Dartanian had flown to Tampa in the hopes of using my loose connections to the adult industry to fuck a porn star. Despite my apprehensions about unleashing him at a work function, I couldn’t say no. He was my oldest friend. We shared an efficiency for four years in college. He had been one of my two groomsmen. In the end, I told him to come. I had just started dating Robin exclusively—my first foray into monogamy since my divorce following the AVN Awards in January—and I needed someone to fill in as my stunt cock for the weekend.
My shuttle service didn't offer the classiest ride, but it was full service. As I chauffeured Robin over the bay bridge toward pleasure town, I positioned the buzzing Pyxis on the inseam of her denim crotch-armor. The finger massager looks like one of those toy rings that claims to give you x-ray vision. This is fitting as under the Pyxis's influence, Robin quickly slid her pants to her ankles. Originally I brought the vibrator along for the ride to keep Robin from pouncing on me in the car after our sexless week apart. The opposite happened. She began licking my face, toying with my stick shift, and begging me to pull over on the freeway so we could use the Explorer's cargo bed for its intended purpose.