“Wear these please.” said the note in the card.
She’d opened the box. Inside was a set of pink love eggs. ‘Really?’ she’d thought, but couldn’t help finding the idea appealing. Afterall, it would only be them that knew, and a little secret kinky edge to the evening could prove fun.
During the car ride to the venue she had felt every minor bump on the road distinctly, and she was glad she had chosen a slightly more substantial set of underwear than normal. She might make the party without having a damp stain at the seat of her dress.
He said he would wait at the bar, and sure enough there he was, his knowing smile a silent question to whether she had agreed to his request.
She smiled and winked to confirmed her answer.
He stood and held out his left arm to walk her to the function room. He leaned in to whisper,
“There was something else I didn’t mention, if you’re up for it.”
“Intriguing. What is it?”
He slid his right hand into his jacket pocket and showed her the palmed item. A small box with a dial surrounded by incremental numbers. It was set to 1.
“Is that what I think it is?” she giggled.
He pressed the on button and a very gentle throb came from the egg inside her causing her to bite her lip holding in a giggle,
“You are evil,” She giggled.
“That’ll be a yes then. Excellent. There’s a few different settings. Just let me know if it’s too far.”
The party was the regular monotonous investors party, full of tiresome rich men that guffawed, and women with just as much money bitched about every other female in the room.
He gave her no notice of every internal shiver. Thankfully they were silent, or at least muffled enough due to where the were that no-one could hear them. There was a setting that was a constant low hum. Another gently pulsed. Another that alternately soared then dropped.
So far she had counted 5 different beats, but the dial had been numbered to 20.
They took to the dance floor and she took the chance of the closeness to enquire what the other numbers were.
“Different strengths. The lower numbers are softer and those are the ones I’ve gone through. I didn’t know how safe it was to try higher.”
She looked directly in his eyes. “Try one.”
She stuck his hand in his pocket and fiddled with the dial.
“I’m not sure what it’s set to. Hit me with it.”
In an instant she was glad of the darkened dancefloor and loud enough music as she was hit by the most powerful throb she had ever felt. Her legs felt weak at the shock and thankfully he held her close and upright as she used his jacket to gag her moan. He quickly stuck his hand back in his pocket, switched the remote off and glanced to check it.
“We’ll not be using that one in public again then. You set it right up to 19. We are soooo going to have to see the effect of 20 in the car back to the hotel.”
“Can we just go now.” She breathed into his chest.
31/11/17
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