Maya was sitting on the couch, watching the news when I walked through the door.

“It’s nice of you to make it home. Walk of shame much?”

I rolled my eyes.

“Jealous much bitch?” I replied.

We both laughed, and I collapsed on the couch next to her. We gave each other a recap of our days at work. I was just waiting for the questions that she was sure to ask, and eventually, she did.

“So, I hear that you were chatting up your two men again last night.”

“I am so fucked. Like this is the worst thing that can happen. I don’t want to date one guy let alone two. I mean really, who in the hell does that? A floozy that is who. Oh, fuck my life.”

I looked over at Maya, who was bowed over laughing.

“Seriously fuck your life? Poor you. You have two of the hottest men in Vegas showing up at your bar every few days, sitting in your section each time, they take you home and obviously fuck the life out of you, and you see this as a bad thing? Bitch please.”

I sighed, looking over at Maya who was giving her the eye.

“Okay, now that is out of the way, I want details,” she continued. “Like how big are the cocks? I’ve seen Gavin dance and it totally looks like he’s packing, but I want to know if it’s as big as it seemed. Like is it big or is he stuffing the boxers? What about Ryan? He was packing too right? Like was it the size of a toddler arm? Come on, give a sister something. My lady parts are woefully absent of a cock these days, so living vicariously through your slutty pussy is all I’ve got. Are we talking length and girth or is it just one? Please tell me it wasn’t short and fat. That is why you’re so upset, right? They had all kinds of false advertising? They’ve got sad Vienna sausage cocks? Fucking hell, those cocknuggets! Oh, the humanity, what as the world come to?”

I threw a pillow at Maya, and we collapsed in a fit of giggles. Once we stopped laughing, I answered her questions.

“The cocks were fine, more than fine. However, that isn’t the issue. I had a good time with them. We talked, and it was great. I even slept there. I don’t sleep with the men I have sex with. What in the hell am I going to do? We even made plans to see each other next week.”

“Just because you dated Crosby, doesn’t mean all men are like him. I really want to say I told you so because fuck Crosby Crawford. That is the douchiest name ever, who was a fucking boy, not a damn man. You can’t judge every man after him against one jackass. Yes, he screwed you over big time, but that doesn’t mean the next one will. You are young, beautiful, smart and sassy. Just promise me you’ll leave the door open to see what will happen. You need to throw caution to the wind once in a while, especially with guys that seem pretty amazing.”

Over the next week, the guys stopped into the bar a few times just to see me, flirting and teasing me each time. The day before their date, Gavin stopped into the bar before going to work and gave me a gift. He told me not to open it until I got home and to follow the instructions inside.

It took everything in me to not open the package. When I got home, Maya was already drinking a glass of wine and watching the most recent episode of her favorite reality show.

I grabbed the bottle of wine from the coffee table and filled the glass that Maya had already set out for me.

“What’s in the bag?” Maya asked as she eyed the bag sitting on my lap.

“I don’t know. Gavin brought it by tonight and said to open it when I got home. I’m a little worried about what it could be.”

Maya grabbed the bag off my lap and pulled out a wrapped box and note.

“D – inside you’ll find a little something that we expect you to wear for us during your shift tomorrow. Open the box now, then finish reading this.”

Maya ripped the paper off the package and broke out in laughter.

I pulled the box out of her hands and see that it is a Bluetooth controlled vibrator.

“Oh, holy hell. What else does the note say?”

Maya picked up the card and continued reading.

“Follow the instructions in the box and set-up your account. You need to send connection requests to VegasBomb69 and VegasBomb83. When you get to work, you need to insert the vibrator and make sure that you keep your phone on you all night. If you’re a good girl and follow directions, you’ll get a reward at the end of the night.”

I opened the box, and the vibrator fell into my hand. I looked at the instruction book and charger cable, shaking my head. Maya grabbed the vibrator and plugged it into to charger before snatching the instruction manual from my hands.

“Okay you need to go download this app. Give me your phone. I’m taking care of this because you tend to get all squirrelly. I’m not giving you the opportunity to overthink this.”

Maya downloaded the app, set up my account and sent the connection requests to Gavin and Ryan.

“You do know that this brings a completely different meaning to phone a friend?” Maya asked, dissolving into a fit of giggles and almost knocking over the wine bottle on the table.

After a few glasses of wine and an hour or so to charge, Maya turned the remote on and started playing with the app, the toy bouncing on her palm.

“Fucking A! Do you think your guys will buy me one of these? I mean look at it. This is going to be fucking phenomenal. I can only imagine the orgasm you’ll have with this baby. If it wasn’t weird, I would totally take this and try it out for you, but I know that is a little too much, right?”

I burst out laughing at Maya’s outburst and swiped the toy from her hand.

“Okay, no more playing with my toy. Now I need to figure out where in the hell that I can stow my phone in that dress.”

“Oh, oh, oh I know, I know.”

Maya ran out of the room and down the hall to her bedroom. A few minutes later she’s throwing a scrap of lace at me.

“What in the hell is this?”

“It’s a boob pocket. You can attach it to the front of your bra, and your phone will slide right in. Problem solved.”

I examined the lace pocket and shrugged.

“Okay, it can’t be that bad.”