Our s*x life

Episode six

“Miss orgasm, wake up, we’re running late for work,” Belly said as she got off the couch to wake Jessica, who was sleeping helplessly on the floor.

“Is it morning already?” Jessie asked as she turned her head, trying to fall back asleep.

“It’s past nine, b***h,” Belly said.

“What the f**k? Nine?” Jessica rushed to her feet and checked her phone, only to see it was just past 7 a.m.

“Okay, okay, you got me,” she said. “Let me quickly go home and dress for work.”

“See you at work,” she added as she rushed out of Belly’s apartment.

At work, Jessica was arranging her desk when Belly walked in.

“I still got here before you. What kind of life are you living?” Belly teased.

They both laughed.

“Are you ready for today?” Belly asked as she headed toward the recording room.

“Miss Belly,” a colleague called out. “There’s a meeting with HR and the director in fifteen minutes.”

“The director?!” Jessica and Belly shouted in unison.

In the meeting room, scripts were laid out on the table. The HR manager, the director, and two other colleagues were already seated, waiting for Jessie and Belly.

“Good morning,” they greeted.

“You’re welcome,” the HR manager replied.

They took their seats.

“Will people find today’s story vulgar?” HR asked the director.

The director—Charles, tall, handsome, fair, tattooed, and young—smiled.

“I’d categorize this as a healthy pastime,” he replied.

“Don’t you agree?” he asked, turning to Belly and Jessica, who were reading the script in front of them, clearly amused.

“Huh… ehn?” they both stuttered.

“Come on, guys…..After everything it took me to get him on board, what’s with the silent treatment?” hr manger said.

“You’re right, it’s absolutely normal. Who doesn’t mastubate these days?” Belly replied.

“Meet Mr. Charles, our director, who also happens to be a good writer,” the HR manager said. “He should have started with us earlier, but he just got back from Brazil and has only recently settled here.”

“It’s nice meeting you, Mr. Charles,” Belly said.

“I’m Jessica,” Jessie added.

Charles didn’t look surprised after hearing Jessica speak.

Before anyone could say more, one of the colleagues interrupted.

“Enough with the introductions, You were talking about everyone mastubating. I haven’t,” the colleague added.

“You haven’t?” Belly asked.

“Don’t you guys?” Belly continued, turning to HR. “Don’t you?”

“Yes—” HR replied, then hesitated. “Um…” He cleared his throat and shifted in his seat, obviously avoiding the question.

“According to this survey, five out of ten people haven’t,” Jessica said calmly. “Some people just don’t know how to do it.”

“Are you serious?” Belly asked in disbelief. “Half of these people haven’t been enjoying this because they don’t know how it’s done?”

“The wrong approach to s*x has left many women with a conservative view of mastubation,” Charles said. “Some even feel guilt for touching their own bodies.”

Jessie, looking suddenly guilty, lifted her head and listened closely.

“For many women, s*x begins and ends with intimacy,” Charles continued. “That’s why they believe it was good as long as their partner enjoyed it.”

He paused briefly.

“But that’s far from the truth. It’s merely a one-sided relationship.That’s why a lot of people don’t know what their bodies crave. Knowing yourself and being able to love your body is the key to a healthy s*x life with your partner. So OUR s*x LIFE life shouldn’t be seen as a problem. Maybe the hosts can educate the listeners instead,” Charles concluded.

Jessica rubbed her hands together as the others applauded him.

“Wow… Mr. Charles, you saw right through the purpose of our show. You’re the best,” the HR manager said.

Charles smiled, his gaze lingering briefly on Jessica, who remained silent.

“The meeting is over,” he said, and they all went their separate ways.

Jessica and Belly sat in the company library, deep in conversation.

“About the director, Mr. Charles—his opinions couldn’t be sexier,” Belly said.

“I know, right? Maybe it’s because he grew up abroad. I bet he has lots of women,” Jessica replied.

“Once again, you’re clueless,” Belly said.

“What now?” Jessica asked.

“Guys like that usually aren’t womanizers. He probably has high standards,” Belly replied.

“Really? Ohhh… Belly, are you up for the challenge?” Jessica said, winking.

“No. Writers aren’t my type. I know from experience,” Belly said.

Belly’s phone beeped. She smiled as she scrolled through her Tinder messages.

“You seem busy,” Jessica said.

“Aren’t I always?” Belly replied.

“No way. What happened with the videographer?” Jessica asked.

“I dumped him. He was getting too clingy,” Belly said.

Jessica looked at her shamefully.

“Where’s my Mr. Right?” Belly asked, still swiping on Tinder.

“Are you even trying?” Jessica asked.

“A profile picture is all I need. I swiped through over a hundred guys last night before you came in,” Belly replied.

“You don’t waste a second, do you? I can respect that,” Jessica said, giving her a thumbs-up.

“How can I sleep on it when my pleasure is at stake? Anyway, you should get busy too,” Belly added.

