ROLE PLAY
Blanche
I wasn’t always a purveyor of my own pleasure.
Indeed, Before Bliss—a time I like to refer to as BB—I would be too caught up in the mechanics to truly let myself go. I’d worry when it would happen, how it would happen, or if it’d already happened and I’d missed it—ha! As if one could.
But here in my hotel room, as I slick on Orgasm Red lipstick, I can’t help but smile. I’m not that way anymore.
Now, I indulge in my wildest fantasies. Alone in the shower a little while ago, I daydreamed up a mysterious man in a three-piece suit. I imagined him taking off his tie, pinning my wrists above my head, and teasing me, tempting me, taking me to the brink of orgasm—then letting me fall free.
I adjust the strap of my black lace demi bra, then stand at the floor-to-ceiling mirror in my suite and survey the matching lingerie I’m wearing. If all goes well, a man like the one in my fantasies will be taking this lingerie off later tonight.
Slowly.
With his teeth.
And it’s all thanks to the advice of a certain ex-employee-turned-business-genius I know.
I slide on a silk dress, slip on some shoes, and grab my phone from the coffee table before tapping out a text to the woman to whom I owe oh-so-many Os.
Blanche: Confession: I loved your Virgin Club piece today. The idea of not knowing all the details in a sexy rendezvous is kind of thrilling.
Seconds later, my phone dings with a reply.
Veronica: Mystery is an aphrodisiac, and it seems people are loving it. Sales of this month’s box are up, up, up!
I grin as I slide my cell into my clutch and head to the door. Investing in Date Night for One has been a profitable exercise with multiple dividends on all fronts. I’m trying new things and the ROI has been better than predicted.
And I do love people who over deliver.
As I walk into the elevator, I spy the poster on the wall advertising the event that’s brought me to this Los Angeles hotel.