The vibrator buzzed again, a low thrumming reminder of my predicament.
“Shit,” Bailey muttered. “We gotta move fast.”
Tears pricked my eyes.
This wasn’t just embarrassing; it was utterly ridiculous.
“It’s happening again!”
Bailey’s expression turned thoughtful. “Come on, girl. I know just the place. Follow me.”
She led me through a side door and down a dimly lit hallway, away from the glittering ballroom and towards what I hoped was salvation. The buzzing was relentless, a constant, irritating pulse.
We entered a small storage room, crammed with dusty boxes and the faint scent of mothballs and forgotten dreams. The buzzing was getting stronger.
“Now, let’s get this thing out of you,” Bailey said, her voice serious but with a glint of mischief in her eyes.
I stood there, feeling utterly ridiculous and slightly vulnerable.
“How?” I squeaked, my voice barely a whisper as I watched Bailey consider my little indiscreet problem. Her brow furrowed in concentration.
“We need to get it out, so”—she gestured towards my legs—“spread ‘em.”
“Excuse me?!” I gasped, clamping my legs together tighter than a nun at Sunday mass.
This wasn’t how I envisioned my first foray into girl-on-girl action! This was beyond anything I’d ever imagined. A remote-controlled vibrator was one thing, but the sheer absurdity of it all was enough to send me over the edge!
“I said spread ‘em,” Bailey firmly instructed, with a determination that rivaled a Mongolian Horde. She had to be joking. There was no way I was going to let her go swimming in my hoohaa!
Laurel’s eyes widened further, if that were possible, and she glanced down at my nether regions, as if expecting to see some mechanical contraption protruding from my dress. “Oh my God!”
The buzzing had reached a fever pitch, and I was convinced the entire ski lodge could hear the relentless thrumming.
Bailey snapped into action. “Right, Josie, up on that table, now!” She pointed to a rickety old table.
A layer of dust and forgotten memories covered the surface.
I scrambled up onto the table, my heart pounding and my face flaming. This was beyond mortifying, but the buzzing had to stop. Bailey stood between my legs and didn’t wait to ask before she yanked down my soaked panties. Her eyes fixed on the source of my torment. “Okay, I think I can reach it.”
“You are not sticking your hand up my vagina!”
Bailey huffed. “What’s a little finger play between friends?”
Bailey’s bold suggestion hung in the air, and for a moment, no one spoke.
I felt my cheeks burning, and I knew my face was the color of a stop sign. The buzzing vibrator seemed to sense my embarrassment and kicked into overdrive, sending shock waves of pleasure through my body.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” Bailey exclaimed, rolling up her sleeves. “I delivered a baby. This can’t be that much different.” She shot me a reassuring smile, but I wasn’t convinced.
This was a million miles from delivering a baby.
This was my most intimate area being exposed in a storage room, with a vibrator still buzzing away.
Laurel, to her credit, snapped out of her stupor and took charge. “Okay, we need to work together on this. Bails, you get ready to... erm... fish it out. Josie, you need to take some deep breaths and try to relax. We’ll get through this, and it’ll be a hilarious story to tell at the next girls’ night.”
Leaving the storage room, I felt a mix of relief and the kind of embarrassment that could curdle milk. The buzzing had thankfully ceased thanks to the hammer Bailey used, but the mental image of myself, a human Slip ‘N Slide in a sea of forgotten party favors, was permanently etched into the memory banks. “We will never speak of this. Agreed?” I said, hoping to magically erase the past five minutes from existence.
Bailey, bless her mischievous soul, just grinned. “Speak for yourself, bitch. I was merely offering sisterly assistance. Besides,” she added with a wink, “that shit was epic!”
