The thing was I’d not shown my stuff to anyone here yet. Not even Bear. He’d just assumed I knew what I was doing and that I was good at it. He was much more interested in taking clothes off of me than paying any attention to anything I was wearing. But besides Bear, I’d not really spent time or connected with anyone else.
Other than Bruce and Marie and Matilda, that is. I’d barely seen my Mother, actually. She was still wrapped up in her job and new boyfriend that I’d been let off the hook completely to any expectations of spending time with her.
Marie had left not long after our risqué New Year’s Eve with a newfound love for the city and a healthy appreciation for Bruce’s cock and wild sex clubs. She’d promised to come back right away and I believed her. Not only was I here, but she and Bruce had taken quite a liking to each other.
Bear’s warning to me that Bruce was a perpetual bachelor had been faithfully passed on to her and she had assured me that she was an adult and could handle any repercussions from her newly developed crush.
If there was anyone I knew who could handle it, it was her.
Unfortunately, now she was gone. And with her absence, I was left devoid of friends.
“You’ve got to venture out, go talk to people, just show them your portfolio and see what they say, no big deal,” I said to myself in the empty room, just as the doorbell rang.
I signed for the package and tore into it.
I rolled my eyes when I saw it was another butt plug. I opened it up and shrugged. It wasn’t anything special. Just a plain, black rubber plug. I opened up the letter inside and smiled when I saw Bear’s handwriting.
Hello, Beauty,
It’s time to spice things up a little, don’t you think? Insert this into your perfect little ass. Download the app from the attached instructions onto your phone. Make sure you enable your GPS feature. Text me and let me know you’ve done all these things. It’s going to be a very exciting day!
Love,
Bear
“Download an app?” I wondered out loud. “Why?”
I shrugged and set about following his instructions. I grabbed the lube from my bedside table, grabbed my phone and laid on the bed. The plug went in with a smooth pop and I smiled, amazed at how far I’d come. It wasn’t long ago that the idea of wearing a butt plug made me blush.
Now, it was just another day in my life.
My weird, crazy, sexy life.
After the wild night I’d had at the sex club, I was up for anything now. I’d broken through all kinds of barriers that night and I was ready to experience anything and everything.
I downloaded the app on my phone and texted Bear to let him know.
“All set.”
“Good girl.”
“What does this thing do?”
“You’ll see. Very soon.”
I laid back on the bed and felt a tiny zap.
“Oh my god!” I screamed, jumping about ten feet off the bed.
Zap! Zap! Zaaaaaaaaaaaaap!
I shuddered, an orgasm ripping right through me at the unexpected jolt. This thing was coming alive on its own!
‘How was that?’ Bear’s text pinged my phone.
‘Did you do that?!?’ My fingers flew across the buttons furiously.
‘I did! From all the way across town! Pretty nifty, huh?’
Laughter bubbled up from inside of me.
‘Who uses the word nifty these days?’ I teased.
Zap! Zap! Zapppp! Zapppppppp!
‘Don’t be so sassy!’
I fell back onto my bed in a heap of giggles and joyful spasms, the vibrator keeping me right on the edge of coming.
‘This is insane. How long do I have to wear it?’ I texted back.
‘All day. Don’t take it out until I tell you to, Beauty. Or else.’
‘But I was going out to run errands in a little while!’ I protested.
‘Even better! I have to go I’m in a meeting. Enjoy your day, Beauty!’
“Evil bastard!” I cried, still laughing as I threw the phone to the side.
Within seconds, he started up again.
Zap! Zapppppp! Zaaaaaaaaaapppppppppppp!! ZAPPPP!!!
“Ahhhhh!” I screamed, my body writhing around as the vibrations ripped through me like lightening, another orgasm shaking my body.
I laid back on my bed with a smile on my face until the sensations subsided and then got up to go back to work.
It was weird being my own boss.
I had a plan, sure. But there were no deadlines, nobody to answer to but myself. Nobody to hold me accountable. Even Bear, who was so demanding and domineering, had taken such a hands-off attitude with anything to do with my business.
My store.
My business.
I still didn’t even know what to call it. I spent years dreaming about all of this and I felt woefully unprepared.
Decisions. I needed to make decisions!
I also needed connections, and opinions, and well…courage.
A butt load of courage. But then I remembered what my butt was really loaded with right at this very moment, and I decided that, in itself, was a symbol of my strength.
If I could do all these things I’d done with Bear, if I could have sex with dozens of people watching, I could do this, too.
I grabbed my computer, spent a half hour doing some research, wrote down a few addresses and headed to my bedroom.
I changed clothes, slipping into one of my own creations. Made of wispy maroon silk, the dress had a scalloped sweetheart neck, a tapered waist and a full knee-length skirt with deep pockets on the side. It was simple and classic. I paired it with a pair of low black pumps, a long black wool coat and matching cranberry scarf and gloves.
I grabbed my bag and my portfolio and one other dress that was tucked away in a garment bag, and headed out. An hour had passed since I’d last heard from Bear and I’d almost forgotten the butt plug was even there.
Until I was in the elevator with three other residents and it went off.
Zap!!!
I jumped as the jolt shot through me, a faint sharp buzz breaking the silence in the tiny elevator. The others turned to look over at me, their eyes following the sound all the way down to my ass.
I cringed, twisting away from them.
“Sorry, it’s my phone…,” I said, shrugging and helplessly trying to control the blush spreading across my face, as I held up my portfolio and garment bag. “My hands are full.”
I’d never been more grateful for the ding of the elevator.
I rushed out first, leaving their suspicious glances in the dust.
Cold bursts of air blasted my face as soon as I stepped onto the sidewalk. The usual river of bodies flowed around me as I pulled out my phone. I hadn’t told Max I was going anywhere, so he wasn’t waiting for me. I was on my own in the big city and it was up to me to figure out where I was going.
I’d planned well, though.
I took a taxi to the first place I was going. I’d selected three different stores to go to. I figured I’d just walk in and ask to speak to their buyer for a few minutes. I certainly didn’t expect anyone to buy anything, I just wanted to see their reaction and hear their opinions. I’d tell them I was interested in opening a store soon and ask for any advice they might have. It all seemed so easy and simple and straight-forward.
The first store was called Cacique, and I selected it because it fit the style I was going for. Simple and classic designs, nothing too elaborate or flashy or fancy. My eyes glittered with envy when I walked in. It was all cool mauve walls and gold finishes with dusty pink accents. Everything hanging up seemed to be made of either expensive silk or the finest lace. There were two women working in the store and they look like they just walked out of Vogue. Blonde, statuesque, perfectly manicured.
They ignored me completely, even though there was only one other customer in the store. Instead, they fawned over the other customer. I could see why. The lady must of been at least sixty and
she was completely covered in diamonds and fur. She flicked through the racks with disgust, her ruby tipped fingers flying through the air, as she dismissed every item.
“Who’s the buyer for this store?” she complained, her voice a high squeal. “This is dreadful. I was here last year, and your inventory was so much superior.”
“I’m the buyer, ma’am,” one of the blondes replied cooly.
“Well, you’re doing a terrible job!”
“Ma’am, we have some other inventory in the back that isn’t out yet. Perhaps you’d be interested in taking a look at that?” she replied, smoothly kissing the old lady’s ass.