DISCLAIMER: I do not own, nor do I profit, from the television show, 'Austin & Ally'. The original 'Sex Toy' was written for the Twilight fandom by Oriana de la Rose. This story belongs to her and I take no credit for the storyline. Names and places have been changed to suit the 'Austin & Ally fandom. No copyright infringement intended.

Ally's POV

"I told you that you'd love your present!" Trish cried excitedly when Austin left for the night. He had said he would be back first thing in the morning, causing my stomach to tighten. "I told you," she insisted.

"Oh my God, Trish. I can't believe you bought me a person for my birthday." I was in shock now. I sat quickly down on the couch. "Why?"

Trish sat down beside me and wrapped and arm around my shoulders maternally. "Ally, you're always so shy and reserved. Yes, you've had a few boyfriends, but you have never let yourself..." she paused, searching for the word, "enter... a sexual relationship with anyone. Is that correct?"

"Yes," I muttered, hating that it was true. I only had three boyfriends in the past and neither of them lasted long enough for us to get to anything... sexual. I knew I was painfully naïve about sex, but I didn't see how I could help that.

"Cass and I wanted to break you out of your shell," Trish continued. "We want you to become more confident about yourself and see how truly wonderful you are. Maybe this will do the job."

"But how did you afford it? Hiring Austin must have been a lot of money." My voice turned disapproving; I didn't like her spending a lot of money on me.

"Silly Ally," she shrugged off my worry. "It didn't cost very much at all. It was only twenty-two thousand."

I gasped. "You mean in dollars?"

She rolled her eyes but smiled to gentle the sarcasm. "No, Ally, in teddy bears. Yes, dollars! Now stop thinking about that and focus on the sexy man that's going to come here tomorrow."

"But twenty-two thousand dollars, Trish!" I persisted. "You shouldn't go out of your way like that just to give me a gift."

"Ally, be quiet. Like I said before, this is for the greater good. You need to loosen up a little and Austin can do that for you."

"He can do a lot more than that," Cass added, smirking at me. "He is a total ManGasm!"

I blushed. Trish gathered up my presents, including the vibrator, and turned back to me. "I suggest you put these away before Austin comes back."

I blushed once again, and put my gifts in my bedroom. Then I took one long look at my bedroom, knowing I had to clean. There were clothes lying on top of the hamper instead of in it, and my bed was unmade.

"You guys I have to clean so -"

"Bella!" Kira interrupted me when I walked back into the living room. "Look what he left for you!" She held up a piece of black fabric that I instantly recognized. My stomach dropped through me and I was unable to speak.

"Oh my God, he left you his G-string?!" Cassidy shrieked, grinning. "Ooooh, Ally!"

I blushed darker than I ever have ever blushed in my entire life. "Oh...my..."

Laughter erupted around me as I stared in shock at the ebony scrap that had only moments before been covering Austin's very hard erection.

Austin's POV

Normally after a party like that, I would stay since I was now the woman's toy. But I hadn't packed any clothes or toiletries. I hadn't the time to when I was getting ready only hours before. Now, as I drove back to my apartment, I remembered the unusually innocent girl that I had been hired for. She was different from most women that wanted me. I had grown used to women who like roughness, pain, and little, or no, romance. Ally was a breath of fresh air compared to that. Besides, I would enjoy seeing her come out of her timidity.

As I packed, I wondered exactly how far this Ally Dawson had gone. Was she a virgin? She certainly acted like it but I couldn't be sure. I wondered what fantasies she had. I smiled at the thought. The quiet ones were always the worst.

My phone rang, and I quickly picked it up. "Hello?"

"Austin, you have a photo shoot on Monday at twelve sharp," Dez began, his voice crisp and business-like. "Victoria's."

"Okay, thanks, I'll be there."

"I know you have this Dawson girl to attend to now, but you still have a second job. Don't forget that."

"I won't, Dez," I vowed. "I can promise you that."

