JaeRae's Shindig

It was my very first party with TYS and I was about as nervous as a long tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs. I bought a fresh little skirt and a cute top and did my hair and make-up with care. I wanted to look like a real professional, like I knew what the hell I was talking about.

JaeRae lives in a fancy neighborhood near a big golf course with homes that could easily swallow four of my own modest one. All I could see were dollar signs as I planned to sell my goods. I came up with a few silly games to entertain the ladies, made up lots of goody bags and  door prizes and even practiced my whole spiel in front of my husband a few times to make sure I sounded smooth when I described the products.

My leader had trained me well. She had mentioned numerous times that children were not permitted when you're doing these parties. Who really wants to explain why adults would need silicone and jelly phallic shaped toys to a kid? Nasty, right? I had told JaeRae this but at the last minute her husband said he would not be leaving the house but he would keep the kids upstairs. Would I be assertive and insist she make arrangements for her brood? What if she canceled the whole thing? Oh hell no! I wasn't willing to take that chance.

Oh the lure of easy money. I made her promise me she'd keep them upstairs. The thought of them busting into the man cave didn't help my anxiety level a bit so I started drinking straight away.

Quite a few tequila shots later, it was more than a bit difficult not to slur my words as I passed around the lotions and oils and edible accoutrements one might need for a night of somewhat sticky seduction. I quickly realized that my knowledge of the products didn't matter a bit. Most the women there already knew more than I did about this stuff. One woman after another would tell how the Prolong Him Creme, Labido Lotion or the Vajayjay Shave Gel had improved their marital relations. The items virtually sold themselves and I wasn't too shocked when the women would march into the private "shopping booth" (JaeRae's storage room) and order high end items like they were simply replacing their mismatched Tupperware.

Everyone seemed to have a great time and there wasn't a girl there that wasn't willing to pass that double sided dong around or share some intimate secret that would make a whore blush (no one there did though). No minors were corrupted and even though I was sweating like a cheerleader in the boys' locker room, I kept my composure just long enough to take orders from everyone there and even booked five parties! My profit margin was looking really good. I thanked JaeRae with the knowledge that I'd easily make my quota and earn that kit.

As I packed up my novelties in my rolling toolbox and headed out of that neighborhood with a big glass of water, a wad of cash and a dozen credit card slips, I was so proud of myself. I drove home high on success and making plans for how I was going to spend that money I'd just made in a few short hours of partying.

Little did I know that the next party I did would be very different but I had the enthusiasm of a new bride and the naiveté to go with it.