When Abbey attends a sex toy party with her friends, she receives more attention than she bargained for from an anonymous fan. Is the creepy call coming from inside Abbey's house?
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"Unlisted?" Under the red and green dildo-decorated banner welcoming guests to the annual Pixie-Bob Holiday fiesta, Abbey looked at her buzzing phone. She sent the call to voicemail.
"Over here, Abbey!"
Across the hotel ballroom, a brown arm waved in the crowd, attached to a short person whose head was obscured by the average size partygoers around her.
Abbey headed for the arm. She nudged past a buff firefighter with an impressive hose, a jovial vampire with a talented tongue, and an attentive doctor who was sharing her tactile bedside manner with her ghostly comrade.
Hayes put down her hand and gave Abbey a hug. "You made it! What is this?" Hayes questioned the feline-printed flannel ensemble on display.
Abbey gestured to the fuzzy accessories mounted on her head, nose, and bottom. "Cat. Pajamas."
"Who says that? How old are you?" Hayes asked, sporting a United States women's national soccer team jersey.
"How old are you?" Abbey countered. Her phone buzzed in her pocket again. The screen showed a text from an unlisted number. Probably work related, but she was off the clock for the night.
"36," Hayes stated unapologetically.
"I'm 47, if that does anything for you." A slender woman, who towered over Hayes's zaftig yet petite form, joined their duo.
"Abbey, you've met my girlfriend Glimmer before?"
"I have not." Abbey shook her hand. "Where has Hayes been hiding you?"
"At the bank, an industry more boring than yours," Glimmer told Abbey. "I have heard all about you. I can't imagine a better business partner for my partner." She covered Hayes's face with deluge of smooches. "According to her, you're famous."
"Infamous," Hayes corrected. "Notorious, even."
Abbey dismissed the approbation. "I wouldn't go that far."
"Didn't I read in one of those online tabloids that you were, quote, 'a millionaire who provides professional suitors for the neglected wives of billionaires'? Agitating dudes in the upper echelons of the old boys' club will generate some haters," Hayes portended.
"I have had some passive aggressive run-ins with with husbands who were grumpy about played at their own game," Abbey disclosed. "But ultimately, they were harmless. I'm guessing that as the owner of an adult novelty company, you don't encounter many adversaries."
Hayes simpered, "Mostly written adulations from satisfied customers."
Glimmer noticed Abbey's ears, whiskers, and tail. "The cat's pajamas, awesome!"
"Thanks! Maybe I'm the only one who doesn't understand, but what is your costume supposed to represent, Glimmer?" Abbey observed her matching brown shirt and pants, with a plastic bikini top. "A hula dancer with a grass skirt on her head?"
"Did the dancer get drunk on poi?" Hayes proposed.
"I am a palm tree."
"Because you're tall? Way to play to your stereotype," Hayes scoffed.
"Stereotype? Look who's talking, professional women's athlete," Glimmer retorted.
Hayes poked her girlfriend's chest. "What's up with the bra on the outside of your clothes. Trees don't wear underwear."
"They are coconuts!"
"You both look great, albeit not that scary," Abbey attempted to pacify.
"It's a Spooky Christmas celebration," Hayes said.
"In November," Glimmer said.
"Mariah said we can start our Joyeux NoΓ«l now," Hayes replied. "Plus, Halloween paraphernalia is 50% off. And I'm not forcing my employees to celebrate Thanksgiving."
"The most terrifying holiday of them all," Glimmer said.
"I love it." Abbey glanced around the strategically lit room, decorated as a haunted gingerbread house. One corner was inhabited by Santa and her bare chested, male model elves, distributing Pixie-Bob stocking stuffer toys to any guest who sat on her lap. On the opposite side of the party, Hansel and Gretel lured trick-or-treaters into their witch's lair with king size candy bars and samosas.
"Where's Jed tonight?" Hayes inquired. "I thought your betrothed had completed the move, Oakland forever and whatnot."
Abbey pouted. "He's stuck in D.C. This transition is taking forever, with so many moving parts that I can't keep track of. He had planned to be here as the dog's pajamas, but he needed to wrap up loose ends with a client before a special election." Her pocket buzzed again. Another unlisted text. This time, she read both of them: "I can't stand anymore cheese. Give it to me straight."
"What?" Abbey demanded of her phone.
"Problem?" Hayes asked.
Abbey tucked her device away. "Wrong number."
"I hate when that happens," Glimmer murmured with a yawn.
"Long day?" Abbey said.
"I got out of bed way too early this morning, but I am here to party. It's Friday!" Glimmer pumped her fist in the air.
Past the buffet tables in the middle of the festivities, Abbey noticed a queue of guests trickling through a door framed by two guards. "Where are they going?"
Hayes looked in the direction of the activity. "We have a product demonstration every hour on the hour. The next one starts in a few minutes, if you want to go. It's the Pixie-Bob Tallulah."
"I've never seen any of the shows before, have you?" Glimmer asked Abbey.
"I haven't seen the Tallulah yet," Abbey said.
"Strap it on, and it does the work for you." Hayes herded them towards the line. The guard on the left pulled back a curtain for the trio to walk through a cloaked entrance.
Once they emerged from the tunnel, through another set of velour curtains, Hayes showed them to her reserved table, elevated off the left of the stage.