He hung up without saying goodbye, as he usually did, and put the phone back on the receiver. Tonight was Saturday; that meant that I had all of tomorrow to get acquainted with Ally, to figure out what she enjoyed most. My one goal was to please her, so she would get her moneys worth. I didn't cheat anyone, especially honest people like her and Trish. I would get some rest tonight but would leave early for her apartment. They usually liked it when I came early.

I remembered the vibrator that had been sitting on her coffee table and smiled. We could have fun with that...

Ally

It was probably the most fitful night's sleep I'd ever had. My mind wouldn't turn off and I couldn't stop thinking about what Austin would do when he arrived here in the morning. Part of me was terrified what he would do and the other part was screaming in excitement. It still baffled me that all this was happening.

I woke early, around four in the morning, and couldn't go back to seep. So I began to clean. I washed laundry, vacuumed, dusted, washed dishes, and cleaned the kitchen. I had hoped that chores would occupy my mind, but sadly, my thoughts wandered.

My mind went back to last night and my hands trembled just from remembering the way Austin had made me feel. It was the first time a man had ever done anything like that to me. That was probably the reason why I was so hormonal last night. I didn't know if it was my shyness or the fact that I always got near-perfect grades that drove the men off.

I went into the kitchen to get a can of root beer from my refrigerator; I was too nervous to eat anything. I stared at the bare shelved and sighed. I was going to have to go grocery shopping before he got here. The only thing in my fridge was a bottle of ketchup, two root beers, and a jar of pickles. I made a quick list of all the things that were essential to life. Tossing my jacket on over my simple t-shirt, I grabbed my purse and headed to the door.

Then the doorbell rang.

He was here.

I froze where I was, right in front of my door. I suddenly felt sick to my stomach. Would he like me? Would he be disgusted when he saw me naked? Oh God, suddenly I wished I was the kind of girl that did this type of stuff all the time. Then this would be a hell of a lot easier!

The doorbell rang for the second time, jerking me out of my inner turmoil. I could just imagine him on the other side of the door, wondering if I was such an idiot that I couldn't even answer it.

Taking a deep breath, I stepped forward and pulled open the door.

He had been frowning, but now as the door swung open, he smiled dazzlingly at me. All the breath I had been holding inside me burst out in a loud woosh! I don't know what I had expected. Maybe some kind of costume or sexy outfit, but it wasn't this. He was dressed in a form-fitting black t-shirt and jeans slung low on his hips. A black duffel bag hung on his shoulder.

"Good morning," he said pleasantly, smiling.

All I could do was ogle.

"May I come in?"

"Oh, yes, of course." I blushed, cursing myself in my head for being such a moron. I moved out of the way, holding the door open. He walked through, and I watched his eyes scan my tiny apartment. "It's not much."

"It's perfectly fine," he assured me. "Where would you like me to set my things?"

"Uh..." Was it okay in the bedroom? I didn't want him to sleep on the couch. Maybe it would be okay if I slept on the couch and he took the bed. Oh, why hadn't I thought of this earlier?

"How about the bedroom?" he suggested kindly.

"Oh right, I'll take the couch then."

He frowned. "You are most certainly not sleeping on the couch. I'm sure there is more than enough room in the bed for the both of us."

I blushed, seeing the logic of his statement. I felt like such an idiot. Of course he would sleep in the bed with me. He was my "toy" after all. I had no experience with situations like this. I watched him walk into my bedroom to set his things down, causing my heart to race.

"Would you like me to make your breakfast?" he asked when he came back out. "I'd be more than happy to."

"No, thank you." I was starting to become slightly more comfortable with him, but I was still tense. "I was about to go grocery shopping anyway. I'm afraid there isn't much food left."

"May I come?"

"Grocery shopping?"

He nodded. "Sure."

"As long as I get to ask you a few questions," he added.

I blinked. "Okay, anything you want." I couldn't imagine what could possibly be interesting about me.

"Also," he began, taking my hand and pulling me to him. Surprised, all I could do was stare up at him as he pressed my body into his. I could feel every one of his hard muscles through that black t-shirt. "I will be teaching you a few lessons during my time here. Lesson number one; there are three types of kisses. The simplest is a chaste kiss, just a quick peck on the lips. The second is deep and passionate, causing you to melt in my arms." Never once did his eyes move from mine. The intensity of his gaze nearly made my stomach clench in what I was starting to recognize as anticipation.

