I’m feeling whiny and bored, amongst other things, and I decide to complain loudly about it over dinner with my roommate.

“So let’s go out then.” She shrugs as she puts more butter on her roll.

This, in addition to the three large pads she added before her first bite.  She might have a perfect body, but the way she eats, she’ll have a triple bypass by twenty-four, mark my words.

“I’m fine.” I manage through my curled upper lip, my stomach turning at the thought of all that dairy.

“You’re not fine, El. I know you need to get laid.” She waves her butter knife in my face, and I pull back sharply in my chair.

“That is the last thing I need,” I scoff, standing and putting my dish in the sink. Staring out the window as I contemplate all the men I’ve met recently. I start counting them, but stop after five.

Fuck.

“Nope, not going out,” I reiterate.

It’s not that I’m feeling bad or ashamed or anything like that. It's been fun. What I’m feeling is that I don’t need one more person in my DMs hitting me up all day and all night.

I need some distance, some alone time. Or at least someone who has no emotional ties. Jesus, where are those guys? Can a girl get a one-night stand anymore?!

“Seriously, Mari, I can’t meet one more dude. I can’t. Please don’t make me.” I drop down in front of her, hands clasped together, staring up, giving her my best doe eyes.

She laughs. “Okay, but don’t look at me like that unless you want a repeat of what happened in the sleeper cab of the semi with that fine as fuck trucker.”

I grin, damn, that was a good time. I pierce my lips and bat my eyes at her, and she shoves me playfully.

“Ohhhh,” she blurts out, startling me a little. “I know what we can do,” she purrs in a much softer, sweeter tone. “And I’m not taking no for an answer. Get ready, we leave in ten.”

Mari pulls out her phone and starts tapping as I roll my eyes so hard it gives me a headache. “Fiiiiiiiine. But absolutely no boys,” I protest.

“No boys! Got it,” she yells back, walking to her room down the hall.

We jump in her car. It’s Friday, 8:30 at night. She’s probably taking me to Walmart for junk food so we can binge-watch a show on Netflix. This is perfectly acceptable. But she turns down a street I’m not familiar with, then into the parking lot of a popular Italian restaurant.

“We literally just ate,” I huff.

“Not there…” She points out the windshield, peering up. I look, and above the restaurant is another shop, but the windows are blacked out.

“What is it,” I inquire, still peering up.

“You’ll see. Come on, El.” She has a huge grin on her face, which makes me uneasy. Last time she had that look, I ended up topless riding a mechanical bull. She’s not the easiest friend I’ve ever had, and suddenly I'm nervous. Am I about to get a tattoo from a lumberjack of a man named Brock Wilder?

I follow her up the metal steps to the balcony and see the name on the door, The Honey Pot. The place is lit up inside, but I still have no idea what we’re walking into. She pushes open the heavy glass door, and I see it.

Leather and lace, whips and chains, and plastic wrapped toys of every shape, size, and color. Mannequins, male and female, in various positions, standing, sitting, crawling, and wearing and not wearing all kinds of “clothing.”

“Okay.” Mari begins, “You don’t want a real dick. Let’s find you an alternative.” A wicked grin spreads across her face, making me smile.

A female's voice cuts through the million thoughts in my head.

“Hello, ladies, how can I help you?” A girl our age appears from behind a wall divider, which displays many vibrating stimulators.

I glance over at Mari, who was simultaneously glancing over at me, eyebrows raised. Jesus, this girl was drop-dead gorgeous. Long strawberry blonde wavy hair, loosely tied in pig-tail braids near the very end, stunning green eyes, and freckles. Yes freckles.

She is a walking fetish. Complete with a short, flared skirt, off-white thigh-high socks, black Mary Jane shoes, and a tiny, tight white crop top, no bra, leaving nothing to the imagination.

I’m transfixed, and I know my mouth is hanging open. I don’t care what you like or who you are; even girls fantasize about hot redheads. Before I can say a single word, she speaks again.

“God damn you are both stunning.” She stands with her hands on her chest, looking back and forth at Mari and me like we were something to see. “And a sight for sore eyes,” she exhales hard. “It’s been a long day filled with the typical patrons, if you know what I mean.”

She laughs, and Mari joins her. But I didn’t. I didn’t know what she meant.

We exchanged names before I murmured, “I’ve never been to a place like this.”

“Oh, really,” Molly whispers, her finger tip catching my braids as she walks slowly around, circling me. I catch a glimpse of her looking at my friend, and it seems like they are in cahoots, grinning at one another.

“So, El, what types of toys have you tried and liked?”

“Condoms,” Mari blurts out with a short laugh. I shove her.

Molly runs her tongue over her pale pink lips and rolls her teeth over her bottom lip, making my stomach drop.  God damn. I can hardly keep a thought in my head.

She walks to the front door, turns the metal handle, and the thunk of the door lock fills my ears. I look over at Mari, whose smile is as wide as the layer of butter she had on her roll at dinner.

“What’s all this,” I ask semi-nervously.

“It’s closing time,” Molly’s voice is low, melodic. “And Mari and I want to show you something.”

“You do know each other,” I accuse, and they both laugh.

“I’ve been here a few times,” Mari admits, nudging me with her elbow.

Molly starts grabbing things off metal hooks and from shelves, some intriguing, some slightly terrifying. With her hands full, she walks toward the back of the store and walks behind a black curtain.

A few moments later, she pulls it back. “Come on.” She motions with a slight head nod.

Behind the curtain are four changing rooms, two on either side, each with long, thick red velvet curtains. A large, circular, purple crushed-velvet couch is in the center of the room. A crystal chandelier centered above it, with dim pink bulbs casting soft light over everything. The kind of lighting that makes everything and everyone look better.