“I probably should,” Jessie sighed heavily.

“Where should I start?” Jessie asked.

“Let’s get you checked at the hospital first. Come on,” Belly said as she returned the books to the library shelf.

At the hospital, Belly sat in the nurse’s room while Jessie went inside.

A nurse came out first.

“You can get dressed now,” the nurse said, removing her gloves.

“How is she?” Belly asked.

“What do you mean?” the nurse replied.

“Please take your seat,” the nurse added as Jessica stepped out.

“Is something wrong with me?” Jessica asked before sitting down.

“You have a healthy libido,” the nurse replied.

“There are many women who can’t have orgasm through s*x alone. Men still believe women experience orgasm through penetration only, but that’s not the case,” the nurse explained.

“Then in what other ways can you have orgasm?” Jessica asked.

“Hey!” Belly cut in. “That’s why you must target the c******s. Penetration isn’t the only job—there are other places to explore,” she added, lightly touching Jessie’s breast.

“In order to have multiple orgasm, you need the right balance of external and internal stimulation,” the nurse said.

“But how?” Jessica asked.

“The c******s that is visible to us is only the tip of the iceberg. Around eight thousand nerve endings are located inside the body,” the nurse said. “In fact, you can find solutions to your problem yourself. It’s simple. Good day—next person!” she called out.

“Mastubation is the way to go,” Belly said, dragging Jessica along as they left.

On their way home, they continued the conversation.

“So nothing’s wrong with me?” Jessie said happily.

“First order of business, you’re getting a fire vibrator!. You bought useless things last time. Should I recommend a brand?” Belly asked.

“No, save it. That ‘Mr. Huge’ of yours has been working overtime. Replace him already,” Jessica teased.

“I’d have to be crazy to get rid of my boo. Mr. Huge never disappoints me,” Belly replied.

“I’ll put together a list of toys suitable for beginners,” Belly added.

“Seriously?” Jessica asked.

“Yeah, trust me,” Belly said.

“I have a meeting. I’ll call you,” Belly said as she got off the bus.

Jessica went straight to the Pink Mall. She stood outside for two minutes, wondering why she was there, then finally walked in.

“Jeez…” she muttered, looking around and googling what to choose.

“Is this the one?” she asked herself.

A staff member walked up to her and smiled.

“You’re welcome, ma’am. Can I help you find something?” she asked.

“Do you have these?” Jessie asked, showing her what she was looking for.

“Of course we do. Don’t you know where you are? You’ll probably find that and more—we have everything,” the staff replied.

“Are you a novice user?” she asked.

“Yes,” Jessie replied.

“I’ll recommend some good ones,” the staff said.

Jessica made her selections and was recommended five items (two big dildos, a rose vibration, a v****a wire stimulator and lipstick vibrator) in total.

“I don’t need the packaging. I’ll put everything in my bag,” Jessica said.

“What if you want an exchange or a refund?” the staff asked.

“No, it’s fine. But you can vouch for the performance, right?” Jessica asked.

“Don’t worry. Not everyone has used these, but everyone who has comes back for more,” the staff said confidently.

Jessica placed the erotic items in her bag and tipped the staff.

“I’d love to serve you again,” the staff said, waving as Jessica left.

On her way home, she was pressing her phone, eager to gist Belly about what she had bought, when she bumped into a tree. Everything in her bag spilled onto the ground. One of the toys started vibrating and rolled away.

“Oh my God!” she gasped, scrambling to pick everything up.

A guy helped her grab the one that was rolling.

“My apologies,” he said.

“I’m the one who’s sorry,” she replied without looking up, completely embarrassed.

“Here,” the guy said, stretching out his hand to give it back. Then he paused. “Oh… wait.”

“Huh?” Jessica froze.

She looked up and nearly died on the spot. It was Charles—from work.

She was speechless. Finally, she blurted out, “You called this a healthy pastime.”

“I didn’t say a word,” Charles replied calmly.

“Right. Of course you didn’t,” she said, mortified.

“Did you know s*x contributes to longevity?” she added quickly, not even knowing why she was talking anymore.

“I see,” Charles said sarcastically. “Live long, then.” He turned to walk away.

Jessica turned the same direction.

“Do you live around here?” she asked. “It looks like we’re heading the same way.”

“Yes,” Charles replied.

“Since when? Really?”

“I recently moved,” he said.

“Have you been to the lounge down there? They have nice drinks,” Jessie said, clearly grasping for words.

“No. Excuse me—are you asking me out for drinks?” Charles asked.

“What? No, I was just saying,” Jessie replied quickly.

“I only drink with people I’m comfortable with,” he said.

“Oh… I get it,” Jessica exclaimed.

“Yeah. I’ll get going,” he said, turning to leave.

“Ah—wait…”

He turned back to her.

“Make sure you have a very good night,” he said, pointing at Jessica’s bag. He smiled and walked away.

“Seriously? What a jerk,” Jessie muttered.