His arms were still locked around my waist, fingers tracing the back pocket of my jeans. It was suddenly hard to breathe. He continued. "And the last is a type of kiss in which I taste your lips, sucking and biting you." He paused. "And I don't mean these," he added, touching my mouth with his index finger.

My eyes widened and all the oxygen left my body. It was impossible not to understand what he meant. Suddenly fantasies filled my mind of how Austin would execute the third kiss. I blushed darkly, realizing he was watching my reaction absently.

Then I felt his hand slip lower on the spot over my rear and brush against the spot between my legs. Instantly, I moaned, leaning heavily against him.

Austin

It was true that I had dozens of things to teach her, many of which she probably didn't know existed. But I also wanted to find out just how experienced she was before I tried anything sexual.

When I had told her about the third kiss, her eyes widened and she stopped breathing. And she had moaned when my fingers simply happened to touch her core! If you think that's worth moaning about then you have much still to learn, I thought. She was exceptionally responsive. I'd bet she was the type of woman who orgasmed multiple times.

I couldn't wait to find out.

I still had her trapped in my arms; my prisoner.

"Can you guess what kiss I am going to give you now?" I asked, smirking. I watched as her eyes filled with possibilities and thoughts. Suddenly I wished I could see what her thoughts were. Her heart thudded erratically against my chest.

"Number one?" she guessed, unsure.

"Guess again." Then I leaned in towards her and pressed my mouth to hers gently. I started the kiss slow, to see if she wanted to deepen it.

I cupped her face with my hands gently and touched my lips softly with hers. Hers were gentle and shy, hesitant. I ran my left hand down her neck and to her back while I pressed my lips once again to hers, hoping to encourage her. She tentatively wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me back with some force. Showing her that I loved her reaction, I groaned into the kiss and dipped my hands inside her back pockets. I pressed my hands tightly into her round, little ass, melding our hips together. She moaned and threw herself into the kiss.

I opened her lips with my tongue before focusing on her sugar-sweet tongue. I felt her wet tongue caress mine as her hands clutched my hair almost painfully.

Then I broke away, knowing we both needed to breathe. She gasped quietly, trying to catch her breath. My own breath was a little ragged.

"Second kiss," I answered, still holding out bodies together. I could feel myself already starting to harden. From what I could see, which wasn't very much due to her baggy t-shirt, and what I could feel, she had a nice body; slim and firm but soft somehow. I watched her blush a light pink, suffusing her face with an endearing glow. I reluctantly let her go and my hands dropped to my sides. It was going to be interesting to see her progress from an introverted, shy girl, to a confident, strong woman. And I was just the man to teach her.

"Ready to go grocery shopping?" I asked.

"Yes." A bright smile lit up her face and she grabbed my hand, pulling me through the door. "Oh, I almost forgot. Here." She took off a silver chain that was around her neck and gave it to me. A silver key hung on it. "Here's an apartment key. I have another one in my purse."

"Thank you."

Ally drove an old Toyota corolla with the black paint fading so that it was gray in places. The inside was immaculately clean though, not a speck of dirt anywhere. I surpressed a smile, she was about as much of a neat freak as I was. "My car is ancient," she said apologetically.

"It's better than what I have."

"What do you drive?"

"Nothing. I usually take a taxi wherever I need to go."

"Oh."

The rest of the ride was silent. I decided that I'd start questioning her when we got inside. She led me inside a large Ingles grocery store, and grabbed a cart. I smiled. I liked grocery shopping with her. It made me feel as if we were an actual couple instead of a hired prostitute and his master. I silently wondered what these people would think if they knew what I did for a living. A mother walked by with he son who wasn't any more than seven.

"Okay, we need milk," Ally said, turning towards the dairy aisle.

"Are you a virgin?"

She froze in place, shocked, and simply stared at me. "Excuse me?

I grinned at her reaction. "I said, are you a virgin, Ally?"

