Total pages in book: 120
Estimated words: 111610 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 558(@200wpm)___ 446(@250wpm)___ 372(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 111610 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 558(@200wpm)___ 446(@250wpm)___ 372(@300wpm)
Desperate and not knowing what to do, Kara had turned to becoming a sales representative for an adult company selling sex toys out of her living room.
Now, after three years of throwing parties for Bedroom Heaven and recruiting women to work under her, she’s flourishing. According to Jaxx, her aunt is debt-free, living in a new home, and no longer doing hair because her toy business keeps her so busy.
I have no intentions of becoming the next vibrator mogul, but looking at Kara’s home and the stress-free smile on her face, I have to admit, she does seem to be doing well. Financially, and I assume, orgasmically.
“You’ll get used to it,” Jaxx says, her dark eyebrow arched so high in amusement a truck could pass under it. “What’s the saying? Life is like a bag of dicks. You’re always gonna get fucked, you just never know how hard. Or in what hole. Or holes, as the case may be.” She tilts her head as though considering . . . or counting.
I can only shake my head as I whisper, “That is NOT the saying.”
Before Jaxx can respond with another stoic retort, Kara laughs, merrily holding up four more vibrating dildos, two in each hand, which looks even more obscene than it sounds. She addresses Trixleigh, “You got it! The more dicks, the merrier! White dick, black dick, brown dick, purple dick! Big dick, small dick, ribbed dick, vibrating dick!”
As she exclaims, her eyes dance around the room to the other women, reminding me of the scene in From Dusk ‘Till Dawn where the man outside the whore house screams about how there’s every flavor of pussy inside. “Get them all sold! Happy customers are repeat customers. We want them coming, and coming, and coming again.”
Craziness has to run in Jaxx’s family. I laugh to myself, watching as Kara animatedly answers questions from around the room. She’s in her late forties, wears her long, platinum blonde hair in beachy waves, and has perfectly applied makeup accented with expertly tattooed brows and lash extensions.
She talks with her hands, clicking her long acrylic nails together to emphasize words and making her rings and bracelets jingle as they move. Her cigarette-slim trousers showcase her ass, and though she has on a simple white T-shirt, I’d guess it’s an attempt at appearing approachable because the cotton is quality in that subtle way that speaks to money, and lots of it.
All in all, she looks remarkably . . . normal. Except that she’s now seriously discussing the pros and cons of vibrating versus sucking clit massagers.
On second thought, maybe this whole idea isn’t so crazy. I’ve learned in my classes and practice groups how important it is to be unflappable when patients say or do any number of seemingly odd things, so maybe I can learn something from Kara to add to my skills as a therapist.
And get a few stress-relieving orgasms out of the deal myself because I intend on being my own first customer. After all, I can’t promote what I don’t believe in.
"So, who’s our target audience?” I ask for everyone to hear.
Kara turns and smiles, sensing she’s got me too. “Everyone. But I want to target college-age customers . . . like you.”
“Really? I thought—”
“That our customers would be mostly dick-starved, middle-aged horny housewives like me?” Kara finishes for me with a toothy bleached-white smile.
“Oh, no,” I begin to say, shaking my head. “I didn’t mean it like that—”
Kara cuts me off and dismisses me with a wave of her hand. “Honestly, honey, no offense taken. First rule of sales—start with what you know. I have an entire leg of my team made up with women who’ve seen it, done it, and been largely disappointed by it. We’ve got no shame in our game about getting what we know we like or exploring to figure that out.”
She lifts a brow, daring me to have a problem with that. Which I don’t . . . at all. I support healthy sexual exploration at all ages. And I’ve done a lot of learning about what is and isn’t healthy sexuality, both from books and my own research.
So when I stay silent, she continues, speaking to the room at large once more, “But it’s time for business to grow, and that’s where you come in. Younger women need that same empowerment to explore, learn their wants and needs, and satisfy them. And though you’re all here, by and large, they don’t want to talk to their moms“ —Kara flips her hair over her shoulder with a sassy smirk— “or their cool aunt about their sex lives. They want to talk to their girlfriends . . . their peers . . . their friends. They want to talk to you and become your customer.”
Jaxx leans over and summarizes, “Fresh blood.”