It was Lisa who introduced Kiersten to the PleasureWand 3000.
“Know what this is?” she asked, holding it up.
The smirk on her face suggested it was something special, but to Kiersten, it looked like a club on an electrical cord plugged into the wall. They were lying in Lisa’s bed, both women dressed in nothing but T-shirts and panties, and the television on the dresser was turned to Saturday Night Live. Kiersten’s hair was still damp from a shower they’d shared, and her wine glass on the bedside table was almost empty, so she was drowsy and not really interested in something that looked like it belonged in a toolbox. With a disinterested shrug, she shook her head. “Looks intimidating.”
“Meet your new best friend.” Lisa flicked a button on the PleasureWand and a loud buzz filled the bedr
