Aggie chuckled. “Did you really just call it a wiener?”
“It’s less dirty than you’d imagine,” Myrna said in her professorial voice, “but if that bothers you or him, you can prepare for penetration in advance. Clean yourself out, so to speak.” Myrna wrapped an arm around Toni’s shoulders and led her toward a section of enemas, lubes, and anal-sex toys.
Reagan wondered if Myrna missed teaching. She seemed to like instructing Toni in her no-nonsense way, and it was obvious that clueless Toni needed all the instruction she could tolerate. Toni stared at Myrna—partially horrified, partially fascinated—as Myrna explained the ins and outs of enema use, complete with hand demonstrations.
“It’s hard to believe someone so innocent still exists in this day and age. Is she super religious or something?” Aggie asked.
Reagan shrugged. “I don’t think so. She has a little sister with Down Syndrome, who she’s been raising since she was a teenager. I don’t think she’s had time to explore her sexuality.”
“Holy shit!” bellowed the sheltered woman in question as she gaped at a life-size replica of a human fist made of black silicon attached to a wooden handle. “That cannot fit up in there. Cannot. Nope. I don’t believe it.”
“She’s totally adorable,” Aggie decided, sharing a throaty chuckle.
“And harmless.”
They discovered Jessica and Rebekah in one corner of the store discussing the benefits of Kegel exercises for men.
“So Sed can stop his orgasm completely?” Rebekah looked awestruck.
“He comes, but doesn’t let himself ejaculate,” Jessica said. “So he can keep going for a really long time.”
“Shut the fuck up, Jess. No way!”
“I’m serious.”
Rebekah noticed that the rest of the women had joined them. “Can any of your men do that? Come without ejaculating?”
“Only when wearing a cock ring,” Aggie said.
“I’ve tried those with Eric,” Rebekah said. “He just spurts right through them. I swear the guy is a cum factory.”
“Brian’s good at holding back,” Myrna said. “Well, he’s powerless against the finger”—she wiggled her index finger at them—“but on his own he lasts longer than any man I’ve ever been with.”
“What do you do with your finger?” Toni asked.
“Prostate massage. If you want me to show you how to do it—”
“I’ve done it with Logan,” she interrupted, “but I used one of those things.” She pointed at a prostate vibrator sitting on a nearby shelf.
Reagan laughed at how casual Toni was about it. “I guess we have nothing to worry about. Logan seems to be doing a pretty good job teaching you what you need to know.”
“He’s the absolute best,” Toni gushed. “And he never makes me feel stupid for not knowing things about sex.”
“Well, if you ever need advice, you can ask any of us,” Reagan said. “We all have lots of experience.”
Rebekah crinkled her brows at her. “Thanks, Reagan. You make us sound like sluts.”
“Well, then, I’ll speak only for myself,” Reagan said. “I have lots of experience.” And she didn’t care who knew it.
“I’ve been meaning to ask another woman one thing,” Toni said. “Should you swallow?”
The entire group burst into laughter. Even Toni joined in after an awkward pause.
“Only if you love him,” Myrna said, patting her on the back. “Are we ready to get this young lady some decent clothes?”
Reagan eyed the cock cages she’d been planning to purchase and set them on a random shelf. If Trey and Ethan wanted to fuck each other when she wasn’t around, that should be their right. She did buy a huge tub of lube, though, and asked if the clerk could deliver it to the hotel. She’d likely throw out her back if she tried lugging it around all day while they shopped. She also bought cherry-flavored lube just for Trey. She knew how much he liked the stuff.
“Do you really use that much lube?” Toni asked as they exited the store.
Reagan forced her lungs to draw air as she instantly wilted in the southern Louisiana humidity.
“Ethan and Trey use a lot,” she said, fanning her face with one hand. The slight breeze her fingers produced didn’t help in the least. She’d become accustomed to LA’s scorching summers, but this heavy, sticky air was plain miserable.
“On you or each other?”
“Both,” she said. Now that they were out of the sex shop, she didn’t much feel like divulging the intimate details of her sexual relationships.
Jessica trotted ahead to a fashion boutique and peered into the glass storefront. “I think we have a winner!”
While Jessica and Myrna thought Toni was best suited for professional attire, Reagan and Rebekah insisted she’d be better off wearing T-shirts and jeans. She’d fit in with the road crew in casual clothes and wouldn’t stand out as odd while she was touring with the band. But they soon discovered a problem with trying to fit Toni into a T-shirt: she was so chesty that the cotton threatened to split over her breasts and the hems of the tops didn’t come close to reaching the waistband of her jeans. So the jeans worked fine, but the T-shirts were a no-go.
“I think she’d look cute in a sweater set,” Jessica said. Well, of course she thought that. The woman owned sweater sets in every color imaginable. But sweater sets on Toni created a different problem: Toni’s boobs stretched the neck down until she had so much cleavage, everyone in the store was ogling her breasts.
“I hate clothes shopping,” Toni moaned, trying to yank the sweater up over her exposed cleavage.
The button-down shirt Myrna had her try on gaped several inches between Toni’s breasts. She couldn’t get the third fastener closed at all.
“A bigger size perhaps,” the clerk suggested. She probably feared someone would lose an eye if a button happened to pop.
All her life Reagan had envied women with large breasts, but now that she saw the struggle Toni had in finding clothes that fit, she was grateful for her small chest.
“You have the perfect figure for a corset,” Aggie said, eyeing Toni’s body appreciatively.
Toni’s eyes bulged. “A corset?” The word came out as a squeak.
“I’ll make you one,” Aggie offered. She instructed the clerk to take Toni’s measurements and write them down for her.
“Why are you being so nice to me when I said that awful thing to you earlier?” Toni asked.
Aggie shrugged. “I’ve been mistaken for worse, and I can tell you didn’t mean to hurt my feelings.” Aggie stroked a loose lock of mousy brown hair behind Toni’s ear. “Don’t let it bother you, honey.”
“I really am sorry.”
“I know. I forgive you.”
Wow. Reagan wasn’t sure how Toni had so quickly gotten on Aggie’s good side, but she had to admit it was really hard to stay mad at someone as genuinely nice as Toni always was.
“Where did you get your current wardrobe?” Myrna asked. “This store obviously isn’t working for us. Do they have special stores for women with your, uh . . .” Her gaze flicked to Toni’s chest. “. . . attributes?”