Polly's new toy

Dawn’s heart was still racing as she stepped into the dimly lit hallway of her flat, the memory of the train ride sending little aftershocks of excitement through her body. She’d barely been able to keep still the entire journey home, her thighs pressed together, her mind replaying the way the men in the carriage had looked and her and seen her most intimate area. The sleek little device nestled inside her felt like a secret, one she was **** to share.

Polly’s car was still parked outside, and Dawn grinned. Perfect. Her best friend would love this.

She practically skipped to Polly’s bedroom, not bothering to knock before throwing the door open. Polly was sprawled across her bed, her long blonde hair fanned out against the pillows as she scrolled lazily through her phone. She barely glanced up as Dawn launched herself onto the mattress beside her.

“You will not believe what just happened,” Dawn gasped, already tugging at the hem of her skirt.

Polly arched an eyebrow, finally setting her phone aside. “Oh, I think I might.” Her voice was dry, but there was a flicker of amusement in her sharp blue eyes.

Dawn didn’t wait for an invitation. She was already recounting every detail the new device, the way it had thrummed inside her when they and the reaction on the train. She was breathless by the time she finished, her cheeks flushed, her fingers idly tracing circles on her own thigh.

But Polly wasn’t smiling.

Dawn faltered. “What’s up? Did I do something wrong?”

Polly exhaled sharply through her nose. “I told you not to play with that thing until you got back. And now I hear you’ve been flashing your little pussy to strangers on a train?”

Dawn bit her lip. There was no real anger in Polly’s voice just that familiar, teasing sternness that always sent a thrill down her spine. She inched closer, pressing herself against Polly’s side, inhaling the soft vanilla-and-lavender scent of her skin. The moment she did, warmth pooled between her legs, the toy inside her giving a faint, tantalizing pulse.

“I’m sorry,” Dawn murmured, her voice sweet and coaxing. “But Wendy and Tim needed to make sure it was fitted right. It wasn’t like I had a choice.”

Polly’s gaze darkened. For a long moment, she just studied Dawn the way her chest rose and fell too quickly, the way her thighs shifted restlessly against the sheets. Then, with a slow, wicked smile, she said, “Alright, then, slut. Let me see it.”

Dawn didn’t hesitate. She spread her legs, baring herself completely. The cool air of the room kissed her exposed skin, making her shiver.

Polly’s breath hitched. “Christ. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to you doing that.”

Then she leaned down, her blonde hair cascading over Dawn’s thighs as she examined her. Dawn gasped at the first brush of Polly’s breath against her sensitive flesh. The sensation was electric, sending jolts of pleasure radiating outward from her core. A soft, involuntary moan slipped past her lips.

“Easy, tiger,” Polly murmured, her voice thick with amusement. “I’m just having a look.”

Dawn squirmed, her hips lifting slightly off the bed. “H-hurry up.”

Polly took her time. Too much time. Her fingers traced the thin rubber cord that connected to the toy, her touch feather-light. Dawn whimpered, her hands fisting in the sheets.

Finally, Polly sat back. “Hmm. I can see the cable, but not the egg. How deep is it?”

Dawn frowned. “That’s weird. The egg wasn’t big the cord’s only supposed to be, like, an inch long.” She reached down, her fingers brushing against the rubber. She tugged experimentally.

Nothing.

She pulled harder.

Still nothing.

A spike of panic shot through her. “Polly it’s not moving.”

Polly’s smirk faltered. Dawn scrambled for the envelope in her bag, her hands shaking as she fumbled through the instructions. She skimmed the page, her stomach dropping, then thrust it at Polly.

Polly’s eyes darted across the paper. Then, without a word, she grabbed her phone.

Dawn barely had time to process before a sudden, violent pulse of pleasure tore through her. Her back arched off the bed, a broken cry ripping from her throat as her legs fell open wider.

“Fuck!” she gasped, her vision blurring. “What the hell did you do?!”

Polly’s grin was downright devilish. “Just connected my phone to it. That was setting one.” She wiggled the screen at Dawn. “It goes up to ten.”

Dawn’s breath came in ragged pants. This wasn’t funny. This was

Her own phone was in her hand before she could think. She dialled the office, her fingers trembling.

Wendy answered on the second ring. “Dawn! How’s the new review coming along?”

Dawn opened her mouth, but no words came out. Polly snatched the phone from her.

“Hi, this is Polly. Dawn’s very concerned friend. The thing you put in her pussy is stuck. How does she get it out?”

A sigh crackled through the speaker. “As I explained to Dawn earlier, the device needs to remain in place for a full week to collect accurate data. When she returns, we’ll issue the release code. Until then, it’ll adapt to her body. Even the cord will retract fully by tomorrow.”

Dawn’s stomach lurched. “A week?!” she shrieked, grabbing the phone back.

Behind her, Polly’s fingers danced across her own screen.

Dawn’s world exploded.

A scream tore from her throat as pleasure detonated inside her, white hot and relentless. Her thighs trembled, her slick coating her skin as her hips jerked helplessly against nothing.

Polly took the phone again, her voice far too calm. “So, just to clarify if she comes in early, she doesn’t get paid?”

“Correct,” Wendy said. “We need a full week. Photos, data, a glowing review. Then she’ll be compensated very well.”

Polly’s smile turned predatory. “And sex? Can she still… play with it in?”

Wendy’s laugh was knowing. “Oh, absolutely. I imagine her partners will find it quite enjoyable too.”

Polly ended the call and tossed the phone aside.

Dawn was still shuddering, her body humming with aftershocks, when Polly leaned over her, caging her in. Her fingers tipped Dawn’s chin up, forcing their eyes to meet.

“Well, slut,” Polly whispered, her breath hot against Dawn’s lips. “Looks like I’m going to have so much fun with you this week.”

And with a flick of her thumb, she sent another pulse through the toy.

Dawn’s scream melted into a moan.

She was so screwed.