“Try this on.” She hands me a black lace lingerie set. Gorgeous.

“Molly, I don’t know what Mari told you, but I can’t afford any of this stuff.” I look around and wonder how you can “try” any of this stuff and then put it back for sale. The thought makes me wince.

She walks over to me and brushes her fingers over my cheek and down the side of my neck to my collarbone, tracing it over, and then down, resting in the center of my chest. Instant chills, and I suddenly forget how to breathe.

Molly grins. “This is my uncle's store. I get a ridiculous discount and anything you,” she pauses. Lowering her eyes, she causes me to shudder as she runs her fingers over my chest, circling the most sensitive areas, pinching them between her fingertips, setting every nerve in my body on fire. Then continues, “as I was saying, anything you or I like, then it’s on me. Besides, I’d pay full price to see you in that El.”

Molly steps back lazily, lowers herself onto the couch, and pulls her skirt up her thigh, exposing her panties. Her fingers find their way into the seam, resting against her leg. She pulls it over, exposing herself, glistening, pink, and my knees nearly give out. I swallowed hard.

I catch Mari out of the corner of my eye as she bites her fist and mouths fuck she wants you, lucky bitch!

“Mari, I left yours in there.” Molly points at the second adjoining changing room and winks at her. She cocks her head and grins, and we both hurry inside, pulling the curtains closed.

I pull my clothes off so quickly that my foot gets caught on my pants leg, nearly causing me to fall to my death. I slip into the delicate pieces and do a full spin in the mirror. Fuck this does look good.

Definitely going to be using that discount on this lingerie, as an image of Molly flashes in my brain. I already know I won't be able to return these panties.

I pull the curtain to see I'm already late to the party. Mari is kneeling in front of Molly, her face buried between her pale, perfect thighs. Molly’s head is tipped back, and she is moaning loudly, but lifts her head slowly, catching my eyes as she notices my presence.

She runs her fingers through Mari’s hair, entangling them, making sure she doesn't move as Molly motions for me to spin around. I smile and then slowly turn while looking back over my shoulder at her. She looks pleased.

Molly has several toys open and within reach; she motions for me to join her on the couch. I wasn't nervous about what was about to happen. Mari and I have done this together once before with a gorgeous truck driver, while hitchhiking to a concert. What I am nervous about is the toys.

I sit next to Molly, and she immediately turns to me. Mari seems content with her place, and it’s hot as fuck watching her. Molly picks up a small, round toy; it looks more like a piece of fruit than anything resembling a man.

She smiles as she presses a button on the side, not taking her eyes off me. I could hear it come to life with a faint hum.

“It's an air pulse,” she whispers through her own labored breathing, “way better than vibration.”

She pulls my panties to the side, and the sensation of her soft fingers against my skin brings on a flood of heat, and my face flushes.

She shows me a small hole on the top of the device before placing it between my legs exactly where I need it most.

“Jesus,” I half shout as the pulsation hits. I can’t catch my breath or settle into a position. She just smiles and gives a short laugh, hits the button a few times, and it calms into a slower, softer pattern. After a few seconds, I relax into the pleasure of it.

“Sweet and sensitive,” she breathes as she moves my hand to allow me to guide the toy myself.

After a few minutes, her attention back on herself, Molly explodes loudly with several “oh my gods,” surprising Mari with a shower of her intense pleasure. It’s so fucking sexy I almost surrender to it myself, but Molly grabs the toy from my hand and says: “Not yet!” Halting my happy ending.

Molly guides Mari up and over me, as I lie back onto the couch. Mari positions her face between my legs as she lowers herself onto my open

mouth. Then she and Molly work in tandem to explore every inch of me with toys and tongues.

Mari starts giving me her signature hip roll, grinding herself into my mouth. It doesn't take long before she too broke open, her body shaking and her heat covering my face and tongue. God, I love that I can do this for her. She climbs down, wiping my face with her thumbs, smiling at me.

She slides in, sitting behind me, guiding me upright. Her hands take over with the pulsating toy, driving me wild, and cupping my chest, twisting and pulling gently as she buries her face in my neck, kissing me.

All while Molly, using a very slick oil, is guiding a toy designed to fill me up in every way, stretching me and making me squeal with intense pleasure.

My body is convulsing in short waves as Molly keeps backing off just before I cave in on myself. Mari laughs, telling Molly to stop teasing me.

Molly gives me a sinister grin, looking up at me as she pours more oil onto my stomach and watches as it slides down slowly between my legs. This sensation alone nearly undoes me.

She slowly eases the double-sided toy back into me, finding a steady rhythm as Mari turns up the intensity on the pulsating air toy. I can't wait another second; the sensations are too much, and my whole body tenses all at once, and I lose all control, shuddering and crying out again and again. Fuuuuuck!!

When I finally settle, the toy sliding out set off another shorter but still intense shudder, and they both laugh, and I shove back against Mari, smiling.

“That was fucking hot,” Molly says, standing up, straightening her panties and skirt.

She gathers up the toys and the packaging they came in and winks at me as she disappears behind the black curtain back into the store.

Mari jumps up and goes into the dressing room, rambling on and on about how awesome that was. And fuck it really was.

I take my time getting dressed; my legs feel like jello. When I walk out, Molly is sitting on the checkout counter. Legs crossed, looking gorgeous.

I walk up, and she takes the lace lingerie set I had balled up in my hand, tosses it into a bag next to her, along with the toys and oil, and then hands it to me.

“It was certainly nice doing business with you, El.” A huge smile on her face as she runs her thumb over her lips. She grabs my shirt and pulls me in, kissing me deeply, her tongue softly entangling with mine.

I was tired of boys in my DMs. Then, just like that, a girl shows up, and suddenly, I’m the customer service