She blushed bright red and focused on returning to normal. For a few seconds she didn't answer and I was starting to think that she was ignoring me. "Why?" was her answer.

"You said I could ask you questions," I reminded her sternly, taking the cart in my hands since she was currently incapable of moving. She had stopped again. I looped one arm around her waist and used the other to steer the cart. "You said I could ask you anything."

"I knew I was going to regret this," she muttered.

Austin

"Are you going to answer, or do I need to assume?" he pressed.

Was there no end to my blushing? "Yes, I'm a... virgin," I muttered, focusing on finding the right brand of milk.

He nodded once, as if cataloging that away in his memory for future reference. "Have you ever had a boyfriend?"

"Yes," I replied stiffly. I didn't want him to think that I was totally naïve. Of course I knew a few things, I'd taken classes and had the talk, but I knew I was hopelessly ignorant. "Next, bread." I said quickly, hoping he forgot his questions.

"Okay." He turned and I was forced to follow. I had to admit, the feeling of his arm around me was quite pleasant. It sent tingles through me and the heat from his fingers moved through my shirt and into the skin on my waist. I focused on the list I had quickly made. I didn't realize we were in the bread aisle until he said my name. "Ally, we're here."

"Oh, right."

"So, have you ever had an orgasm?"

I heard a gasp, louder than mine, and I turned to see the woman covering her son's ears with her hands, glaring at Austin. I blushed dark maroon but Austin simply grinned at the woman sheepishly and turned back to me. The woman picked her son up in her arms, and literally ran out of the aisle. If I hadn't been dying of embarrassment I would have laughed. Did he honestly just ask that question?!

When I didn't answer, just clutched the bread in my hands, he stepped out in from behind the cart with a devious smirk on his face.

Oh my God, he was going to do something to me and I didn't know what it was.

My heart raced and my breather accelerated almost to the point of hyperventilating. He walked towards me with all the grace of a stalking predator going in for the kill. My eyes were nearly as wide as the sky. "So, Ally," he began smoothly, his voice almost making my bones turn to mush just from the silky, sensual tone he used. "Have you ever felt a blinding ecstasy, a scorching pleasure that made you feel as if you were soaring?" He was now right in front of me, his chest only inches from my breasts. He put his hands on either side of my head, trapping me against the shelves. His eyes lingered momentarily on my lips. I thought I was going to pass out. "Have you ever screamed from the sheer sensation of a man making love to you?" He leaned slowly towards me, so slowly that I thought he was going to kiss me. But he put his lips to my ear and whispered seductively to me. "Have you ever had an orgasm?"

I moaned as his hand rubbed softly over my hip, going down my leg then back up to my waist. I leaned against the shelves, my knees suddenly to weak to support me. "N-no." My stuttering was almost pathetic. But honestly, I didn't know how I was supposed to resist him. He was simply too good. He knew what to do to make me want him.

He smirked, accepting the challenge. "Then I shall give you your first orgasm, Ally," he said lowly so that I was the only one that had even the hope of hearing. "And then tree more right afterwards."

"Next question," he continued, moving away from me. I was still for a moment, trying to straighten out my tagging hormones. My brain didn't seem to want to function correctly. Taking a few deep breaths, I pushed myself away from the shelf and looked down at the loaf of bread in my hand. It was crushed because of my vice-like grip on it when Austin was only inches away.

I blushed and set it back on the shelf, trading it for a loaf of bread that didn't look like someone had clutched it tightly in her hand while being only inches away form a sex god.

"What's next on the list?" he asked conversationally, as if nothing had happened? I set my teeth, upset that he could simply move on while I was sitting here trying to turn my brain on.

"Toaster strudel; the wild berry kind," I decided, looking down at the white paper in my hand.

"Toaster strudel?" He raised one eyebrow skeptically.

"What?" I said defensively. "They're good for anything, not just breakfast."

"I'm going to love living with you." He grinned at me and winked. I blushed for no apparent reason. I was seriously going to have to learn how to control the blood in my cheeks. All this blushing was ridiculous! "What do you think about outside objects?"

