My roommate Darla runs these lingerie and sex toy home parties as a side hustle. I imagine it’s similar to other product demo parties, a gaggle of wine drunk girlfriends passing dildos around, tasting flavoured lube, and giggling profusely. I’m sure it’s a good time.
So when she burst in the door this afternoon, in full panic, begging me to fill in because she’d double booked herself, I agreed.
“Scarlet, you’re the *best*. You don’t even have to brush up on the products. You’ll be paired with one of my co-hosts, Curtis. He’s great, you’ll love him. You just need to show up, model the outfits and accessories, and be your gorgeous self!”
As promised, Curtis was a delight. When he came to pick me up from our apartment, we laughed and chatted a bit before Darla waved us off with a string of thank you’s, and assured Curtis I would be the perfect replacement model. He cranked the music as we drove over to the boujie side of down, pumped for some good times. The party was being held at this **gorgeous mansion** for three rich couples hosting a *risqué* night in.