A new review

The next few days passed in a haze of restless distraction for Dawn. She attended lectures on psychology, nodding along as professors droned on about shaping young minds, but her own thoughts were consumed by something far more primal. The memory of the vibrator’s buzzing intensity lingered in her body like an itch she couldn’t scratch.

She had asked Polly for it back just once, just to test it again but the tall blonde had only laughed, her blue eyes glinting with mischief. "I like this new **** Dawn," she’d purred, tucking the toy into her own bedside drawer. "Much more fun than the prude who used to blush at the word ‘orgasm.’"

Dawn had never considered herself a particularly sexual person before. Sex had always been something distant, theoretical something other people obsessed over while she focused on her studies. But now? Now her body had other ideas. Every brush of fabric against her thighs, every idle moment, sent her mind spiralling back to that first, shocking wave of pleasure.

By the time Friday arrived, Dawn was wound tight with anticipation and dread. She had to return the vibrator to Wendy and Tim, and though Polly had reluctantly agreed to hand it over, she’d done so with conditions.

"First," Polly had said, leaning against Dawn’s bedroom door with a smirk, "I pick your outfit today. And second no new toys until I’ve seen them first."

Dawn had agreed, though the wicked gleam in Polly’s eyes had set off warning bells in her mind. Her friend’s idea of fashion tended toward the provocative, and Dawn braced herself for something scandalous.

To her surprise, Polly produced a simple black dress short, yes, but not the barely there lingerie she’d feared.

"Wow," Dawn murmured, holding it up against herself. "You actually know my measurements?"

Polly winked. "Meant to be a birthday gift. But I couldn’t wait."

Dawn stripped out of her jeans and t-shirt, sliding the dress over her head. The fabric clung just enough to hint at her curves, the neckline loose enough that her small breasts threatened to spill free if she moved too quickly. The hem barely grazed the tops of her thighs, leaving her feeling exposed but when she turned to the mirror, she had to admit the effect was… striking.

She reached for a pair of tights, but Polly’s hand shot out, stopping her.

"What are you doing?" Polly arched a brow, her grin widening.

"Just getting tights?" Dawn frowned.

Polly stepped closer, her presence suddenly overwhelming. Before Dawn could react, her friend’s fingers hooked into the waistband of her panties and yanked them down in one swift motion. Dawn gasped, stumbling back onto the bed, legs splayed.

Polly held the damp fabric aloft like a trophy, her gaze locked between Dawn’s thighs. "Good to see you don’t need another waxing," she mused. Then, her voice dropping to a whisper: "I decide what you wear today, slut. And I didn’t say you could wear underwear."

Dawn’s face burned, but something hot coiled low in her stomach.

"Lose the bra, too," Polly ordered.

With trembling fingers, Dawn unclipped it, letting the straps slide down her arms. The dress offered no support, no protection just the whisper of fabric against her bare skin, her nipples already pebbling beneath it.

"Perfect," Polly murmured. Then, with a playful swat to Dawn’s ass: "Now go. Don’t keep your bosses waiting."

The midday train was nearly empty, but Dawn had never felt so seen. Every shift of her body sent the dress riding higher, the rough fabric of the seat grinding against her bare skin. She was hyper aware of the thousands of strangers who had sat here before her the sweat, the dirt, the history of it all pressing against her most intimate places.

Her thighs clenched. She was wet.

By the time she reached the office, her nerves were frayed. Wendy and Tim greeted her in the meeting room, their expressions unreadable as she handed over the vibrator.

"So," Wendy said, tapping the box with a manicured nail. "Did you enjoy your first review?"

Dawn hesitated then decided on honesty. "It was… amazing. I’ve never felt anything like it."

Wendy exchanged a glance with Tim. "Honestly, we didn’t think this would be for you. Our customers tend to be… adventurous. And you’ve always struck us as…"

"A prude?" Dawn’s voice was sharp.

Tim held up his hands. "We’d never ask you to do something you’re uncomfortable with. We can just pay you for the photos and call it—"

Before he could finish, Dawn grabbed the hem of her dress and yanked it up, exposing herself completely.

"Would a prude do this?" she challenged.

Wendy’s lips curved. "Well. It seems we misjudged you." She leaned forward. "But the next toy might be… ****."

Dawn lowered the dress, chin high. "I’m ready."

Tim returned with a sleek black box. Inside lay a smooth pink egg, attached to a thin rubber cable. Dawn frowned, turning it over in her hands until Wendy pressed a hidden button, and a pulse of vibration made her gasp.

"A love egg," Wendy explained. "Wi-Fi and Bluetooth compatible. It syncs to music, voice commands—even remote control. And this one? It adapts to your body. You’ll barely feel it… until it’s on."

Dawn’s breath hitched. "So I just… put it in?"

"Wear it for a week. Document everything. And this time proper reviews."

Dawn nodded eagerly then froze as she realized both were still watching her.

"Oh," she whispered. "You want me to… now?"

Tim smiled. "It’s a prototype. We need to ensure proper placement. Unless you’d prefer I step out?"

Dawn’s pulse roared in her ears. She’d already bared herself to them but this? This was different.

Swallowing hard, she hiked up her dress, spreading her legs.

"Need lube?" Wendy asked.

Dawn shook her head. She was more than ready.

With a little effort she pushed the egg into her already wet pussy, initially it felt like it wouldn't fit in her little hole but there was a change and barring the small rubber cable between her lips she felt no discomfort.

She stood upright and Wendy handed her an envelope containing the instructions and her money. Dawn accepted it and left the office, a strange feeling of excitement filling her body.

Once on the train she opened the envelope and hid the cash in her purse, the carriage was busier then before with people returning home from work, she read the instructions, they were relatively simple, the device would automatically connect to Bluetooth or WIFI and then would activate, she gave it a shot, putting in her earphones she began to listen to Her favourite band Kings of Leon, the track was sex on fire which she thought was appropriate.

Immediately she felt the device activate and let out a little moan, she had not been expecting it to be so sudden or intense she looked around the carriage to see if anyone was looking, but she got away with it, the base of the song kicked in and Dawns back arched in pleasure, she dropped her phone and it slid under the seat. panic hit her, the song was building and so was her orgasm.

No. No no no—

The song built. So did she.

Dawn dropped to her knees, scrambling for the phone as pleasure crackled through her. The dress rode up, her bare ass and pussy on full display for the two construction workers across from her.

"Oooh, this sex is on fire!" blared in her ears—

And she shattered.

Back arched, fingers clutching at nothing, Dawn came right there on the filthy train floor, exposed to anyone who cared to look.

When she finally caught her breath, she realized—

The men had seen everything.

Dawn didn't look directly at the men but at their reflection in the window, both had clearly seen her and she was getting more excited, this would defiantly make an interesting review story.