Page 29 of The German's Guilty Pleasure
“Yes,Mutter. Seven other people?” Lars asked from the front. Apparently, he had found his voice.
“You, me, and five of my closest friends.”
Lars groaned, and it turned into a laugh when he signaled and waited for traffic before he pulled into 1 Hotel South Beach.
“Who are your five closest friends?” I asked, glancing between the two of them.
“You will see,” Lars said, but that was all he said.
I sat next to Lars and worked to look engaged and comfortable with the conversation. The only consolation I had in my failure was that Lars seemed equally uncomfortable. It turned out that the five closest friends of Gretchen’s were adult entertainment talent. I was sitting across the table from General Manhammer, Autumn Lace, Britni Lix, Vance Pecker, and Kurt Hardon. What their real names were, I couldn’t tell you since they refused to break character. Don’t get me wrong, they were lovely, welcoming, friendly, and engaging, but the subject matter for a girl like me went beyond risqué more often than not.
We discussed the newest trends in the sensual aid industry, which was something I was definitely taking notes on in my mind. As a marketing director, I had to know what was up and coming. Knowledge put me ahead of everyone else when it came to packaging and ad copy.
“We have a new aid that is going to blow the men’s market wide open,” Gretchen was saying, her voice low and hushed around the patio where we sat on wicker furniture with our drinks in hand. “It incorporates everything a man could want into one device.”
General Manhammer leaned forward. “Tell me more.”
Lars motioned for me to speak. “I will let Serenity tell you. She named it.”
The giant olive-skinned man across from me rubbed his hands together in the evilest of ways. “Oh, the plot thickens.”
I rolled my eyes to the starry sky. “It wasn’t difficult. The Diamondback is the canister aid for all men. Stylish and sleek, it’s everything other strokers aren’t. Our patented pulse action provides an even, smooth, sensual experience that is at the very heart of Kontakt’s core values. Linked to the app, the sky is the limit to your experience. Unlimited pattern presets are the backdrop to a mind-blowing orgasm. Still not enough? Try the apps selection of adult entertainment, whether homemade or professional. The Diamondback is little but packs a bite you’ll never see coming.”
General Manhammer stood and clapped slowly. Soon Vance and Kurt joined him while the ladies fell over laughing. Lars sat unaffected, save for the smile tipping his lips ever so much. “Bravo, bravo,” the general said. “I’ve never seen it, and I already want one.”
The men sat while Lars passed his phone around with the image of The Diamondback up on the screen. “We’ll have some available for testing soon,” Gretchen said from her perch next to me. “Who wants one?” All three men’s hands went up high and waved back and forth. Gretchen clapped once. “Excellent. As always, it must be kept secret until it is released.”
Vance pointed at her and nodded. “Of course. Can we use it in videos once it has been released?”
Gretchen smiled the smile that I was sure got her anything she wanted from any man. “There is no better advertising than word of mouth and honest reviews, is that not correct, Serenity?”
I almost choked on my tongue but recovered and nodded. “That’s correct, especially in this business. Anything you can do to spread the word about such an innovative and high-tech aid will help. It will take some time to convince men that The Diamondback is better than all other strokers on the market. Any help you can give us will be appreciated.”
“Anything new for the ladies?” Britni asked. She sat across from me in a bikini that was at least two sizes too small while she sipped a Bahama Mama.
I shook my finger at her. “As a matter of fact, we have something in the works.” I turned to Lars. “I’ll let Lars tell you about it since it was his creation.”
The look he gave me would have killed anyone else, but I was made of tougher stuff than what Lars Jäger could dole out. He launched into a description of Serenity, and when he finished, General Manhammer had his lip turned up in distaste.
“Dude, don’t quit your day job. You suck at describing your products. That was painful.”
I swear I heard Gretchen snort if I thought for a moment that Gretchen Jäger snorted.
Lars huffed in defiance. “I never claimed to be the marketing guru here. I will defer further questions to Serenity since the aid was designed and named after her. She does hold the only prototype of it, after all.”
Britni whistled and catcalled. “Let me get this straight. Lars designed a vibrator and then named it after his marketing director. I don’t know if that makes him brilliant or dumber than sin.”
“Both,” Gretchen answered, disdain in her voice when she pinned a look on her son that said it all.
I jumped in immediately to diffuse the situation. “It makes good marketing sense, and he didn’t create it after me. He’s just mad because I told him to suck my dick earlier tonight. Ignore him.”
The table gasped in unison, and everyone proceeded to break out into laughter that lasted much longer than I had intended, which only made Lars angrier. I motioned for them to settle down, and when they were silent again, Gretchen shoulder bumped me proudly. “I knew from the moment I met youdu hast bälle.”
Lars had his teeth clenched together when he spoke. “She does not have balls. That is the problem.”
I was relatively sure I was the only one that heard him say it. I hoped anyway, or I was going to have some explaining to do. “Serenity is made for the discerning woman who is looking for a relaxing experience. I would say the technology is much the same as The Diamondback without the app involvement. It’s meant for the less experienced user in size while maintaining Kontakt’s reputed quality and standards. However, it would be a lovely addition to any woman’s collection.”
Britni leaned forward. “And what did you think of it, Serenity. Was it everything he promised it would be?”
