Chapter 3

Nikki got into the shower a bit unsteadily, as the alcohol level in her bloodstream continued to rise. As she rotated around the shower door, she caught her reflection briefly in the mirror. Unhappy with what she saw, she quickly averted her gaze. Her butt was too large and her breasts too small, she felt. In fact, Nikki’s body was strong and athletic, with wide hips and a flat stomach from her daily workouts, but she was never satisfied with herself, and no one could ever convince her otherwise.

As she soaped up her upper body, a bit of anger welled up inside as she replayed the day’s events again in her mind. She was annoyed that Evan would dump all of this stress on her. In her most bitter, sarcastic tone she mimicked Evan’s voice, “Sorry Babe. Gotta run! Sorry I didn’t have time to give you a baby but I DID get you a fake dick for you to practice with. Take good care of it. It cost a fortune. It does everything but make coffee!” She paused, then added to no one in particular, “He’ll see, after I send it back! Hah!”

As she closed her eyes to shampoo her hair, her grumbles diminished and much of her anger eventually washed away with the warm water. As she pulled the suds through her hair, her thoughts strayed, once again, to that damned dildo that was waiting for her in the next room. Had she really heard it giggle? she wondered. Once again, the fantasy returned.

This time, though, the dicks floating around her head had lost all of their cartoonish aspects, now looking like exact copies of Evan’s penis, except for the silly faces which were now mounted on top of their heads. About a half dozen of them orbited around her shoulders, each of them smiling and pausing every few seconds in front of her face, just long enough to duck in and give her a quick peck on the lips before withdrawing and moving on to the next one. Despite the fact that she almost never gave head, her lips began to quiver and instinctively tried to return the kisses.

At that moment, Nikki heard her phone ring from within the bedroom. Instantly, she snapped out of it, embarassed by her still puckered lips.

She cut her shower short and hurriedly dried herself with a towel. Before she was finished, she felt the need to stop and literally slap herself across her cheek, before saying aloud, “This is getting ridiculous!” Shaking, she thought to herself, “Is this what you’ve become? Are you so sex-starved that you’re really thinking about doing this?” She finished towel-drying her hair but did not bother to put on underwear. Instead, she just threw on the terrycloth robe again and stepped into the bedroom.

She checked to see who the caller had been. It was her friend, Emma, but Nikki decided she had more pressing matters to attend to and would call her back later.

She sat on the edge of the bed, her back to the toy, trying to ignore it. She opened her laptop and picked up the box. She flipped it over to read the text on the back, searching for a web address somewhere but there was none. She typed the name of the product into a search engine and still had no luck finding it.

Next, she got out the instruction booklet and flipped through the pages. She couldn’t locate any other relevant information on how to return it - pictures of penises, Yes - lots and lots of penis pictures - of all shapes and colors, each one larger and more impressive than the next, she noted - but nothing useful. She cursed her lack of success and realized that she was probably not going to be able to return the thing, after all. Giving up, she stiffened her back, took a deep breath, closed her laptop and set it aside.

She knew now that she’d be stuck with it and decided she may as well just make the best of it. Besides, she couldn’t help but feel increasingly antsy and self-conscious, knowing that “that thing” was right behind her - watching her - practically, staring at her. Resigned to her fate, she turned her body around and said, “Alright, let’s just get this over with!”