Outstripped (24 page)

"Since
our intimate and passionate time together aboard ship, I have tried to rekindle
the feelings I have for you in my loins, but alas, I have not the same soft
touch and grip as you."

Jody
could hardly contain herself and by now Rachael had burst out laughing.

Struggling,
but managing, to straighten her face she continued.

"Luckily
I have my work, my toys and my staff to immerse myself in and to remind me of
your inner moist feelings. But they cannot begin to compare with your beauty,
your agility and your screams for that matter.

The
pleasure, it was all mine, though I do remember you gave your will, your
underwear (I still have it) and your sincerest determination fighting for my
little beasties and my own manhood when it came time to part. Respect where it
is due.

As a
gesture of my gratitude and so we can make a shit load of hoolah, of course, as
discussed, please find enclosed a personalized presentation case from all of us
here at Placeres Privados.

You have
my full blessings for your own private pleasures and I just know you will think
of me always when putting them to good use. Especially the big one!"

Yours
sincerely,

Vincente."

The pair
of them
were
nearly wetting themselves. This hunk of a
guy could not only run a business, he could also write a letter, and he was
funny.
Seriously funny.

Regaining
her composure Jody added, "He's a pretty good shag too. And, where does a
Mexican Americano get all that charm and sarcasm."

"Smooth
talking, dirty bastard, eh?" Rachael joined in. "When you've finished
with him, you can pass him over. I rather like the cut of his Gib."

"He's
actually a decent bloke, you know. Shame there aren't more of them over
here."

"Right,
lets have a look inside, then. This better be good after everything you've
said."

Jody
opened the case, and just like the first time she discovered the wondrous and
incredible present, her jaw dropped.

Rachael
nearly fell over. She swooned, sighed, gawped and then offered up her thoughts.

"Dear
God, Jody. Holy shit, Sacre bleu and I'll go t' foot of our stairs! I'm coming
over
all moist
. Me hands are shaking and me knees are
wobbling. This 'as got to be the Holy Grail for the whole o' womankind."

"I
know, I told you."

"How
come we haven't seen anything like this over here, or before even?"

"I
don't know. Maybe I was meant to meet him, and these. Maybe there is a God
after all. And she’s female."

"I
think your right. I'll just take
these home
with me
then and look after them tonight. Keep 'em safe, eh?" said Rachael,
tugging at the case.

Jody had
a firm grip on it though and they burst out laughing again after she replied in
her best northern accent, "Not bloody likely."

They
looked at the box of toys like six year olds with a massive haul of Christmas
presents. Then they looked at each other, and back again, over and over again.

Rachael
finally broke the loop and asked, "Well, what do we do with them, then?
Besides the obvious, that is."

"I
have a cunning plan," replied Jody. "We're going to start selling
them. We're gonna go to market with them, but were gonna be smart about
it."

"That's
good coz I don't think I'm that good at sales."

"Actually
you're a lot better than you give yourself credit for and you know a lot more
than you think."

Out came
the soap box
......

"Everything
in life's about sales. Take the travel trade, or stripping for that matter. You
know it's all about giving customers what they want. In business it's an
improvement to productivity and bottom line (sounds like she's been on a few
sales improvement classes, doesn't it?), but in travel and stripping its all
about a bloody good time and value for money, whatever end of the spectrum your
at. Having said that we're going to hit this from both ends, and I don't mean
that big pink double ended dong." She said pointing into the case.

"Okay
you've just lost me. What
are
you on
about?" said Rachael.

"What
I mean is we're going to sell the benefits of this highly marketable product
offering to both the suppliers and the punters."

"Hang
on, I thought we, or you, were the supplier."

"No,
I'm going to be partnered with the manufacturer, Vincente, but no one's gonna
know that. We will provide bulk product for the wholesaler, which will be Luke,
but he doesn't know that yet, and you and Lucy, and maybe some others, I
haven't decided yet, are going to introduce the product to some 'sex party'
planners, on the quiet, and insist that they source it and sell it on the
grounds that everyone wants to buy it."

"So
the next big question is...."

"Yes
.....?
"

"What's
in it for me and Lucy?"

"Don't
I always look after you? Don't I always make sure there's enough in the pot for
us all?"

"I
suppose."

"You'll
get a cut of the action from all the sales."

"How?"

"Okay,
well you know how the party host
.....
Hang on, you
have been to one of these parties, haven't you?"

"I've
only done Tupperware and jewellery," she sniggered.

"Yeah,
an' I'm still a virgin."

"You're
not, are you?" came back Rachael with added sarcasm.

"Right,
well anyway, the party host, not the seller, the one who's home its in, always
gets a cut of the action even if its just a gift or whatever. But if you hit
the seller up first for coming up with the goods, they'll happily give you a
proper share of the takings. Now you don't want to be doing the actual parties
or the selling coz that ties you in. You just want a bona fide reward for your
part in proceedings. And guess what? As you can see from this little lot, it’s
gonna
sell well. In fact the planners will be biting your
hands off."

"Sounds
fantastic. When can we start?"

