Club Key Hole

On Good Vibes Only Night at Club Key Hole, we decided to invite a local women's pleasure toy maker. Let's just say she made a big splash - several in fact. At Club Key Hole, our themed nights guarantee our discerning members will have fun that night. Tonight, it's women-only; tomorrow, it might be men-only. But if you want to be sure you have a good time, visit Club Key Hole.

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Lila Prefontaine stood at the private entrance of Club Key Hole with a heavy suitcase dragging behind her and a flutter in her stomach. Tonight wasn't about her having fun. At least, that's what she kept telling herself. She was here on business. And, she hoped, a lot of business, and connections with rich women. That was what was required tonight. Everything else was just icing on her proverbial cake.

At 34, Lila had built a boutique line of luxury pleasure products that retailed between $800 and $3,000 apiece - expensive, super-high quality, and durable pieces that she had personally designed herself. These weren't the kinds of pieces that were sold in drugstores. They were displayed in velvet-lined cases and purchased by women who didn't blink at the price. What was it that J.P. Morgan said? If you have to ask the price, you can't afford it. I'll have to figure out which woman he stole that from and credit her, instead, Lila thought to herself. Club Key Hole was exactly the kind of place where her toys belonged and would potentially sell like...well, sex toys.

The invitation had come three days ago: an exclusive, women-only event. The owner wanted her to bring her entire new collection for a private showcase. No men - not even among the staff. No cameras. Just discerning women with money and excellent taste. And money.

The heavy wooden door opened. A poised attendant in a fitted black uniform greeted her with a professional smile. "Miss Prefontaine? We've been expecting you. May I take your case?"

"I've got it," Lila said, fingers tightening on the handle. "These are delicate."

She followed the attendant down a softly lit corridor that opened into an elegant lounge. The club was breathtaking. Deep, red, leather seating, warm lighting, and a faint scent of oud and jasmine in the air. A female jazz pianist played in the corner while women in designer dresses, tailored suits, and some a little less clothing-minded, let's say, mingled with confidence and grace. Lila thought she noticed several trans women among them, all clearly welcome and completely at ease, though it was hard to tell. She loved that all women were invited though.

A woman in sleek charcoal pants and an emerald green blouse approached. Sharp features, silver-streaked-dark hair pulled into a low-hanging bun, and a quiet air of authority. "You must be Lila. I'm Cassandra, I own the club for tonight. Thank you for accepting our invitation - it really means a lot to us."

Lila set the heavy suitcase upright and shook her hand. "Thank you for having me - believe me, it means the absolute world to me. I have to admit, I've never done a showcase quite like this. It's usually tradeshows and dry, boring - frankly, disgusting - men."

"That's exactly why we wanted you," Cassandra said, her smile knowing. "Tonight is about women rejoicing in their pleasure without apology. You, and your toys, are going to be the main event."

She glanced toward the stage. "I'll introduce you in...10 minutes. Until then, just breathe. You look like you're about to pitch investors, or pitch headlong off the stage, not sure which happens first."

Lila laughed. An attendant with several glasses of champagne on a tray came by. "I usually am - one or both of those." Lila took a glass and sipped it. Or, maybe a bit more than a sip. "Over half of them normally wish I'd stop talking about clitoral nerve density being significantly higher than penile."

"Wrong room for that problem." Cassandra's eyes flicked to the crowd. "Here, they'll ask you to go deeper. Uh, no pun intended."

Lila laughed despite herself. "Amazing."

"Good." Cassandra squeezed her shoulder once, businesslike and warm. "We've set up the demonstration area on the main stage. Drink. Watch the room. Tell me if anything feels off - it will be dealt with quickly."

Lila accepted the glass and took a moment to look around. This was worlds away from tradeshows where men in suits asked uncomfortable questions about "realistic feel," as if her job was to apologize for human anatomy.

Here, women openly discussed what they liked. She caught fragments of conversations: "The new Leto just doesn't have enough power," and "I want something that can actually make me squirt this time." It made her smile. She knew she'd get at least one squirter tonight, if what Cassandra's email said was true.

As she "sipped" her drink, a beautiful, black trans woman in a backless crimson dress caught her eye. She was laughing with a petite redhead, their body language already intimate. Lila made a mental note to point them toward the couples toy later, if they asked.

