Champagne Brunch: The Stiletto Sisters Series by Ainsley Claire (e ink manga reader TXT) 📕

the first round tonight with a flush—which was pure luck. Tomorrow night will be harder, but at least I have the highest chip count going in.

After we’re done with cards for the evening, everyone hangs out around the pool again, enjoying the ocean breeze over the cliffs and soft Hawaiian tunes playing in the background. As the night goes on, though, it becomes apparent that I’m the only single person in the crowd.

At times like this, it really sucks to be by myself. I used to be able to pal around with Viviana, but now she’s in jail. And she’s not my friend anyway. Maybe I should have brought an escort like Ryder once did. Even if it didn’t include sex, at least I’d have someone to hang out with. This has to be the last time I come alone.

“Turning in already?” Caroline asks as I pass her on the way to my room.

I nod. “It’s been a long week.”

Corrine, the bride, gives me a hug. “I’m really sorry your friend couldn’t join you this weekend.”

“Ah, don’t worry about it. Axel has a lot on his plate, and I’m still dealing with Viviana drama.”

I wave goodnight to the last few left on the pool deck and step inside.

I head down the hallway to my room, and as I let myself in my sanctuary, I see my suitcase has been set off to the side, and my things are unpacked.

“Oh shit,” I mutter. I packed my purple silicone friend that Caroline gave me the other night. I’m not going to be the only one who isn’t getting off on this trip. But now I’m humiliated. Sitting on the bedside table is the fancy black box. Now I’m not sure I can use it. I’ve had one for years, but this is a Cadillac vibe, and I was looking forward to trying it out.

I open the box and see a handwritten note inside that I missed when I opened it the first time.

“Play music while you use your vibrator. Of course, you don’t want the music to be so loud someone will bang on your door.” -Joan Price

I can’t help smiling. “Alexa, what are the best songs to set the mood for love?” I ask my digital assistant.

“Playing the best songs for getting in the mood,” the virtual assistant replies. The opening guitar begins for “Let’s Get it On.”

I slip my earbuds in and strip down to my panties as I walk into the bathroom to light the candles and start a bath. A few minutes later I’m soaking in plumeria-scented oils and letting the stress of the week and the disappointment of being here alone dissipate.

As I towel dry, Donna Summers is belting out “Love To Love You Baby.” I walk back into my room for a silk camisole and sleep shorts, and once again I see my friend.

I sit down next to the bed and open the box. Looking back at me is a purple, bulb-like head. It’s smooth and silky soft. Below is a nob that’s a clit stimulator. It’s roughly the size of a man’s thumb. The base is narrow and has a hole. As I study it, I can see how once inserted, the power buttons are easy to reach with a thumb and the hole allows for hooking a finger for adjustment.

My nipples pebble as I think about self-pleasure. I guess if you have to love someone, let it be yourself. My new friend certainly isn’t going to hurt me.

Taking it from the box, I hold it in my hand. The weight is surprising. The music continues its sexy tunes, and my heart beats faster. My pussy begins to twinge as I flick the small head with my finger and try to imagine what it would feel like against my clit. My hands shake with nerves.

The vibe has a seven-hour charge. I push the top power button slowly—as if the thing were a bomb and I’m cutting one of the wires to stop the timer. It pulses in my hand with a slight hum. I turn it up and back down to see how it feels and how to control it. I push the second button, and the small head that would stimulate my clit vibrates. I’m not sure what the third button does and I’m almost afraid to find out. When I push it, the head moves in a circle. I’m so startled I almost drop the whole thing.

“Holy shit,” I whisper. Now I can see why Caroline and Ryder love this. Who needs a man if you have a Soraya?

Turing it off, I return it to the box and take a step back. What the heck am I doing? I like men—the way a first kiss lights you on fire and makes you dizzy from anticipation…

I walk over to my door to be sure it’s locked. I don’t want Caroline, Jim—or anyone, for that matter—catching me doing something I never thought I would outside the privacy of my own room in my own house.

I sit on the edge of the bed, grab the thing, and push the button that makes it seem like it’s pushing in. I slowly put it against my left nipple, the less sensitive one, concerned it might hurt a little. I loved the sensation when Axel licked my nipples, so this should be a good starting point for a test drive.

The vibrations feel very good, and after a moment, I’m ready to put the thing to proper use. I press it against my clitoris, and the sensation shocks me at first—like a piece of ice on hot skin. I can hardly contain myself. The sensation shoots through my body and takes me over. I gently rub the toy all around my sex. Up and down, pulling it away and then back again. I look down and