Chapter 5: Regret
Scott and the whole sordid episode clung to her skin, invaded her nostrils and taste buds. She still felt a memory of Scott, especially in her pussy muscles. It took Kelly a day and a half to wash it out of her life. To forget the immediate smell and feel of it. On the second day after the shoot, she woke up and instantly resolved two things. She needed a boyfriend who would satisfy her and keep her out of trouble like she'd had. She needed a powerful and very pleasurable vibrator. Better than a man would be good.
Finding the right boyfriend would be a longer term project. As to the other, she had some time before class, and she had an idea of where to go.
Kelly walked into the Sexy Lady Boutique. It had been a short walk from her dorm. She weaved through the displays of lingerie in the front ranging from tasteful but flattering to positively nasty. She walked through a section of the store that had cute kitty-cat body suits. They could be any Halloween costume. Behind that was what she assumed was some kind of weird fetish clothing. She walked into the back room where the sex toys were sold.
A young woman not much older than her greeted her. "I'm Martha. What can I do for you?"
"Kelly. I want to buy a vibrator," said Kelly forthrightly. She'd planned what she would say.
"Wonderful," said Martha. "What did you have in mind?"
"I know what I need," Kelly replied, "but I've never owned one."
"Well," said Martha, "we have these very simple pink vibrators for first time buyers. Just twist the end like this, and you're in business." Martha twisted it and it started up with a "Vvvvv!" and then stopped when she twisted it off. "They're durable, and cheap, too. Not waterproof, though."
It didn't look to Kelly like this hard pink plastic wand would be up to the task of making her forget Scott. "What else do you have?" she asked.
"Well, these rabbit style vibrators are very popular," Martha said. She picked one up and pointed out its features to Kelly. "You see, this part goes in, and this part stays outside on your..." She grabbed the vibrator around the shaft. She turned the vibrator on, "Vvvvv!" so the bunny part was wiggling like crazy. Then she slid it into her grasp so the bunny rabbit pressed up against the web of her hand. "See?"
Kelly nodded.
"There are some," Martha said, picking up another similar looking model, "that also do this." She flipped a switch, and the shaft part, the part that would go inside her, diddled around. There were also a bunch of pearl-like little balls inside the middle of the shaft that spun around. That was a lot of stuff going on.
It looked a lot more persuasive than the first one. But she realized she would have to trust Martha and get more specific about what she was after. Kelly leaned close to Martha and whispered, "I need one that's better than a man."
Martha leaned a little closer and whispered back. "As far as I'm concerned, they're all better than a man."
Kelly snickered at this notion. "Yeah, who needs them?"
"Amen to that," Martha smiled.
A couple in their thirties entered the back room. Hand-in-hand, they browsed the various products noncommittally. Kelly ignored them. She and Martha were leaning very close, whispering. Martha had such kind eyes. She had the feeling she could be great friends with Martha excepting she worked in a filthy sex shop. But what was she thinking? What she herself had done was much, much worse.
"Did I say something wrong?" Martha whispered.
"No I was just thinking about..." Kelly's face grew even darker as she whispered, "forgetting."
"We can find you the right toy," whispered Martha. "But what none of these toys can give you is companionship."
This was a lost cause, Kelly realized. Why did she even come in here?
Martha saw her falling expression and held up a finger. "But, but... Have you considered a woman instead?" Martha smiled awkwardly at her.
Kelly had walked right into this. Hell's bells. Martha was one of those. Martha was a very sweet, kind, and admirable... lesbian. Kelly had a heart, though. Martha looked utterly vulnerable. Kelly knew that feeling. She refused to make it worse. "I... uh... really, haven't but..."
Martha backpedaled. "I'm sorry, I don't know..." she slapped her hand to her eyes. "I don't hit on shoppers, at least I never have before. I should have seen you're not interested. Heh heh. Can we forget I said what I said?"
It was fun to be desired, even by a woman. "I'm flattered," Kelly said. "If I was interested in... that... you'd be my choice. I was thinking earlier, we could be good friends."
"I was thinking the same thing!" exclaimed Martha, as if Kelly had read her mind. She hastened to add, "And I have lots of completely platonic girlfriends, I mean vagina-having... just regular friends. It's perfectly normal for women like me to, you know, have just regular friends."
"I would like that," said Kelly. She really would. Martha was smart, funny, and worldly. This was a girl, a woman, whatever, who could help her make better decisions in life. She thought forward to the moment she had to tell Martha about the whore part. No. She could never. Not with anybody.
"But for now," said Martha confidently, "let's find you a vibrator that can make you forget about men FOREVER." They snickered conspiratorially. She was a really good friend.
"That's a tall order," said the man right behind her. Kelly just about jumped through the roof. She whirled around to address the couple.
"I'm sorry, I can't take him anywhere," joked the wife, or girlfriend. There was a ring on her finger. Wife.
"Oh my fuckin' God! Oh my fuckin' God!!" the man whirled and bent over as if she'd kicked him in the crotch.
"What?" asked the bewildered wife, now truly astonished and embarrassed by the man.
"It's her!" the man exclaimed. "Look!"
