A remote control vibrator

Chloe stared at the small black object Aaron held out in his palm. It was sleek, egg-shaped, and no larger than a large grape, with a short, flexible silicone tail and a smooth, rounded head. A tiny remote with three buttons sat beside it in his other hand. For a moment her mind refused to process what she was seeing. Then understanding hit like cold water.

“Is that…?” Her voice came out barely above a whisper.

Aaron nodded, cheeks flushing deeper under the shade of the hedge. “A remote-control vibrator. I… I bought it online last week. It was expensive. Almost two hundred dollars. I wanted something that would prove to the guys that we’re really together. Something they can’t argue with.” He held it out a little farther, voice soft, almost apologetic. “I know it’s a lot to ask. But if you wear it today, just for a little while during the reception, and I can make it go off when they’re watching… they’ll finally leave me alone. Please, Chloe. I wouldn’t ask if it didn’t mean everything.”

Chloe’s pulse thundered in her ears. The dark green satin of her dress suddenly felt too tight against her skin. She glanced toward the main garden, where the soft strains of jazz and distant laughter still floated on the air. Josh was out there somewhere, waiting for her. The thought of him made her stomach twist with fresh guilt.

“Aaron, I can’t—”

“It’s quiet,” he interrupted gently. “No one will hear it. And I’ll only use low settings when people are around. Just enough so they can see the look on your face and know it’s real. You don’t even have to do anything else. Just… wear it. Please.”

She looked at the little device again. The silicone was matte black, expensive-looking, clearly designed to stay in place. Her mind flashed back to the photos she had already sent, the way she had touched herself for the camera while Josh was out buying groceries. This felt like the next inevitable step on the same slippery slope her kindness kept pushing her down.

Aaron’s eyes were wide and hopeful behind his glasses. “I spent the last of my birthday money on it. I just… I need them to believe me. You’re the only one who can help.”

Chloe closed her eyes for a second, feeling the familiar pull of sympathy override every warning voice in her head. When she opened them again, her decision was already made.

“Okay,” she whispered. “But only for a little while. And you have to be careful.”

Relief flooded Aaron’s face. “Thank you. Thank you so much.” He pressed the vibrator and the tiny remote into her hand. “It goes inside, up against your… you know. The little tail stays outside so it doesn’t slip. There’s lube already on it. Just… put it in now so you can get back before anyone notices you’re gone.”

Chloe’s cheeks burned. She glanced around the quiet service area. The tall hedge and the utility shed gave them a narrow pocket of privacy, but the path was still only a few yards away. She could hear the faint clink of glasses and the murmur of conversation drifting from the garden.

“Turn around,” she said, voice tight.

Aaron obeyed immediately, facing the hedge. Chloe stepped behind the corner of the shed, heart hammering. She set her gold clutch on a low ledge, then carefully gathered the satin skirt of her dress up around her hips. The cool air kissed the bare skin of her thighs above the dark green pumps. She was wearing a simple black lace thong—nothing special, chosen only because it wouldn’t show under the dress. With trembling fingers she hooked the waistband and slid the scrap of fabric down to her mid-thighs.

The vibrator felt cool and slightly slick in her hand. She parted her folds with two fingers, already a little damp from nerves and the residual heat of the earlier photos, and pressed the rounded head against her entrance. It slid in more easily than she expected. She pushed until the thicker part rested fully inside her, the flexible silicone tail curving upward so the external portion nestled directly against her clit. The fit was snug, intimate, impossible to ignore. She adjusted the thong back into place, letting the thin strip of lace hold the external piece firmly against her most sensitive spot, then smoothed the satin skirt down over her hips.

“Okay,” she said, voice shaky. “It’s in.”

Aaron turned around. His eyes dropped immediately to the slight outline the device created beneath the thin fabric of her dress, then flicked up to her face. He lifted the remote.

“Just a test. Lowest setting.”

A soft, almost inaudible hum started inside her. The vibration was gentle at first—more a deep, teasing pulse than anything intense—but it pressed directly against her clit through the lace and the external bulb. Chloe’s breath hitched. Her thighs tensed. The sensation bloomed low in her belly, unexpected and far too intimate while she stood in a public garden only minutes from her fiancé.

Aaron’s gaze stayed locked on her face, watching every micro-expression. “Can you feel it?”

“Yes,” she managed, the word coming out thinner than she intended. The vibration continued for three full seconds before he clicked it off. The sudden absence left a lingering throb that made her shift her weight from one pump to the other.

“Good. I’ll keep it low unless the guys are right there. You should go back now before Josh comes looking.”

Chloe nodded, not trusting her voice. She picked up her gold clutch, smoothed her hair with one hand, and forced her expression into something resembling calm. The device sat inside her like a secret she could already feel with every step. The external piece rubbed lightly against her clit each time she moved, a constant, low-level reminder of what she had just agreed to.

She walked back along the stone path, the soft click of her matching pumps suddenly loud in her own ears. Every stride made the vibrator shift the tiniest bit. The satin of her dress slid against her thighs; the gold jewelry at her throat and wrist felt heavier than before. She kept her shoulders straight, her chin lifted, trying to look like the same elegant guest who had left Josh’s side only minutes earlier.

The garden came back into view—string lights glowing warmer now as the sun dipped lower, guests clustering near the bar and the long tables set for dinner. Josh stood near the edge of the dance floor with Ethan, a half-empty glass of champagne in his hand. The moment he spotted her, his face brightened with that familiar, open smile that always made her chest ache.

“There you are,” he said as she approached. He slipped an arm around her waist, pulling her close enough that she could smell the faint cedarwood of his cologne. “Everything okay with Aaron?”

“Mm-hmm.” Chloe leaned into him, letting the warmth of his body steady her. The movement pressed the external bulb of the vibrator more firmly against her clit. A tiny, involuntary spark of sensation flickered through her, and she had to bite the inside of her cheek to keep her expression neutral. “He just needed help finding the bathrooms. He’s fine.”

Josh’s hand rested at the small of her back, right above the curve of her ass. The simple, loving touch made the secret inside her feel even more damning. She smiled up at him, the picture of a happy fiancée in a stunning dark green dress, while the sleek black device nestled against her most private places, waiting for the first time Aaron decided to press the button again.