I glanced cautiously at him. "What do you mean?"

"I mean how do you feel about things other than me giving you pleasure?"

I stopped breathing but tried to act normal, as if people went around asking me these kinds of questions all the time. I was proud of myself for managing not to turn completely purple from embarrassment. I only blushed light pink. "I'm open to new ideas," I said, not lying. I couldn't believe that he would do anything that would hurt me. Austin was too kind, so what was the harm in trusting him.

He seemed pleased by my answer.

"Why?" I asked him.

"I had a few things planned..." he said evasively, side-stepping my question.

I couldn't help but be curious. "And what would some of those plans be?"

He grinned. "You'll find out soon."

"Now I have a few questions for you," I said as I put the carton of eggs carefully into the cart.

"Go ahead."

"What's your last name?"

He laughed. "Moon."

"And how old are you?"

"Twenty-three."

I couldn't ask the question I most wanted to know. I wondered when he had first began this job as a stripper/prostitute. It seemed like such a sad life to me. But what did I know? I was just a girl that had been sheltered nearly her entire life and attended catholic school for twelve years before going off to college. That wasn't going to wear off anytime soon.

When we got to the checkout counter, the girl at the cash register winked playfully at Austin and tossed her hair over her shoulder like someone in a movie. I narrowed my eyes but she didn't notice me, she only had eyes for Austin. Thankfully, Austin stayed looking at me and talking, not noticing the strawberry blonde that wouldn't stop looking at his chest covered by the tight, black t-shirt or his angel's face. I couldn't say I blamed her. If I saw Austin out somewhere I would probably be staring and drooling for however long he was around.

"I'll pay for this," he said when the girl announce the price for the groceries.

"I can't let you do that," I objected.

"Ally, I'm twenty-two thousand dollars richer now. At least let me pay for a couple of groceries. Or I'll make what's waiting for you at home much worse."

"What's waiting at home?"

"A surprise."

When he said that word, his hand reached out where the cashier girl couldn't see, and played with the button on the front of my jeans. He slowly brought his fingers down the front of my jeans until he was directly below my core. He cupped me with his whole hand, grinning at me. I bit back a moan, embarrassed that the girl was only a feet from us. Then he began to rub his hand across me and I held onto the counter for support. My jeans dulled the sensation so that it wasn't as intense as it would have been unhindered but I still felt as if I was turning to Jell-O.

The cashier said the price again, getting irritated that I was clinging to the counter and that Austin seemed to be just smiling pleasantly at me.

"Here," he said, handing the money to her. "Thank you."

She fluttered her eyes flirtatiously but he didn't notice. I was too busy trying to reign in my scattered thoughts to bother being angry at her.

"Time to get you home to your surprise, Ally," he purred in my ear as he pushed the cart full of bagged groceries out the electric sliding doors, pulling me along with him by my waist. I just managed to walk out of Ingles without embarrassing myself by tripping or falling on my face which was a miracle because of my current state. "And I have a very strong feeling that you will like what I have planned for you."

"What is it?" I asked, my voice trembling slightly.

"If I told you, it wouldn't be a surprise, would it?" "Now go sit in the car."

And with that, he opened my trunk and began putting the groceries inside it. I went to the passenger's side seat and climbed in, my mind too busy to think about whether I wanted to drive or not. I thought about his hand on my core, the heat traveling through my jeans and to my most intimate of places. I remembered how he had pressed me against the shelves when I didn't answer whether I had ever had an orgasm or not.

Then a thought hit me like a freight train.

Could he... was it possible that he might...

God, I couldn't even think it without my thoughts stuttering! But maybe the surprise he had planned was...

The third kiss?

And that is the end of Chapter Two! Hope you guys enjoyed it, because it took a while to type.

Anyways, the Kids' Choice Awards are on and I can't watch it because of two reasons: One, I don't live on the East Coast so I have to wait until eight. Two, I don't have the cable so I have to watch it on a stupid laptop. Well, these are my troubles.

I saw Insurgent for the second time today and it was still AWESOME! Well, that's it. Make sure you fave, follow, and review!

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Samantha