Page 3 of Good Vibes Only
“Luckily, you’ve come to the right place to take your mind off those fuckboys.” I took her over to show her our selection of vibrators. “Did you have a specific toy in mind?”
She shook her head. “No. I’ve never used one before, actually.”
“No prob! We can narrow it down and find something you’ll like.”
I explained that different vibrators were like different tools. Some vibrators served more of a general purpose, like your standard bullet vibe, whereas others targeted specific erogenous zones, like the clit sucker by Womanizer. So our first objective was deciding what kind of stimulation she enjoyed most: clitoral, vaginal, g-spot, all of the above?
“God, I don’t know,” she said. “I think I like all of that? Sorry to be so unhelpful.”
“Hey, that’s still helpful, believe it or not,” I said. “If you like it all, you’re probably better off with an all-around toy. Which is great, because that’s usually my recommendation for someone’s first vibrator. It’s easier to experiment and figure out what you enjoy.”
“Cool.”
The next task was figuring out whether she liked broad or pinpoint sensations.
“So the next question I always ask is,” I began, “what do you like better during oral sex: do you like a wide, flat tongue pressed against your whole vulva? Or do you prefer the tip of a tongue tracing along your clitoris or labia?”
“Oh, that one’s easy. The flat tongue thing.Definitely.”
“Awesome!”
Well, I could go on—but you get the point. After narrowing down all the options, she decided on a Magic Wand for her first vibrator. The price was a bit higher than she was hoping to spend, but it was the toy that met all her other preferences. Our student discount took some of the sting out, too.
“Trust me, you can’t go wrong with the Magic Wand,” I told her as Raven checked her out on the register. “I tell everyone who buys one, it’s the Holy Grail of vibrators. We sell a ton. It’s our most popular by far.”
“I can’t wait to try it out,” she said. “Thank you so much for your help, McKayla!”
“My pleasure. Good luck avoiding the boys!”
She stifled a laugh. “Thanks!”
Raven and I watched her walk out the front door and strut down the sidewalk.
“Is it me, or does she suddenly look ten times more confident?” I asked.
“That’s one less easy target for the fuckboys,” Raven said.
I sighed. “And that, right there, is why I love this job.”
The words were barely out of my mouth when a jackhammer next door began to pound away at the earth. The whole store began to tremble and quake, and my brain reverberated against the confines of my skull.
“Seriously? It’s getting worse?” Raven complained. “This is giving me a headache.”
“Okay. That’s it. You hold down the fort,” I said and made for the door. “I’m gonna go complain and see if they can do something about this noise. Because this iswaytoo much.”
2
Brett
My back was sucked into my seat as the Vegas Sin team jet shot upward into the night sky, its engines roaring. But the only thingIcould hear was that Denver crowd, their jeers and boos like sweet music to my ears.
“Yo, Showtime! You want in?” Rust, our captain, was seated at the lounge table with the poker regulars. “We’re about to start.”
“Hell yeah.” I hopped up, shimmied through the plane aisle, and claimed my usual seat. “Sup, fellas?”
“Just getting ready to take you to the cleaners again,” Dakota said.
I laughed and popped my best friend on the shoulder. “Dream on, ya peasant.”
