Except none of them look used. Plus, nobody reacts this intensely to just looking at sex toys. Otherwise, adult stores would turn into orgies.
“We have some frozen lasagna if you want,” she says.
“Pizza’s fine.”
I put down my laptop and a bunch of papers under the table and sit in an oversized recliner. I take a slice and bite into it.
Sierra takes the loveseat. “It’s amazing how easy you are with food. After the trip to Tokyo, it wouldn’t have shocked me at all if you only wanted caviar and sushi pizza,” she says, tapping her hands on her knees.
“Ugh. That sounds disgusting.”
“Unagi might not be so bad on a pizza,” she jokes, running her fingers through her unbound hair and tossing it over a shoulder.
“That is the most disgusting thing I have ever heard in my life.” In addition, I’m not a huge unagi fan. I like maguro, but tuna pizza is gag-inducing. “Stick to sex toys. Restaurants aren’t your thing.”
“Don’t worry. A woman’s gotta know her limitations.”
“So what are you working on?” Hopefully, talking about her work will settle her down. I gesture at a smooth stick about a foot long, made with white plastic. “Is that from your company?”
“No. It’s actually a device I bought from one of our competitors overseas.”
I wipe my hands with a napkin thoroughly before I pick it up. I hit a button, expecting it to vibrate, but instead, a blue light comes on at the tip of the device and starts blinking.
“What does this light do? It better not be a signal to let the user know that the device is on. I’ll know it’s on when it starts vibrating.”
And we can use it on her,my dick suggests.
I ignore it. She wouldn’t have bought a mere vibrator from a competitor. There has to be more.
Sierra smiles. “It’s a signal that it’s ready to pair with your phone through Bluetooth.”
“So you use phone as a remote?” It’s a little clunky if your phone’s large like mine, but I suppose it could work.
She laughs. “No. It connects to the camera and viewing app you need to install.”
“How unexpected.” I scrutinize the stick. “Are you supposed to make a sex tape with it?”
“No.” She nearly chokes with laughter. “This is basically a vibrator/dildo. When you use it while paired to your phone, it’s going to show you what it looks like inside.”
“As in, inside the woman’s vagina.” I turn the stick in my hand, wondering what kind of research was done before deciding that viewing the interior of a vagina is a popular kink.
“Yes.”
I frown. “Can’t you do that at your gynecologist’s office?”
“Trust me, the sonogram they use does not vibrate.”
“I learn something new every day.”
She laughs again. “You’re welcome.”
I stare at the blue light, then turn it off. “Does watching your vagina turn you on?”
“No. But maybe for some people?” She shrugs, her cheeks pinker than before. “Men are very visual.”
“I doubt men get turned on by looking at the inside of a vagina. Or at least it can’t be a common kink. Otherwise every porn site would have it.”
“You never know…”