A new me

Dawn’s vision narrowed. The walls seemed to pulse and tilt. She could feel the blood drain from her face, and her legs buckled. Before she hit the floor, Tim caught her arm and gently guided her into a chair.

“Mmm… voices…” she murmured. They were muffled, as if underwater.

A moment passed. Her breath slowed, the dizziness ebbed, and the fluorescent lights above gradually sharpened into focus. Wendy crouched in front of her, her brow creased with concern.

“Are you alright, sweetheart? Do you need some water?”

Dawn nodded, wordlessly. A moment later, Wendy returned with a plastic cup. Dawn sipped it slowly, the cold helping anchor her spinning thoughts.

“Sorry,” she muttered, setting the cup down with trembling fingers. “I didn’t mean to faint. I just… wasn’t expecting this.”

Wendy exchanged a glance with Tim. “Expecting what, exactly?”

Dawn shifted in the chair, still pale but more alert now. “I thought I’d be testing electronics. You know—like headphones, or kitchen gadgets… not…” she trailed off, eyes flicking to the small box Tim had brought in.

Wendy’s face hardened. “You didn’t read the full posting, did you?”

Tim sighed. “Our company specializes in intimate wellness products. Primarily sex toys. All we ask is honest feedback, and verification that you’ve actually used them. That’s what the photos are for.”

Dawn flushed. She felt like a child who hadn’t done her homework.

Wendy crossed her arms. “Look, this isn’t going to work. You’re clearly not comfortable. There’s no shame in that, but”

“No.” Dawn stood, surprising both of them with the firmness in her voice. “I am your girl. Whatever you need… I’ll do it.”

Her voice dipped. “I really, really need the money.”

Wendy studied her. There was a flicker of something behind her eyes approval, perhaps. Without a word, Tim handed Dawn the box.

She opened it, hands still slightly shaky. Inside, nestled in black satin, was a sleek, silver, bullet shaped device about six inches long, with a button at the base. Dawn pressed it experimentally. A soft hum filled the air. The vibration tickled her palm.

Oddly… it felt kind of nice.

“What do I do with this?” she asked, voice barely above a whisper.

Wendy’s tone was brisk now. “You test it. You use it on yourself. You take clear, tasteful photos during or after use. You write a detailed review between one and five thousand words. Once it’s approved, you’ll be paid.”

Dawn nodded slowly and slipped the toy into her bag.

As she reached the door, Wendy called out, half teasing, “And do something about that bush.”

The bus ride home passed in a blur. Dawn barely registered the stops or the chatter of fellow passengers. Her mind buzzed with confusion, nerves, and something else she couldn’t quite name. She had never seen a sex toy in real life, much less used one. And now… she had to write a review of one?

Still, she kept repeating it to herself: I need the money.

The supermarket felt strangely bright and sterile under the weight of her thoughts. She found a can of shaving foam, a cheap razor pack.

Back at the flat, she was relieved to find it empty. Polly wasn’t home.

She locked the bathroom door behind her and stripped off her clothes, one layer at a time. She began with her legs, the blade gliding awkwardly over skin she hadn’t touched in years. Then, with nervous anticipation, she placed a mirror between her thighs and tackled the thick patch of dark hair Wendy had so bluntly commented on.

It took time. Care. Awkward angles. But finally, she sat on the bathroom floor, legs open, skin tingling and newly bare.

She stared.

The sight of her own shaved pussy was startling. ****. Beautiful.

Was that really her?

She reached down, almost involuntarily, her fingertips brushing the smooth lips of her pussy. The skin was tender, slightly irritated, but underneath the discomfort was a strange curiosity. She dipped into Polly’s expensive coconut lotion and gently rubbed it over herself. The cool cream soothed her burning skin, and as her fingers moved in slow, uncertain circles, her mind flashed back, Tim’s gaze, Wendy’s comment, the weight of the vibrator in her hand.

she’d never really explored herself. Not like this, her friends (especially Polly) had spoken about masturbating but she had never been interested.

Her hand moved lower. She found the tiny, swollen nub just above her slit. The moment she touched it, a jolt of sensation raced through her hips. Her breath hitched. A second later, moisture slipped from her body in a slow, glistening trickle.

What is happening to me? she thought, heart racing.

She panicked, pulling her legs shut.

Her skin flushed with heat. She stood up shakily, pulled on a bra and panties, then a robe. Her underwear quickly dampened with arousal, the fabric chafing her still-sensitive folds. With a grimace, she slipped them off and padded into the kitchen in just her bra and robe.

She poured herself a mug of tea, hoping the warmth would settle her.

The door opened. Polly burst in, all blonde energy and high heels, trailed by one of her usual male companions tall, dark-skinned, with a flirtatious grin.

“Hey, sweet cheeks!” Polly sang. “How was the interview?”

Dawn **** a smile. “Weird… but good. I should have the money I owe you by next week.”

Polly grinned, winking. “Don’t make me pimp you out for it now.”

She turned to her date. “Tony, how much would you pay to fuck her?”

Tony looked Dawn up and down, clearly amused. “I dunno… ten?”

They all laughed. Dawn joined in, but something twisted inside her. Ten? Her face remained calm, but her insides simmered.

Polly waved as she disappeared down the hall. “Entertain Tony! I’ll be back in five!”

Five turned to ten. Then thirty.

Dawn made small talk with Tony. He liked talking about himself—his degree, his DJ gigs, his philosophy on parties. She nodded, half-listening, until she noticed his eyes flickering nervously.

He kept looking down… and then back up.

She glanced down and realized her robe had come slightly open. Her legs were parted. Her freshly shaven pussy was fully on display.

Her first instinct was to close it but something stopped her.

She left it open.

Tony swallowed, clearly distracted now, lips slightly parted. Dawn’s heartbeat quickened, not with fear but with something else. Something thrilling.

Footsteps broke the moment. Polly’s voice floated from the hall. “Almost ready!”

Dawn blushed and pulled the robe closed, but not before seeing the bulge in Tony’s jeans.

Polly re-entered, strutting. “Right, big boy. You ready for me?”

Tony barely looked at her. His eyes lingered on Dawn, who now watched from behind her tea mug.

As they left, she heard him murmur to Polly, “Honestly? I’d pay fifty.”

Dawn’s smile was small. But real.