Cassandra led her to the demonstration area. It was intimate. There was a large, semi-circular couch, flattering lighting, and a low table on the stage so that people could still see it from the ground without having to climb up on the stage, but still gave her a nice vantage point from which to talk to the audience. Lila opened the silver suitcase and arranged her toy showcase - Obsidian, Whisper, O-Positive, Ember - the way she always did before a room could judge her.

She was halfway through setting up when a woman stepped into the doorway.

She was striking, maybe early forties or late 30s, with warm olive skin and dark wavy hair that fell just past her shoulders. Her burgundy dress hugged her body like it had been poured on. She watched Lila work with open curiosity.

"These are beautiful," the woman said, stepping closer. "You're Lila, right? I'm Sophia. Cassandra told me you'd be here tonight. She did not say you'd be so...ravishingly beautiful."

Lila looked up and felt her heart take an extra beat. Sophia was utterly stunning herself, and Lila didn't even really hear the rest of what she'd said. "That's me. Saleswoman, product designer, and apparently professional suitcase carrier."

Sophia laughed, a rich, warm sound. "I love a woman who can literally carry her own weight. May I?"

Lila nodded. Sophia picked up an Ember, turning it slowly in her hands. Her fingers traced the elegant curves with obvious appreciation.

"I've been looking for something that feels...personal," Sophia said, voice dropping slightly. "Something with a little extra flair that actually feels like a lover, but without the...mess."

Lila swallowed, finished her champagne in one, final gulp, and said, "Then you're in the right place."

Sophia's eyes met hers over the collection of expensive toys. "I think I am."

Lila had come here to sell her toys, but the way Sophia was looking at her made her wonder if she might end up having to use one for herself tonight after all. Or if Sophia would try to buy Lila outright, even though she wasn't a toy for sale. Or was she, Lila asked herself, falling deep into the puddles that were Sophia's eyes.

"Would you like a private demonstration of any of these?" Lila asked, surprised by how steady her voice sounded. Her recent breakup left her more nervous than normal when asking someone out, not to mention a far more direct come on.

Sophia set the Ember down and smiled. "I would. But not yet. I want to watch you present first. I like knowing exactly who I'm getting into."

Lila felt heat rise in her cheeks. Before she could respond, Cassandra's voice came over a discreet speaker system, announcing that the main showcase would begin in 5 minutes.

Sophia leaned in close enough that Lila caught the scent of her perfume. "I'll be in the front row. Don't be nervous. These women know exactly what they want...and they're not shy about it. You've got this, sexy."

As Sophia walked away, Lila let out a slow breath and looked down at her carefully arranged collection of extremely high-end toys. This was going to be a very interesting night.

She finished arranging her toys and stood a few steps from the microphone, smiling at her audience. She didn't recognize anyone, and could feel a single bead of sweat starting on her neck and running down her back.

Cassandra stepped up to the mic. "Ladies and not-males, tonight we are graced by Lila Prefontaine, a local - that's right, completely local - sex toy designer. She graduated from Harvard with a degree in mechanical engineering and never looked back, except for one time when she thought she dropped a hotdog on the ground, her words, her words, I swear!" The crowd laughed. "Without further ado, here's Ms. Prefontaine!"

"Well, ladies," Lila took the microphone and spoke into it, finding the rhythm she used at every trade show - only tonight the room actually wanted to hear it, so that would be different. "You can just call me Lila please. Everything on this table is mine, sold exclusively by my company, UFini. The design, the shameless opinions, the...quality control included."

Everyone laughed. "Yes, my nethers are very raw." Another round of laughter. "But tonight, I'm asking you all to help me test them out, and maybe buy them, if you like them!"

There was more laughter, more polite this time, but also a hearty round of applause.

She lifted the Obsidian. "First - the Obsidian Wand. $950. 8,000 RPM on the high end. For anyone who thinks in horsepower, that embarrasses anything Leto puts on the shelf fresh out of the box. I'm not being polite about it - this rivals some sports cars."

A woman near the front snorted. "Including my ex's?"

"Your ex's car couldn't get us wet if it had tongues built into the seats." The crowd gasped and then laughed - they were certainly not used to that kind of raunchy humor, but even Cassandra, who was on the outskirts of the audience standing and watching everyone, got a big grin on her face. Lila's smile sharpened. "One hell of an orgasm sold separately."

