave it a squeeze, then a tug—and shrieked with surprise when the outer layer of “skin” glided with her grip. “It feels soreal!”
Then she wagged it in the air, making it flop from side to side, and we exploded into laughter again.
“Okay. Too much. Take it back,” she said, shoving it back into its package. “I bet those are gonna be a big hit.”
“I hope so,” I said. “It’s a brand new company. I met the owner at that toy conference I went to in Dallas. He just started a factory and he told me they could do custom molds, if we’re interested. It’s pretty pricey, but damn. How could Inotbe interested?”
“So … like … we could invent ourowntoys?”
I nodded. “Yeah. Wouldn’t it be cool to have our very own Good Vibes Only toy? And think of all the promo we could drum up surrounding the release.”
“Oooh, yeah, that could be fun.” Raven bit her lip, deep in thought. “Or we could have a contest to find the most perfect penis in all of Las Vegas. Winner with the best cock gets molded.”
I laughed out loud. “Kinda like the sword in the stone?”
“Yeah, just with a dildo instead!”
“But can you imagine how many absolutecreepswe’d have exposing themselves to us?” I asked, thinking better of it.
Raven grimaced. “Oof. Good point. I didn’t even think of that. We’d be giving every male in Las Vegas the green light to send us dick pics.”
