Show and tell

Polly read Dawn’s review and rolled the silver vibrator between her fingers, the cool metal glinting under the bedroom light. Her brow furrowed as she scanned the words again, lips pursed in thought. Dawn shifted under the tangled sheets, her petite frame barely concealed by the thin fabric.

“Is it that bad?” Dawn asked, her voice small.

Polly glanced up, her gaze lingering on the way Dawn clutched the covers to her chest like a nervous virgin on her wedding night. “It’s not bad,” she said finally. “It’s just… safe. Boring, even. You’re describing a romantic stroll on the beach when what people really want is to fantasize about fucking the entire Manchester United squad.”

Dawn’s cheeks flushed, but Polly wasn’t wrong. Her review had been tame, almost clinical, as if she’d been afraid to admit how the toy really felt.

Polly tossed the vibrator back onto the bed, and Dawn snatched it up, tucking it beneath the sheets like a guilty secret.

With a slow, wicked grin, Polly leaned forward, elbows on her knees. “Alright, sweet cheeks. Let’s see what this thing can actually do.”

Dawn’s grip on the sheets turned vice like, her knuckles bleaching white. “No way,” she breathed, fear sharpening her voice.

Polly arched a brow. “Oh, come on. It’s not like I haven’t seen you naked before. Remember that time in Brighton? You were so drunk you tried to piss in a plant pot.”

Dawn’s stomach clenched at the memory not just of the humiliation, but of the way Polly had looked that night, her skirt riding up as she laughed, her long, toned legs bare beneath the neon bar lights. The way Dawn had caught a glimpse of smooth, golden skin and that teasing strip of blonde between her thighs

“Fine,” Dawn muttered, squeezing her eyes shut. “But no laughing. And only once.”

She kept the sheets tight around her body, her pulse hammering as she heard Polly shift in her chair. A sliver of curiosity made her peek through her lashes only to see Polly settling back, legs crossed, watching like a critic at a private show.

“What are you doing?” Dawn squeaked.

Polly smirked. “Taking notes. If you’re going to review this thing properly, we need details.”

Dawn exhaled sharply, her fingers trembling as she switched on the vibrator. The sudden buzz sent a jolt through her, the sound obscenely loud in the quiet room. She dragged it down her stomach, the vibrations skimming over her skin, teasing the sensitive dip of her navel before drifting lower.

Her breath hitched as she circled her clit, the pleasure sharp and immediate. A soft moan escaped her, and she bit her lip, suddenly hyper aware of Polly’s gaze on her

Then the sheets were sliding down.

Dawn gasped as cool air brushed her bare breasts, her nipples pebbling under the exposure. “Polly, what the hell?”

Polly’s voice was rough, lower than before. “I want to see you. All of you.”

The command sent a fresh wave of heat between Dawn’s thighs. She should stop. She should. But the vibrator was already pressing deeper, her hips arching as she fucked herself with it, the slick sound of her own arousal filling the room.

Polly stood abruptly. “Stay there.”

Dawn barely registered the words, lost in the building pressure, the coil of pleasure tightening—

What are you doing? a voice hissed in her mind. What would your mother think?

But then the orgasm crashed over her, violent and consuming. Her back arched, a ragged scream tearing from her throat as pleasure ripped through her in electric waves.

When she finally came down, gasping, she opened her eyes and froze.

Polly stood at the foot of the bed, phone in hand, screen still glowing.

“You.. you recorded me?” Dawn’s voice was a whisper.

Polly’s grin was unrepentant. “You never said I couldn’t.” She tossed the phone onto the bed, and Dawn numbly picked it up.

The woman on the screen was a stranger, flushed, wanton, beautiful. Her lips parted in ecstasy, her body moving with ****, hungry need.

Dawn swallowed hard.

Polly plucked the phone from her fingers, her thumb brushing Dawn’s knuckles. “Mind if I keep this? For… personal use?”

Dawn’s pulse stuttered. But she nodded.

They dressed in silence, the air thick with something unspoken. Over breakfast, they laughed about last night’s drunken escapades, carefully avoiding the memory of Dawn’s trembling thighs, Polly’s hungry stare.

“So,” Dawn said, stirring her coffee. “What’s the plan for today?”

Polly’s smile was slow, dangerous. “I’m taking you somewhere special.” She leaned in, her breath warm against Dawn’s ear. “And darling? You won’t need knickers.”