Page 3 of Caught A Vibe

“The internal fingering motion combines with the external suction to create a blended orgasmic experience that can be difficult for people to achieve solo or partnered.”

She pauses and looks at me, half expectant and half smirking, but what can I say? My jaw is on the floor and the blood from my brain is rushing south as I wonder what she’d look like in the throes of one of these blended orgasms.

“You should see your face right now.”

I’d love to see what her face is doing as she tries to suppress her laughter, but I can’t look away from the pulsing, buzzing, vibrating machine in my hands. I am trying to wrap my big head around how these movements translate to an orgasm worth dropping serious dollars on, while keeping my little head under control.

Why the hell did my zine send me here? How does this have crossover appeal for gamers?

“That’s the MiO. What did you think it was?” she asks.

I shake my head. I don’t want her pity on top of her mirth.

“How soon will you bring this to market?” I grasp at standard questions to get back in the game.

“These are from our first production run. We’ve just finished an extensive stress test, so this product will ship to preorder customers at the end of the month. We’ll ramp up to full production by the end of Q2 to meet anticipated direct sales demand.”

The image of her personally researching and testing out the product screams through my brain. I snap my eyes to hers and my mouth shut until I’m sure my filter is working again.

I will not be that guy.

“What category are you showing in?”

“Health devices. Regular access to orgasms can improve pelvic floor health, manage fibroid pain, and clinically improve mood and cognition. Each climax releases dopamine, testosterone, norepinephrine, and oxytocin. I have studies—”

I hold up a hand to stop her. I am well versed in the various effects of neurotransmitters in the body, and the way she’s slipped into lecture mode has my own dopamine firing hard.

“Do you anticipate high demand?” I ask.

“Have you ever given a woman a blended orgasm?” she counters.

I don’t have a good answer. How would I know?

“If you don’t know for sure, you probably haven’t.”

What, is she a mind reader now?

“Every woman who’s had them wants more. And every woman who hasn’t is curious. So yeah, early buzz, so to speak, is driving solid demand. We have positive movement on our second round of venture capital funding, and I get emails every week from new interested retail partners.”

She has to be fucking with me. Her puns tempt me to behave badly. I hand the still-vibrating device back to its creator, determined to remain professional.“That’s…impressive.”

“There’s nothing else like us on the market.”

“And this…” My scrambled brain searches for the term she used.

“Blended orgasm?” she says, grinning.

“Yeah, that. It’s worth three hundred dollars?”

“Absolutely.” The tone of her voice and the look on her face are damn near orgasmic.

I was intrigued when she was just a pretty face hawking a product, but that face painted in pleasure is going to haunt me later. “Do you have any literature I can take with me?”

Ms. Maxwell pulls a folder from beneath her display, tosses a few plastic packets on top, and hands it to me. Another accidental brush of our fingers makes my hands jerk and I drop the whole thing. Bending down, I gather the materials blindly because her ankle is right there. The curve, the flare, I wonder if she…

She tucks one ankle across the other, breaking my fixation. I fight a shiver and rise, hanging on to the pamphlet like a lifeline, automatically tucking the swag packets into my pocket.

“Thanks. I’ve got all I need.”Lies.I need a cold shower. “Good luck tomorrow.”

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