Amy listened to the melody of her favorite track fade and felt the deepest regret. Not that the song was in anyway melancholy, it was in fact a quite loud and aggressive punk rock number. The fact remained that Amy was destined to not see her idols, The Dommes, perform live. The only show within a thousand miles had sold out in minutes and a sudden drop of internet connection had cost her the one chance at tickets. Not that it had stopped that bitch Julia from getting a pair. The bragging that she was doing at work and all over social media was unbearable.
The last time the two of them had been in the same room outside of work was at Julia's Christmas party several months back. If there weren't going to be the rest of their coworkers there, Amy definitely wouldn't have attended. Not just because Julia was obnoxious, but Amy had just broken up with her boyfriend a week prior. The only saving grace was that she was able to consume enough alcohol to not remember most of the night. Something that she never did under normal circumstances, but that night was an exception. The memory was also a pointed reminder that she hadn't had sex in months. Something she needed to rectify sooner then later.
Amy huffed at the thought, took out her earbuds and decided to leave her room. She had been listening to the same three albums back to back in hopes that she might lessen the pain of not hearing the songs in person. It wasn't working. She would give anything to go to that concert. She had scoured the internet, talked to people all over town, even considered putting up flyers, in hopes that someone might sell her a ticket. Even at an enormously inflated price. But no one was selling. She needed to get her mind off it. It was too late now.
The sun shining through the front door was inviting and Amy hadn't been outside of her room all morning. Some fresh air might do her good, Check the mail and go from there. She opened the door realizing it was already the afternoon, apparently wallowing past the time quite quickly. There was a package on her step, Amy written boldly on the top. Odd, she wasn't expecting any deliveries. She leaned down and scooped it up and a couple envelopes from her mailbox and brought them inside. Placing the package on the counter she couldn't find any address it might have come from.
Curiosity piqued she ripped the couple pieces of tape holding the lid on and lifted it away. There sat on a bed of white fabric a small note. In a fluid hand someone had written:
A VIP pass to The Dommes tonight.
Must wear everything in the box and be in the VIP lineup by 8.
Don't be late.
J.
Amy's heart lurched. What? Who is J? This must be a joke. Right? Lifting the white cloth revealed it to be a shirt with the bands second album cover on it. Her breath caught. She had a similar one in black in her closet. It was her favorite shirt and was worn almost to destruction. Hope soared in her chest. Could this really be happening? She might actually see the Dommes tonight? Looking back into the package there was a smaller box. Lifting it gently she opened it and had to take a moment to process what she was seeing. There were two inlayed slots. One had an oblong purple shape that curved into a thin strand. The other slot was rectangular and noticeably empty. The cogs in Amy's head turned. Click. Her eyes grew wide. This was a remote-controlled vibrator... Where was the remote?
Justin sat in the parking lot a long time. He had gotten far too excited and ended up arriving almost a full hour early. He had passed the time checking his phone nervously every two minutes. 7:32. Close enough. He exited his car and made his way to the south side of the building. People were lined up already waiting to get into the small arena. The line at the VIP entrance off to the side was much shorter.
Justin felt in his pocket for the hundredth time. Two VIP passes lay tucked away safely, and right next to them was the remote. His mind wandered to whether this plan was going to work. He knew how desperately Amy wanted to go to the concert, but it was well within possibility that a sudden package of sex toys might send too strong a message. They barely knew each other, she might not recognize him at all. Doubt crept into his mind but he quickly squashed it. Worst case scenario, she doesn't show and he would simply enjoy the concert by himself. It was some good fortune that his pal Dave worked at the venue and could hook him up with the passes.
Justin checked the time on his phone 7:37. Oh come on! He moved off to a bench a short way away from the line. He sat and ran a hand through his hair. He kicked himself for not getting it trimmed before coming. Its fine. Resting his arms on the knees of his jeans he looked back towards the parking lot scanning for any sight of her. He took another steadying breath as he physically had to stop his leg from bouncing restlessly. Turned on his phone. 7:40. He sighed. He tilted his head back up and a flash of white caught his eye.
Amy walked tentatively across the lot. Her eyes glancing back and forth as she made her way towards the VIP line. Justin stopped breathing all together. She was a vision to behold. Her hair was a blaze of bright red waves that hung past her shoulders. The sleeve of tattoos cascading down her right arm accenting the white shirt he had picked out. It fit amazingly. Tight enough to hug her curves and the neckline showing just a hint of her modest cleavage. She had accompanied it with a tight denim skirt and fishnet stockings. A pair of black calf high boots completed the ensemble and made her legs go on for days.
Justin wasn't sure how long he had been gawking but Amy had already strode past and was getting into the line. Summoning his fortitude, he stood and slowly took his place behind her. She had walked past him and not noticed. Maybe she didn't remember him after all. She was still nervously looking around. Her eyes looked right at him and he could see no recognition at all. His heart sunk. Was he so unremarkable? Part of him was rather irritated by that. Let's see her forget him after tonight. Justin's hand slid into his pocket and he felt the remote there. A smirk crept onto his face. He looked her up and down once more from behind. Her slender shoulders, the curve of her waist, the flare of her hips.
Click. Justin's thumb pressed the button. There was a second of delay before he heard it. The sudden gasp accompanied by a quick wiggle of the hips. His smirk broadened into a full faced grin. She was actually wearing it. Amy's posture became more rigid as she fought against the toy, trying to appear as though nothing was amiss. The line had begun to move and she slowly kept pace. Her eyes darting around a little more worriedly. She still didn't have a pass. She looked back once more and Justin straightened his face just in time for her not to suspect. His thumb twitched again turning the vibrations slowly higher. Her face contorted as she quickly turns back around stifling a moan.
"Excited for the show?" Justin asks stepping up beside his victim with a friendly smile.