The Whisper came next. She held it up like a secret. "$600. Clit sucker. Certified quiet - not 'quiet for a vibrator,' quiet. Wear it under your clothes at a sportsball game you don't care about, or while you're shopping and pretending to care about someone's nearly obsessive hobby, like fly fishing, or card games. Certain animals might still hear it - humans can't."

Another round of audible gasps and murmurs. She thought she heard someone say, "Sold."

"The O-Positive." She winked, not that anyone could see her eyes, but it just felt right. "Double-ended, couples-minded. My lawyers wouldn't let me print 'guaranteed simultaneous orgasm' on the box, so I'll say it here instead. $900 retail - $800 tonight, Club Key Hole special only. This combines elegance and grace and strength for the discerning women who truly love to feel their partners while they orgasm like their husbands never could make them."

The room laughed with her.

"Last -", the crowd's "awww" hit exactly the way she wanted, "I know, I know, last but not least: the Ember - glass and silicone construction." It was warming in her palm as she lifted it. "Hand-blown glass so you don't have to blow anyone, my patented Silicore foundation, warms on its own. Intelligent sensors read what your body's doing and adjusts it accordingly. Auto-seek finds the spot - you configure it once so it's not wandering around lost inside you, then let it pay attention and learn. $3,000, and worth every cent if you've ever been with someone who guessed wrong about your body, and then had the temerity to make you feel like your sexy, perfectly evolved body was the mistake."

Nobody gasped at the price at all. She set this last item down and bowed her head slightly, to indicate that that was the end of it.

For a beat, nobody moved, and she was about to cock her head sideways and ask if everyone was okay. Then the whole room was on its feet, clapping hard enough to rattle the champagne flutes, and she went beet red.

When they settled, talking, not just murmurs, had started - prices repeated, names passed around. A woman in a fine pantsuit leaned over to her companion: "$3,000 and I'm still listening. No, not listening, I'm getting one."

Her friend answered, "You listened for two of them, silly girl." Lila caught Sophia's eye in the front row. She had a big smile.

As the crowd settled and filed toward the platform, the questions started - not so much about the specs. They really just wanted to try stuff out.

"So we can actually use them?" someone called from the back.

"Try them," Lila said. "Suites if you want privacy. Floor if you don't care - is that right, Ms. Cassandra?" She had popped up onto the stage after the clapping had died down.

Cassandra took the microphone. "Yes, exactly. If you're comfortable out here, no need for a room, though all rooms are free tonight, so it's up to you and timing."

"What if we want to take one home?"

"Cassandra was generous enough to allow you to charge through the club, if needed, but we have a credit card reader up here as well. Use condoms, too. I take my cleanliness very seriously, so I'll clean anything that comes back to the stage, and I won't allow anyone else to handle that, but using a condom would be polite."

A ripple of laughter. The blonde with the red lips was already at the front of the line, Obsidian in hand, grinning like she'd won a toy at a carnival that her husband had only taken her to reluctantly. People called out, "Way to go, Lena!"

Within minutes, three women had claimed pieces. Lena tried the wand on her mouth first - a grin at how much it tickled, then she hiked her skirt up and vanished to the side of the room with a sound that made half the lounge turn. Two women who could have been twins grabbed the Whisper and disappeared down the hall giggling.

The black trans woman - Maya, Lila learned - had paused at the case with her girlfriend, Claire, crimson dress bright against the red velvet. She'd already had an Ember in her hand earlier; now she traded it for the O-Positive without embarrassment.

"You weren't kidding about the couples one, this is a real beauty," she told Lila.

"Yes, the lawyers wouldn't let me lie on the box. I won't lie to you either: the simultaneous orgasm potential of this toy is fantastic." Lila glanced at Claire's flushed face and gave her a big smile. "Grab a room if you need it and if there are any still available. Take your time, I'll be here all night."

Maya's smile was warm. "We will." She leaned in, voice dropping. "She's never been with a woman who is...built like me. I want to have so much fun with her tonight."

Claire squeezed her hand. "Trust me, you will."

They vanished down the corridor. Lila watched them go with something like gratitude - this was why she'd started designing in the first place.

Sophia waited patiently, leaning against the wall with her arms crossed, looking thoroughly amused.