Glimmer peered at the intimate, yet growing crowd congregating in the center of the standing-room only floor. "Shouldn't we find a place down in front so we can see up close?"
Hayes sat down in her seat and motioned toward the front row. "Splash zone."
"Oop." Glimmer gasped and sat next to her.
Abbey took a gander at the stage, which contained a single, black sofa bathed in a warm spotlight.
Hayes pointed at the cushions. "Waterproof."
Abbey nodded. "Good to know."
"Isn't that Will?" Hayes looked at the open backstage door a few feet away from their table.
"Who's Will?" Glimmer tightened her coconut strings.
"Abbey's favorite employee."
"Technically, Will and I will be collaborating on a joint venture soon, so he won't be working for me much longer. He will be working with me." Abbey followed her gaze and squinted. "Apparently it is him." She saw that Will was dressed as a Ghostbuster, an outfit which unfortunately masked his muscular body with a shapeless beige jumpsuit and work boots. He was conversing intimately with a compact yet curvaceous, scantily-clad genie wearing an electric blue sequined bra, a miniscule thong under diaphanous pants, and a long, black ponytail braided from the top of her head.
Will felt Abbey's eyes boring into him. He gave her a small wave.
She waved back.
"Brielle said she was bringing a date," Hayes said.
"A date." Abbey pretended to be cool with the situation. Her phone buzzed again. "I just want to talk to you."
A voice on the speakers announced, "Please welcome Brielle and the Pixie-Bob Tallulah."
"She's the entertainment?" Glimmer watched Will help Brielle climb the stairs as the audience applauded warmly. While Will found a space on the wall to lean against, Brielle made her way to the spotlight, holding a small, cardboard box. Once she was seated, she said hello to the quiet crowd, unsealed the carton, and retrieved a violet, double headed device connected to a black harness, a remote, and a plastic bottle.
"Brielle is quite talented," Hayes assured, as an instrumental pop song played on the speakers.
Abbey scrutinized Will as his enamored gaze remained on the stage.
"Should I take off these pants?" Brielle petitioned the audience.
They cheered.
She removed the sheer material along with her gold sandals. "What about my panties?"
The audience cheered louder.
"All right, all right," Brielle laughed. She stepped out of her thong, took off her genie hat and scarf, and placed the items on top of her folded pants on the floor. Wearing only her sparkly bra, Brielle made herself comfortable on the sofa, her trimmed mound exposed for all to see. She explained the details of the Tallulah, a remote controlled, double penetration vibrator.
"Who is ready to see the Tallulah in action?" Brielle called out.
Abbey saw dozens of hands fly in the air, including Glimmer's.
Brielle opened the bottle. "First, plenty of lube." The gooey liquid drizzled down the purple silicone.
Abbey watched Brielle bend her knees and set her bare feet on the edge of the sofa. With her thick brown thighs spread wide, Brielle eased the longer prong of the modern gadget inside her dark pussy lips and the shorter prong into her lower hole. Then she fastened the harness around her hips.
She showed the audience how to use the buttons on the remote to switch the device to different settings. "Eep!" Brielle yelped. "That level is strong."
The crowd chuckled along with her.
"My favorite speed," Brielle clicked the remote, "is medium in the front, low in the back." The apparatus gyrated between her thighs. She massaged her knees and closed her eyes. "You can set it, and forget it. Well, not forget." Her slit began to ooze with her lady cum, droplets trickling through her fuzzy bush onto the cushion. "The Tallulah is hard to ignore. Yet she is so quiet. Listen."
A hush fell over the crowd. The vibrations of the toy were barely audible. However, Brielle's sighs were increasing. Her ample buttocks rotated, enhancing her pleasure.
As Brielle moaned, Abbey noticed multiple heated party guests trying to contain themselves as the performance heightened. A bearded merman adjusted his trident. A pair of skeletons rubbed each other's aching bones. A busty referee with a whistle lodged in her cleavage slid her fingers down the front of her hot pants.
"I'm getting close, y'all," Brielle uttered as she lay back, her left leg perched on the back of the couch, her right toes dangling near the stage floor. Her long braid curled under her neck. She grasped for the remote. "You want me to turn it up?"
The crowd roared with a unanimous, "Yes!"
Brielle pressed a button. The buzz from Tallulah intensified, which subsequently magnified the deep breathing from the onlookers.
Abbey peeked at the guests with the busy digits. By now, the merman's trident was at full mast, the skeletons' boners were no longer concealed, and the referee's whistle was bouncing on her breasts as she furiously fingered her quim. And was that knight's uncircumsized sword dripping with precum?
Brielle squirmed on the stage. "So close. Are y'all ready?"
"Yes!"
Brielle's hips bucked against the air. "Three... two..." The liquid sprayed from between her legs like a lawn sprinkler, squirting the stage and misting the front row of delighted viewers.
Brielle wails eventually subsided into faint exhales. She sprawled out on the cushions with a satiated grin. She growled, "Are you entertained?
Abbey watched Will join in with the rest of the already standing audience in a spirited ovation for Brielle, hooting and whistling for his date.
"That was amazing," Glimmer remarked, leaping to her feet.
Abbey's pocket buzzed. It was a series of texts from the same mysterious source.
"I can't wait to see you."
"Finally we can be together."