Sarah
Macy’s was absolutely packed as I walked in. I took a deep breath and decided where I was going to go. I had no idea what these women would want as Christmas presents, and I had no idea what Harry would expect for me to buy. He’d left it all up to me. I walked over to the handbag section and looked at a couple of different handbags, many that I loved, and many, I was sure, his women would love, but most of them were out of the price range he’d given me. What did he expect me to buy for fifty to seventy-five dollars? There was nothing good. Maybe I could get some cheap bath salts or some candles, but there was nothing personal about that. Nothing that said, “I like you as someone I’m dating, but don’t want to be too serious with you, but also don’t want us to stop dating.” This was enormous pressure, and I was mad that Harry had expected me to do it for him. He always took me for granted. I let out a deep sigh as I continued walking from the handbags to the watches.
I saw a beautiful watch by Cartier and I wondered if he would be pissed if I bought it for myself. I giggled. I’m sure he would text me within five minutes if he got a notification from his credit card that I’d spent ten grand on a watch at Macy’s. But then again, he deserved to pay. Who asked their best friend to buy the Christmas presents for the girls they were dating? Only Harry Parker Huntington would think to do something like that.
And then suddenly, an amazing idea popped into my mind. It was slightly naughty and totally crazy, and I knew Harry would be absolutely pissed. But then, maybe this would teach him not to ask me to do these mundane tasks for him anymore.
I hurried out of Macys and went down Forty-Second Avenue. I was looking for a very specific shop, but I wasn’t really sure where it was, so I pulled out my phone and searched for Good Vibrations. I saw that there was one within a couple of miles and decided to hail a taxi.
As I was standing in the street, I pulled out my phone and texted Harry. Hey.
Hey, he texted back immediately. How’s it going?
Oh, pretty good. Just left Macy’s.
Get the presents?
No, I figured you didn’t want to spend a couple hundred dollars on handbags or watches.
Good thinking. Max price per present is forty dollars.
Forty dollars? Are you joking?
Thirty dollars?
Harry, I’m not spending thirty or forty dollars on a present for your girls. A hundred dollars minimum.
Oh, okay. I guess if you think a hundred dollars. Fine. I trust you.
Harry. How can you be so rich and so cheap at the same time?
Do you really want me to answer that?
No, but I hope that the present you get for me is something you’ve thought of. I want something thoughtful, and sweet, and kind.
You’re expecting a Christmas gift from me???
Yes! I shook my head and then realized that I was letting taxis pass me by. I quickly walked to the street and held my hand out. Immediately, a taxi pulled over and I got in.
“I’d like to go to Good Vibrations please,” I said to the taxi driver."
He looked in the rearview mirror and frowned. “Sorry? You want to go where?”
“Oh, take me to Fifty-Fourth Street, please.” I blushed, as I realized I’d said the name of the sex toy shop instead of the address.
“Okay.” And off we went.
I looked back at my phone and Harry had sent me another message. Sarah, what do you want for Christmas?
Surprise me, I responded, and then put my phone back in my handbag. I liked getting surprises. When you had parents as wealthy as ours, you could get anything that you wanted. There was nothing that neither of us needed. If I wanted it, I could buy it myself. That’s why I liked the thoughtful gifts, because they showed me that he was actually thinking about who I was as a person and my individual quirks, as opposed to just what expensive gadget or handbag he could get me.
Within fifteen minutes, the taxi pulled over and I was outside Good Vibrations. I handed him a twenty and got out. I took a deep breath and walked into the store. My jaw dropped as I saw so many different sex toys that I’d never even imagined. This was going to be fun. I immediately walked over to the sales associate.
“Hi, welcome to Good Vibrations. Can I help you find something?” she asked me with a big smile.
“Hi. Yeah, I’m actually looking for a present for a friend of mine.”
“Sure you are.” The lady smiled. “And what sort of present would your friend be looking for?”
“I was thinking of a dildo? I said softly, lowering my voice and looked around. And then I rolled my eyes at myself. “Sorry. I don’t know why I’m whispering to you. I guess everyone here is here for sex toys.”
“That’s okay, dear. I can help you get your friend whatever she’s looking for.” She winked at me and I knew she totally thought the dildo was for me. I blushed at her knowing look. “So, what sort of dildo were you interested in?”
