Nervous and scared she would forget how to DO it, Dana looked into the bathroom mirror, staring at her reflection. Just like riding a bike, she thought to herself. Everyone does it; she just hoped she would remember everything about IT.

She set her purse on the nightstand, adjusted her breasts, tugged her underwear down to keep it from riding up her rear end and walked out to face her fear.

There were fourteen women in the living room, all giggling and laughing. A nervous tension filled the air. Dana walked out to her little table, smiled at the ladies and began.

She reached into her bag and took out a six-inch dildo with a stand and stood it on the tabletop. “This is a dildo. This is life size and has a smooth latex skin covering it. There are bumps and veins around it to give it the feel of a real penis and is what most women are accustomed to with a man.”

The women sat looking somewhat bored, first at each other then back up to Dana. She started every party with a matter-of-fact approach to the toys. Dana looked over to Kathy, who was throwing the party, and winked.

“THIS is what a woman really needs!” she yelled as she pulled out a flesh-toned, twelve-inch vibrator with a clit-tingler on the side that rotated as it hummed. The women burst into laughter and whistled.

“Now THAT’S what I’m talkin’ about,” a woman blurted out.

“This isn’t reality; this is what men WISHED they could have for their woman.”

Dana had broken the ice. Kathy winked back and Dana continued showing her toys to the group of women.

For almost an hour Dana explained the different toys, beads, games, oils and accessories to add pleasure to a couple’s sex life. Every party made her more comfortable and more open about sexuality. Often, she would touch on her own rather tame past.

Even though she was rather new to the whole experience of selling pleasure toys, she loved how she could finally feel as if she were helping women as well as men. She hadn’t had the couple parties yet with the guys staring at her showing them toys. But she knew that what she did at the all-girl parties the guys benefited from, in a lot of ways.

Dana had been sheltered and held back by her former boyfriend and he had left her feeling inadequate as a lover. It wasn’t her fault the men in her life were insecure and blamed her for their own lack of knowledge and technique. Being told how to please a man was her basic education. The man was supposed to know what to do, or so she was made to think. Her experience was more, “Thanks, babe, you were great!” Then a smack on the ass and sleeping in a sticky wet spot.

A while after her break-up with Ronald, Dana was asked to go to a pleasure party put on by a girlfriend. Janice was a consultant for the Pleasure Parties Company. Dana saw how everyone reacted and opened up to Janice during her demonstration, and she was hooked.

After the party, Dana met with Janice in the back room and they started talking about how Janice started and their friendship grew from there. Janice was always so free and alive. Dana envied her.

After attending three parties with Janice, then assisting at three more, she finally agreed to become a consultant. Of course, she did massive hours of research—in-depth research—and she wanted to be sure she had a real knowledge of the products she would sell.

It was a demanding task. For hours and hours, night after night, she experimented. The different sizes, colors, and shapes of the toys and intensity of her multiple orgasms were the price she paid. It was a dirty job but one that needed done.

Dana was finally awakening to the sexual being she never knew existed inside of her. She realized that the pleasure derived from understanding her sexuality was the key to the treasure that lay within her.

She had maxed out her Visa and felt ready to try selling the toys. Of course, some free samples and the tax write-off were added benefits. It was her time to shine.

Ronald had moved on and left her for another woman. Now she could move on and spread her wings (and legs) and find herself.

Dana finished her presentation and had given out a few door prizes and massage oil samples. The girls still giggled and chatted in the living room and Dana went to the back bedroom to take orders and answer more personal questions.

One by one, the ladies came into the back bedroom and asked Dana about the toys and purchased things in privacy. Dana was so happy and it also aroused her to explain and see the way her subtlety and non-judgmental words helped ease the ladies preconceived notions that wanting to buy something like a fourteen-inch, double-ended, pulsating, rubber dildo was dirty and nasty. Her own thoughts followed theirs and she kept mental notes of things to try.

Most of the women knew exactly what they wanted, either from a friend’s recommendation or because the simple sight of it got them hot. She had sold seven vibrators, two pairs of handcuffs, a florescent yellow whip, three sets of pleasure balls and a partridge in a pear tree.

The last woman, Lisa, sat browsing through the catalog and pointed to a slender pink vibrator. “This looks nice.”

“So what size would you like?” Dana asked the petite woman.

“Well, I’m not sure. I have never had one. My husband is a computer salesman and leaves for weeks at a time. Patty asked me to come to the party. I figure this might curb the tension a little. What do you recommend?”

“What size of man are you used to?” Dana asked, trying to make her less nervous. “Here, look at this.” Dana held up her hand, extending her middle three fingers. “Is he this wide?” she asked holding up the three fingers.

“No, smaller than that.” The woman blushed.

“What about this?” she asked again, holding up one finger.

“Noooo, he is wider than that.”

Dana held her index and middle fingers up. She placed the fingers between her lips and sucked them into her mouth. “I’d say he’s an average-sized man then. Hmmmm, let me think,” Dana mumbled as she looked Lisa over and saw how she still acted a little nervous. “You ever hear of a ‘Pocket Rocket’?”

Blushing, Lisa answered, “Well, the girls were whispering about those. They said I should get one.”

“I highly recommend it.”

Dana noticed that Lisa seemed to be squirming a little. She looked her in the eye and still sensed a little apprehension.

“I have one,” Dana said, winking and raising her eyebrows at her. “I love it.”

“SOLD!”