Jody
brought her down from 'ecstatica' and back to planet earth with a few reality
checks that revolved around timing and logistics and organization. They now
needed to line up a number of
party
plan companies and
get themselves invited along. A whole heap of photos were produced that they
could take with them so they could impress the planners sufficiently enough to
get their interest and inquisitive juices flowing. Get them begging, gagging
even to see the real thing. And some of the guests too, since many of them were
regulars on the circuit. It is a party-come-get-together, after all, and
they're very often used as an excuse for social gathering, a good laugh and a
piss up. Why not?

Whilst
all this was going on, Jody was warming up Vincente in the Americas for a
direct approach to Banner Products Limited (not Luke by name) on the premise
that he was looking for a UK and maybe European distributor. BPL stood out to
him as an ideal choice owing to their position and reputation, and it was well
known that their brand of condoms sold well in the 'adult products world'.

So
whilst Rachael and Lucy and the girls would be asking the planners to source
the products (both the presentation cases and the individual items) from one of
their suppliers, Jody simultaneously had the Manufacturer hit potential
distributors, namely Luke.

The
hardest bit was getting the planners to see past the photos and get excited
about viewing the real thing. It did seem a little odd that one of their
punters would know about better products than the suppliers themselves. Was it
price? Could it be jealousy? Or maybe it was all about someone potentially
muscling in on
their
patch. Anyway our girls are
masters of persuasion as we all know by now, and not shy about showing their
wares, though there really wasn't any need to get their kits off in these
parties. Some did of course. Any excuse
to try out a new
outfit, and see
if it was fit for purpose.
Their
purpose.

Second
and follow up parties were organized and Jody scheduled the loaning out of the
'presentation case' accordingly. She should've had it handcuffed to the girls.
On more than one occasion it nearly didn't make it back to HQ. This was a
blast. They couldn't believe the stir it was causing.
The
chatter in the underworld.
The excitement in the loins
of the Capitol.

Two and
half weeks on, Luke was getting call after call from respected entities in the
'toy trade' asking him to source this
incredible
gear
. He couldn't fob off 'Placeres Privados' any longer and finally made
proper and professional contact with Vincente to begin serious talks about
importing the goods. Goods, which Luke had decided, needed names. Products this
good needed catchy, marketable names borne of innuendo, double entendre, and
good ol' sleaze. Brainstorming sessions were held and a bloody good laugh was
had by almost everyone at BPL (except for the odd prude) whilst they decided on
their branding, identity and offering.

The
eventual, or rather 'approved' list included the following novelties and more:

•
               
A very small lip stick sized
vibrator called The 'Lick Stick'

•
               
A large and bendy double ended
dildo named 'Two Chez'

•
               
Ten inches of serious vibrations
and swirling hard knobbles known simply as 'Buzz' though everyone thought it
should also say 'right hear', (and
yes
this is somewhat familiar to the rest of us)

•
               
A very ornate and interesting
phallic ornament in glass called 'The Sh' hard'

•
               
Five delicate and delightful
curvy inches of pink vibrating latex known as 'Sister's Finger'

•
               
Some small and shiny, teeny tiny
orbs of vibratory intensity called 'Tourette's Twins'

•
               
And a flexible and formidable,
knobbly and gnarly, big black monster nicknamed 'The Devil's Dog'

As
expected, things began to fall into place. Orders were placed. Shipments were
made. Parties were scheduled. Invitations were sent and salivations abounded.

Some
months after introducing "Private Pleasures" to the movers and
shakers in the industry, they arrived. On the basis of feedback from the party
planners and Luke's own market research he'd ordered a 'ship' load. Half of it
would satisfy orders already placed and the rest would be 'on sold' in lots.

There
was to be no difficulty finding customers for these weapons of miss
distraction. One popular sales ploy was that of selling the collectors box and
then getting customers and private pleasure seekers to draw down on their trove
weekly, until the treasure chest of usable collectibles was complete. Much in
the same way magazine advertisers sell their wares in seemingly affordable
stages. They are expensive playthings after all. Lust, greed, coveting and vice
was now in play. Any and all methods for satiating the hunger were to be
employed and encouraged. Every girl should have what every girl needs.

Another
successful 'coup de theatre' was the introduction of DVDs to the party plan
evening of events. Girls and women, mothers and aunties, ladies, lovers, nympho’s
and M.I.L.F.s. Every female with female bits
attends
these events at least once in their lives. Some are shy and introverted, but intrigued,
and daring enough to be there. Some are bold and up for it, experienced and
willing to try anything. Keen to explore the next available product line,
whether it’s for themselves or for their partners. But one thing is for sure.
There are not many, bold enough, when put on the spot, to try things out in a
public gallery, however outrageously fantastic, encouraged or helpful it may
be.

Vincente
had the foresight to address this dilemma. Toys and tools, bling and battery
operated machinery of all
tastes,
types and tolerances
need instructions too. But who among the crowd will oblige. Educate their
fellow females. Take one for the team, as it were. It's not as if they won't be
rewarded in the best possible manner for their forthright and charitable endeavours.
But they don't.
At least not in any meaningful numbers.

And so,
he had the clever idea of securing the services of the less inhibited, the
willing and the experienced, the easily excited and the stunningly beautiful.
These purveyors of personal pleasure would provide example, instruction, action
and encouragement for the party going public to get their hands in their pants,
and not just for their wallets.