The Devil Wears Saint Laurent (h.s.)

chapter fourteen

I was back in America, back in NYC. It's been one week since that night with Harry in Paris and I've been determined to take it slow with Harry (sex wise of course) and try not be so eager for sex all the time. Wasting my time with Evan who was not good in bed; and now being with Harry the sex God himself, has created me to be very sexually frustrated. Masturbating has become my new best friend.

I think there's a stigma with women that we aren't the ones who crave sex like men do, but I'm here to prove that is a LIE! I'm probably the worlds horniest person. Does anyone think of sex more than I do? Probably not.

Abbey and Cara suggested for me to buy a vibrator. I couldn't do this sort of thing alone for some reason, it just felt too odd. Sweet Cara, took it upon herself to accompany me to a sex shop in Manhattan. I've never been inside an actual sex shop, Spencer's was the closest thing I've been to a sex shop.

"Oh god look at this." Cara cringes when she picks up a strap on, that had little metal spikes on the dildo end. Yikes, that's gotta hurt.

"Ow. How do people use these?" I question.

A man with shaggy blonde hair and worn out clothing turns to us, "Hey, no kink shaming please. This is a safe environment for kinks of all sorts, legal ones anyway." He says with a dull expression.

When he turns away, me and Cara look at each other and burst out into a quiet laughter. We went to look at the normal part of the shop and found what I was looking for, a glorious vibrator.

"Well you're a beginner, so let's start you off small and simple, but does the job." Cara explains while looking through the racks.

She holds up a small box with a small baby pink, what looked like my aunt's "massager" in it. Looking at it made me a little weirded out.

"What's wrong?" Cara asks.

"I think my aunt has that." I admit while laughing.

Cara giggles, "Well then your aunt was with the shits, because this is an amazing little thing right here."

"It's good?" I ask and she nods.

I hesitantly take the box and decide what the hell. I walk up to the register and the same shaggy blonde haired man rings us up. It was a little awkward I must admit, but I'm a grown woman. It's like buying tampons, there's no reason to feel embarrassed.

"That'll be $25.95." He says.

I hand him $30 in cash, I didn't want it to show up on my bank statement. The five dollar bill he gives me back, I kindly put it in the tip jar he has.

"Thank you miss, have a fantastic day."

I walked out the shop with Cara and we made our way to my apartment. From a distance I see someone standing in front of my door, I squint and see its Harry. Oh my god, he can't see what's in my bag!

"Shit, shit, shit." I repeat and Cara looks at me with a confused expression.

"Are you ok? Jesus Christ you're all jittery. What's gotten into you?"

"Harry's here and I have a vibrator in a plastic bag!" I exclaim. I don't understand how she's looking at me like I'm crazy.

Cara and Abbey don't know about me and Harry. They just know that I'm his assistant. As serious as Harry admitted he wanted to be with me, it just can't happen anytime soon. No one can know about us, I wish we could flaunt each other off. I've always despised couples who were just so flaunty, but in all honesty . . . I'd kill to have that with Harry.