We Vibrate You

Sarah Smith sat at her desk, surrounded by textbooks and half-empty coffee mugs. She was deep in the middle of her exam period, and the stress was crushing her. Business economics, statistics, and corporate finance, it felt like her brain was running on empty. She had been studying for twelve days straight, sleeping poorly, and barely leaving her small student apartment except for quick gym sessions.

The gym was her only real outlet. She went four to five times a week, which helped her stay in shape and burn off some tension, but lately even that wasn’t enough. She felt wound up, restless, and sexually frustrated. Her body wanted more than what her own hand or her small vibrator could give her.

Late one evening, while taking a break from studying, she doom scrolled TikTok and stumbled upon a discreet ad:

We Vibrate You - Professional orgasms. High quality. Affordable prices.

Curious, she clicked through. The website looked surprisingly serious and clean, almost clinical. No sleazy vibes. She read the main text carefully:

”We Vibrate You has a simple but ideal business concept: Providing women with high-quality orgasms at an affordable price. We use the latest technology and highly trained staffs. All personnel have undergone extensive internal training.”

She kept reading. The “Super Express” package stood out. It was their cheapest option, especially with the student discount, and frankly the only one she could afford right now. The price dropped to 49$, the same orgasm guarantee as the much more expensive packaes, "If you don't orgasm from the appointment you'll get your money back - double!" but the catch was that for the discounted version there was no exact time — only a chosen day. They would arrive sometime between 10:00 and 20:00. Sarah bit her lip.

That’s… risky. I won’t even know when they’re coming.

Still, the idea stuck in her head. No dating. No awkward conversations. No risk of disappointment. Just a professional service with an orgasm guarantee.

She spent the next hour going back and forth.

Rational Sarah: This is crazy. You’re in the middle of exams. You can’t have strangers showing up randomly in your apartment. You cant pay to fucking orgasm! Just use your toy!

Stressed & Frustrated Sarah: Exactly. You need this. You’re exhausted and nothing you do for yourself is working anymore.

Eventually, the frustrated side won. With slightly trembling fingers she booked “Super Express” for the following day.

She hit confirm before she could talk herself out of it.

The next day, Sarah woke up with nervous butterflies in her stomach. She knew they could arrive at any time between 10 and 20. The uncertainty made it even worse.

She decided to prepare early.

First, she went to the gym for a solid session — legs and cardio — to burn off some nervous energy. When she got home, she took a long, hot shower. She shaved herself carefully and thoroughly, making her skin completely smooth. After drying off, she rubbed a nice, lightly scented lotion all over her body until her skin felt soft and smooth.

Then she stood in front of the mirror and picked up her favorite black thong. She stepped into it and pulled it up. Turning slightly, she looked at herself. She looked… nice. Fit from the regular gym sessions, smooth, and a little more feminine than usual. The tiny lace thong disappeared between her cheeks and framed her shaved mound. She felt a mix of embarrassment and quiet excitement.

You look good, she thought. Maybe a bit too ready.

She didn’t linger too long in front of the mirror. Instead, she put on some comfy clothes over the tiny black thong and tried to study. It was almost impossible to focus. Every sound from the hallway made her heart jump.

What if they come early? What if they come right when I’m in the middle of something? What if this was a huge mistake?

She tried to read the same paragraph about supply and demand curves for twenty minutes without absorbing a single word. Her mind kept drifting to what was coming. Two strangers. In her apartment. Touching her. Making her come.

By 16:00 she was too restless to sit still. She cleaned the apartment, made the bed with fresh sheets, and lit a couple of neutral candles. She kept the robe on but felt hyper-aware of the thin black thong underneath.

You actually paid strangers to come here and give you an orgasm. What kind of person does that?

Yet the thought also made her slightly wet. The waiting was ****.

At 18:15 pm, while she was trying (and failing) to review her notes, the doorbell rang.

Sarah froze.

Her heart started hammering. She pulled the silk robe tighter around herself, took a deep breath, and walked to the door.

This was it.