One woman, short white hair curled on top and even shorter on the sides - Cyndi, Lila thought she heard her called - kept staring at the Ember. "Auto-seek. Give it to me straight: what does that really do?"

Lila smiled. "Honestly, it maps your body and adjusts in real time. There's an app if you're the type who wants graphs and more direct evidence of your own arousal. Override anything, any time." She shrugged, unrepentant. "It's expensive, but easily my masterpiece."

"I'll take one now and one for the road." She snatched it up. "Men are basically obsolete with this."

"Don't quote me as having said that, but yes," Lila said, laughing.

Cyndi grabbed the toy and hurried over to the blonde. Lila watched her explain auto-seek; the blonde's eyes went wide. She ran back to the end of the line, heels clicking, telling everyone she could reach. Word spread fast - interest, envy, a few worried looks presumably about privacy.

"Done playing responsible saleswoman?" Sophia asked when Lila finally returned to her.

"For now." She gestured to the assistant the Club had provided for her, who came forward and started handing out the toys. She turned to the assistant, Renee was her name, she thought, "When they start coming back, keep them off to the side and when I'm done, I'll take care of them. Okay?" Renee nodded.

Sophia took her hand and led her into a private room at the end of the corridor, Renee watching to know exactly which room she went into, just in case. The space inside was intimate and decadent: deep purple lighting, a large circular bed covered in black silk sheets, a mirrored wall and ceiling, and a small table already stocked with lube, towels, and chilled water.

The moment the door clicked shut, Sophia took control. She backed Lila against the wall. "You have no idea how fucking sexy you looked out there - talking like a goddess of female empowerment."

Lila's breath hitched and she looked up at the older woman innocently. "It's not an act. I believe in what I sell."

"I know." Sophia's hand slid up Lila's thigh, pushing the hem of her dress higher. "That's what makes it so hot."

"You were in the front row taking notes."

"I was in the front row deciding what to buy and how many of them all." Sophia's mouth brushed her ear. "I decided the Ember can wait. I want the inventor first."

Their first kiss was slow, deep, and hungry. And a little awkward, not because Lila didn't want it, but because she was holding two of her toys, one in either hand. Sophia tasted like champagne and strawberries. Lila set the toys she brought - the Obsidian and the O-Positive - onto the bed and ran back, tangling her fingers in Sophia's thick, dark hair.

When they finally broke apart, Sophia's voice had dropped into a deep raspy thing. "You choose."

Lila didn't hesitate. She grabbed the Obsidian and a small, normal bullet vibe she pulled out of her bra, apparently nestled there completely hidden, like so many other things women so often carried in that very intimate spot. "Bed. Lay back, now."

Sophia moved over to the bed and laid down, hiking up her dress above her waist. She was not wearing underwear, so Lila immediately started to lick her folds, nestling herself off the bed between the woman's long legs. She was totally hairless, with a clitoral hood ring that Lila was careful to play around with using her tongue, not pulling hard, but moving it around gently. She'd have to use the Obsidian very carefully on that one.

"That wand is one thousand dollars, it had better be worth it."

Lila smirked. "I'll refund you personally if it disappoints," she said after pulling her tongue back in, then licked her way back into Sophia's wet pussy.

"Oh Goddess, yes. Show me how it works, saleswoman."

Lila climbed onto the bed and around the side of her, clicking the Obsidian power button once. Lowest setting, still a considerable strength. She started at Sophia's quads just above the knee. These kinds of wands were originally marketed as a massage tool before proper women figured out what they were really for: "hysteria."

"8,000 RPM," she murmured against Sophia's thigh, slipping into the voice from the stage without meaning to, moving the device up to her perineum now. "You're getting the full product demonstration." She nestled it against the woman's labia and started rotating it in a gentle circle.

Sophia's breath caught. She could feel it, even at this setting, deep in her womb.

Lila teased her mercilessly, running the toy along the edges of her labia, around her inner thigh and her hairless mons. When she finally pressed the Obsidian against Sophia's clit, the older woman's hips jerked and she nearly screamed.

"Jessie...fucking...Christ..." She had no choice but to grab the sheets and hold on, head thrown back.

Lila smiled, watching Sophia's face intently as she worked the toy in slow, deliberate circles. "Just wait. We're not done yet, princess."