Dirty Mondays

I peer over at the selection of Rampant Rabbits on display, 'they've really run with this concept' I state to the shrew looking sales assistant. She scoffs and precedes to translate sales statements of each re-hashed product to me. Now obviously the Rampant Rabbit is a best seller (thanks to Sex and The City), therefore it must be quite a treat, however surely I'm not the only one that thinks going with the whole Dr Who look in general with Dildos looks like I'm going to be exterminated rather than climax. Sticking spikes on the end of your best selling product isn't exactly wanting me to stick it anywhere near my pussy.

The sales assistant points out the 'real looking' collection, I glaze over, Dildos that look like dicks don't turn me on, if I wanted the real thing I would call up H. Vibrators and Dildos are a luxury item, should look like art, display it on your shelf, next to your pin up shots in your living room with pride.

"This is our best seller" the sales assistant thrusts in my direction, I giggle and respond whilst running my fingers along the end of the vibrator.

"Don't you have anything...more classy, more sleak? Diamonds get me off".

"We would be talking in the hundreds.." she vears off, hands me a booklet. "We'll have to order it in".

"Electric."



S.xxx



(Image: Lelo Yva Gold Vibrator)