Page 73 of Happy Endings

“Many toys were designed for all body types and genders. Take this O-Bunny.” She held up a vibrator slightly bigger than her hand. It was shaped like the outline of a rabbit’s head but was flat and thick like a jelly-filled donut. It was even embossed with a nose and whiskers like a bunny’s.

“Looks innocent, right? Wrong.” She pressed a button on the bottom. “There’re so many fun ways to play with this. You can sit on it and ride it—gives new meaning to ‘sit on my face.’”

“Yes!”

Trixie went on to explain how the rabbit “ears” could be used on other erogenous zones for different types of bodies. Sharing these kinds of toys was her favorite, because gender and body type shouldn’t exclude anyone from pleasure. She noticed several people added O-Bunny to their wish lists as the vibe was passed around.

“Our company is releasing a brand-new toy next month, but I got my hands on an early sample.” Trixie pulled out a medium-size lavender satin bag and held it up. “Who wants to see it?”

Cheers and hollers mixed with “Yeah!” echoed throughout the restaurant. Trixie smiled. She loved talking about new, innovative toys. This one was her favorite yet.

“Meet Whimsy.” Trixie pulled out a flat, dark purple toy about ten inches long. The flat side of one end had three raised bumps. On the other end were short silicone bristles.

“Looks like a giant toothbrush,” said a blond woman wearing purple cat-eye glasses. “They know we don’t have teeth down there, right?”

Even Trixie roared with laughter. Now that the toothbrush reference had been made, she couldn’t unsee it. She would, however, keep that joke for her next show.

“Whimsy is designed for everyone, no matter your body type. It might look like a toothbrush now, but not for long,” Trixie continued once the laughter died down. “What makes this baby special isn’t the medical-grade silicone or travel-lock function.”

Trixie grabbed both ends of the toy and folded them toward each other. Then she pulled the ends in opposite directions. The crowd gasped.

“With Whimsy, you get endless possibilities because it bends in various positions. That’s right, you become your very own sex toy designer.” Trixie held up the toy, now curved into a relaxedSshape.

“There’re five different motors embedded along Whimsy. They all vibrate independently. You can bend it into anScurve like this and use it on your G-spot. Or—” She manipulated the toy again. “Or make an ergonomic handle and tickle your fancy with the soft, silicone bristles. Make it curve for your body and ride it hands-free. You can even use it with your partner during intercourse or oral sex!”

“Won’t that be awkward?” Heads turned toward the woman in braids. “Does it really fit during sex? With his penis, I mean.”

The heads swiveled back to Trixie. They were relieved the woman had asked the question out loud.

“Since I only received them yesterday, I have not had a chance for any R&D.” She laughed at her joke. It was a perk of her job, after all.

“Maybe you should try it out and get back to us!” someone near the buffet suggested. “What do you say, Andre?”

Trixie threw a quick glance at Andre. He grinned and gave her a thumbs-up. Trixie blushed and looked away. She’d intended to ask him to help her test it, but life had kept them busy. He’d been deep in his backlog of paperwork. She hadn’t seen him since her samples arrived. She always ordered one for her demo kit and one for herself.

“As you know, vaginas are very adaptable. Bend it into a U for intercourse so the soft bristles stimulate your clit while these three nubs”—she pointed to the raised dots on the other end—“do their magic on your G-spot. Turn on Whimsy and both of you will vibrate your way to orgasms.”

“I’m getting one! Me and Samantha are going to try it.” A Latina woman on the left pointed to a very embarrassed woman who had to be Samantha.

“If you’ll give me my first testimonial on the product, you can have it at cost!”

“Sold!” The woman pulled Samantha close and gave her a deep kiss. Their friends hooted and whistled.

The rest of the evening flew by as she turned on various toys and suggested ways to use them. For most pop-ups, this was the quiet part as everyone took notes, asked questions. Some laughed in surprise as they discovered the different settings of each toy.

Thirty minutes later, the last guests walked out, leaving with full stomachs and small bags of lubes and lotions to tide them over until their orders arrived. Even with the disruption from her accidental announcement, tonight’s pop-up had gone very well. She even sold a few Whimsy toys.

“Want some help?” Without waiting for an answer, Zoe began removing batteries from the vibrators.

“Um, thanks.” Trixie opened her suitcase and pulled out the small takeout container she used to store her batteries.

“I am so sorry,” Zoe whispered, not very quietly. “I didn’t mean to announce your personal life to your customers. I know you hate that.”

“Nothing we can do about it now.” She glanced at the bar. Andre was meticulously cleaning the bar. As usual. “It might have even helped with sales.”

“Glad I could be of service.” Zoe curtsied, looking very elegant in her purple maxi skirt. “You haven’t dated anyone since you moved here. Or slept with anyone.”

“We’re not dating.” Trixie shrugged. “We’re just sleeping together. Having some fun. That’s it.”

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