“I was thinking of the biggest dildo that you had. How large do they go?” I giggled slightly as the words came out of my mouth.
“Oh, wow, oh my dear.” She looked at me, an impressed look on her face. “I guess you like it, I mean, I guess your friend likes them big?”
“Oh yeah.” I laughed. “My friend likes them really big.”
Thirty minutes later, I was walking out with a twelve-inch double pleasure dildo and a huge grin on my face. Take that, Harry. Girlfriend number one’s going to be in for a very shocking surprise. I laughed to myself and then thought about what I could get for girlfriend number two. I had thought about getting super large dildos for all three of them, but I wanted to be inventive; I at least owed Harry that. He’d said he didn’t want all the girls to get the same present, so I was going to ensure that none of them got the same present, though I was also going to make sure that none of them got the sort of present he was talking about. I couldn’t wait to see his face when he realized the gag gifts I’d bought. Next time he’d buy his own bottles of perfume and call it a day. I was nobody’s personal shopper.
An idea suddenly hit me for present number two, and I pulled out my phone and quickly started searching in Google. I needed to get some tickets and I needed to know where to pick them up. I looked for sex clubs. I scrolled down until I found one that I liked the sound of, Wonderland Swingers Paradise. Oh yeah, that sounded like an awesome place. Harry would gag when he realized he was inviting his date to a swingers club. I giggled at the thought and quickly called the number.
“Hello, Wonderland Swingers Paradise. How may I help you?”
“Hi. I was calling because I was interested in finding out if I can get some VIP tickets for your next event?”
“Which event would that be, ma’am? We have several coming up.”
“Well, I’m pretty open. I kind of promised my boyfriend that I’d do something really, really kinky as his Christmas present, so do you have any suggestions for me?” I tried to withhold a laugh. This was going to be awesome.
“Well, ma’am, we do have an event coming up on New Year’s Eve. It is the No Holds Barred Swinging Night of Sin. I don’t know if you’ve ever been to one of our events before, but this will be the kinkiest event of the year. We do promise that you’ll receive pleasure from at least five different, very amazing men.”
“Oh, that sounds absolutely perfect. I’d love to get two tickets for that, please.” Holy shit, five different men? What was that all about?
“Of course, ma’am. And where should we mail them to?”
“Is it possible for me to come and pick them up today instead of you mailing them… uhm, I don’t want my boyfriend to open the mail and ruin the surprise?”
“Well, ma’am, I don’t know about that, we normally—”
“I’d pay extra.” I was almost begging now. “There’d be a little bonus for you.”
“Oh, well of course ma’am. If you come after five p.m., then I can have two tickets waiting for you. They would of course be five hundred dollars apiece.”
“Oh, wow. Five hundred dollars apiece?” I bit down on my lower lip. Harry was not going to like that. But the dildo had only cost me $49.99, so that had saved me a little bit of money. “You know what? That’s fine. Sure. Give me the address and I’ll be there.”
Harry could afford to pay five thousand dollars a ticket or more. I wasn’t going to worry about the money. And this was only five hundred, not five thousand dollars.
“Of course, ma’am, and what did you say your name was?”
“Uhm, you can say my name is Daisy.”
“Daisy, ma’am?”
“Yeah. Daisy Mandigo.”
“Okay. Thank you.”
“Bye.” I hung up. Two down, one to go. I couldn’t wait to see the look on Harry’s girlfriends’ faces when they opened their Christmas presents. They were going to be absolutely shocked, and Harry wasn’t going to know what to say when they asked him why he gave them those presents. “Okay, so let me think. I need an even better third present,” I thought to myself. “What’s better than a double-sided dildo and tickets to a swingers club? Let me think.” My mind was absolutely blank and I was coming up with nothing, so I decided to call my friend Gemma to see if she had any ideas. Gemma was an amazing friend and even though she was currently going through her own dating tribulations, she always had time for me. I walked into a Panera Bread and ordered myself a chai tea latte and a ham and cheese croissant. Once I was handed my drink and white paper bag, I walked to the corner of the room and sat down and called her.
“Hey, Hey, Sarah. What’s up, Chica?”
“Hey, Gemma. What are you doing?”
“Nothing. Just working, bored as hell. What about you?”
“I’m actually shopping.”
“No way? What are you shopping for?”
