Page 10 of The German's Guilty Pleasure
“Porn stars?” I joked, and he lowered a brow at me.
“The term is an adult entertainment performer, Serenity. Regardless, it is more likely we will see the wives of some of the most powerful men selecting one of these aids. It is your job to market to that community.”
“The rich and powerful? How much are we talking here, Lars?”
A cagey smile lifted his lips upward when he lowered the surprisingly robust vibrator into my hands. The light glinted off the polished gold, and I could see my reflection in the metal. I was sure I looked like a fish out of water standing there. “The one you hold in your perfect little hand is right around fifteen.”
“Fifteen? Hundred?”
“Thousand.”
“Fifteen thousand dollars?” I squeaked, the metal vibrating from the shaking of my hand. “I’m sorry, but if you can spend fifteen K on a vibrator,” his brow went down, “sensual aid, that’s when you know you have too much money.”
His laughter was almost evident when he lifted the aid from my hand and set it back in the case. “My darling, too much money is not a thing.”
I nodded my head vigorously until he had to grasp my chin to stop it. “When you come from my background, too much money is definitely a thing. Why would I spend fifteen thousand dollars on a vibrator that does the same thing a fifteen dollar one does?”
His chin hit his chest and his eyes closed. He sucked in a breath and let it out slowly before he opened his eyes again. I was pretty sure I tried his patience a lot. “In this business, the most dangerous opinion anyone can have is that all sensual aids are the same. I assure you, they are not. For instance,” he said, motioning me toward a shelf on the wall to my right. “This is our newest aid for men. We have many as you know, but this aid,” he said, lifting down a canister from the shelf and stroking it, dare I say, longingly, “is unlike any other canister stimulator on the market.”
“It looks hot, I’ll give you that,” I agreed, taking in the jet-black canister done in diamond plating. He spun the device around in his deft hands. Oh yeah, he had definitely used this one before. He showed me a cut out window where purple silicone peeked out from inside.
“This is pure pleasure. This is the aid every man, from your everyday Joe to the world’s most powerful, wants in their collection.”
“What’s so great about it?” He opened his mouth to launch into a canned description, and I put my finger against his lips. “Tell me from a man’s perspective, not a sales perspective.”
He swallowed, and the canister tremored just slightly in his hands. “I am afraid I cannot do that without it coming off completely inappropriate for the workplace.”
I held my arms out wide at the two walls. “There is nothing about what we do here that is appropriate for the workplace, Lars. I can’t market this to men without firsthand knowledge of how it applies to their lives. I’m not a man, I can’t try it.”
He raised a brow but must have thought better about what he was going to say. Instead, he set it on the palm of his hand and held it out to me, nodding for me to take it. I grasped the cold metal in my hand, the ridges making the canister easy to hold, even for my small hand.
“We have not reached a final decision on the name for this yet. We will need your input, so let me introduce you to it.” He took out his phone, and I lowered a brow until the aid started buzzing in my hand. “This is one of the first app-controlled male stimulators on the market.”
“App controlled?” I asked curiously.
He stalked behind me like a panther and held the phone out for me to see. It was set up like a console for a gamer. “Men like to personalize their experience. The app allows them to set-up custom patterns and speeds for the device. Put your hand inside the opening,” he ordered. I swallowed hard because he definitely wasn’t asking. Once my fingers were inside it, I noticed it pulsed against them. “Most male stimulators are nothing more than a sleeve with ribbing on the inside. Ours is so much more. Rather than a simple vibrating motor, there are coils inside the device that encompass it. Instead of simple vibration like a traditional sensual aid, it offers a three hundred and sixty-degree pulse of pleasure. Using the app, the user can set the speed and pattern to change multiple different times as they climb toward orgasm.”
“Fascinating,” I whispered. It was, but I was also growing more uncomfortable the longer I stood there with my hand in the device. “That sounded like a website description to me, though. How do I sell this to a guy on the fence about spending …”
“Three hundred dollars.”
I glanced up at him in surprise. His eyes were hawkish and almost black with desire. I had to clear my throat before I spoke. “That’s all? I can sell this all day long at that price point.”
“Precisely,” he agreed. “To help you understand, let me run you through the cycle. Keep your hand inside. What is truly remarkable about this is that the app can show video or stream images during the experience if the user so chooses.”
He tapped the screen on his phone, and the pattern changed against my hand. It turned to a slow pulsing rhythm that matched the song playing through his phone’s speaker. “Imagine that sensation flowing across the most erotic part of your body right now. Can you imagine that?” he asked in my ear, his words heavy with each syllable. “The moment the pulsing begins, all the man wants is to get lost, and that is where this comes in.” He pushed another button, and I almost dropped the canister. There were images of me scrolling across the screen. I waited out the pictures and through the changes of pattern and rhythm on the device with his hot breath blowing against my ear. “Right about now, I am so hard I cannot think, much less stop what is about to happen,” he whispers into my ear. “Do you feel the way the tips of your fingers are electrified and pulse from the inside out?” I nodded my head haltingly, and I swear he moaned softly into my ear. “That was my contribution to the project. It is only near the end of the experience that I will get to feel the sensation. My legs start to shake, and my moans of pleasure can no longer be quieted.” The canister jerked softly twice in my hand, the pulsing slowed again, and the rhythm dialed back to almost nonexistent. “After an intense and satisfying orgasm, the device will stroke me for a few moments longer to wring out every last bit of pleasure from the experience before it reverts to standby mode.”
I let my hand trail away from the silicone slowly until it was at my side. “That’s an incredible piece of technology. I’m a little jealous that I’m not a guy right now.”
He lifted the canister from my hand and smiled his wolf’s smile while he set it back on the shelf. I didn’t miss that his suit pants were tented to the extreme. In the process of averting my eyes when he turned, he strode to me until we stood face-to-face.
“Do not be embarrassed by my reaction. There is not a man alive who can deny his desire for the finer things in life.” His gaze raked me from the top of my head to my toes and back to my eyes. “Now that you have experienced what it can do, it is your job to find a name for it.”
“The Diamondback,” I said immediately and without hesitation.
His brow went up. “Well, well, I am impressed.”
“It’s my job, Lars. Any red-blooded American male is going to buy something set up like a gaming console that strokes their man meat if it’s called The Diamondback.”