“Oh my god, didn’t I tell you? I’m shopping for Harry.”
“What do you mean you’re shopping for Harry? You mean for his Christmas present?”
“Not really for his Christmas present, I’m shopping for Christmas presents for him.”
“What’s the distinction there? Tell me.”
“So, you know how he likes to date all these random women to go to his social events and stuff?”
“Yeah.”
“Well, he has three women on rotation that he’s currently dating, and he wants me to get them gifts, as in, he asked me to buy them for him,” I said incredulously. “Can you believe that?”
“He did not ask you to buy his girlfriends’ Christmas presents. And hello, he has three girlfriends? Sarah, what are you doing with this guy? He’s such a pig.”
“I know he’s a pig, but it’s not like he’s my boyfriend. He’s my best friend. We’ve been best friends since we’ve been little.”
“I know. He’s just really lucky to have a friend like you, Sarah, because if he was my friend, he would be out the door.” Gemma’s tone showed her disapproval. She’d never really loved Harry. They got on like chalk and cheese, but I loved both of them equally and could not see my life without either of them. If she wasn’t now dating a hot guy of her own, I’d have thought maybe she and Harry had a thing for each other.
“Guess what?” I lowered my voice slightly, as I felt a little bit guilty. “Well... actually... so I’m doing something kind of funny.” I stumbled over my words as I wasn’t quite sure how to tell her of my devious plan.
“What do you mean you’re doing something kind of funny?”
“I was pissed that he asked me to get these presents, so I’m getting them gag gifts, only he doesn’t know they’re gag gifts and they’re not going to know they’re gags when he gives it to them.”
“Ooh, tell me more.”
“So, for one of the girls, I got her a double-sided dildo. And then for another one of the girls, I got two tickets to a swingers sex club.” I burst out laughing. “Oh my god. It’s going to be amazing.”
“Oh my god, Sarah, you are so evil. That’s awesome.”
“Yeah, Gemma, but I need your help. I can’t think of anything to give the third girl, and it can’t be the same thing because I want them all to be different.”
“That’s hard, pun intended. Let me think. So, no more sex toys, I’m guessing?”
“No, no more sex toys.”
“What about... oh man, I can’t think.”
“Gemma, please, I need your help so badly. I just don’t know what to get.”
Suddenly she squealed. “I have the best and most evil idea, Sarah.”
“What is it?”
“What do models and the sort of girls Harry dates absolutely hate?”
“I don’t know. Poor men?”
“Aside from poor men.”
“Bad food?”
“Aside from bad food.”
“I don’t know. Fake shit that they think is designer?”
“Aside from that.”
“I don’t know. What?”
“They hate people thinking they’re not the most beautiful and the most skinny girl in the world, right?”
“Yeah. I guess that’s true.” I laughed. “I don’t really have that problem.”
“Me either.” Gemma giggled. “Though we are both beautiful. We’re just girl-next-door beautiful, but anyway, why don’t you get one of the girls a subscription to Weight Watchers?”
“Oh my god, Gemma, that’s absolutely hilarious and horrible. They’d absolutely hate that, wouldn’t they? They’ll think Harry is calling them fat, and there’s nothing a woman wants to hear less than she’s fat. I absolutely love you. Okay, I’m going to look for my closest Weight Watchers and see how I can get a gift subscription or something.”
“Yeah. Though, I think it might be an online subscription. If all else fails and you can’t find anything, why don’t you get some books?”
“What do you mean by some books?”
“You know, like some Weight Watchers books with recipes. That will do the trick just as well.”
“Gemma, that’s perfect. I’m right around the corner from a bookstore. I’m going to go and get the books now. Love you, girl.”
“Love you, too. Call me later, okay.”
“Will do. Bye.” We hung up and I giggled to myself.
I know I was being totally wicked, but I didn’t care. I hurried to the bookstore and purchased the books. I didn’t spend much time trying to decide which books to buy because I was starting to feel guilty about buying them. I didn’t want my conscience to talk me out of my decision before I bought the books. I had nothing against the women, I just needed to teach Harry a lesson. While I was in the bookstore, I also selected three cute Christmas cards with cute little animals. I was going to write three very special personalized messages from Harry, and I was pretty sure by the time these women received the messages, Harry would never ask me to do anything like this again.