A/N: I thought of a million ways how to introduce this character and this seemed most fitting. The plan was to write about two events in this chapter but because I barely have time to update these days, I'll publish both as stand-alone chapters.
Unbuckling her seat belt, Virginia opened the car door of her 1967 Chevy Camaro, pocketed the keys and strolled into the her uncle's store, The G-Spot, a legendary sex toy emporium.
The place was famous, and unlike any other sex store in the city, it lacked a lurid overtone. People weren't put into the embarrassing, secretive mission of pretending that they were using vibrators for backaches or foot massages. Instead, it had been designed as a gender-neutral business celebrating sexual freedom, where no one felt the need to avoid eye contact and pretend they were the only one there. It was a place that was empowering and informative for both men and women. For Virginia, it was a place where she had spent a great deal of her teenage years. It was kind of shocking to her sometimes that nothing about sex seemed to surprise her anymore. She had heard and seen everything.
The G-Spot was set up like a penis museum. Penis-shaped apparatus and glass cases decorated the walls like art framework—the love for art was obviously a family thing. Directly below the glass casings, sample toys were available for the customers' viewing and testing pleasure. In the rear of the store, there were various forms of erotica, sex-education books and a lubrication library filled with penis and vagina paraphernalia. There was also the fetish wear and lingerie section, and a section for wellness products.
Her uncle understood the art and science of advertising. He had started his masturbation workshops in the 1960s because of his belief that great sex was having an intimate relationship with your own body. Over the years he found a way to extend his expertise into the most disparate realms imaginable, obtaining a Master's degree in fields of psychology, therapy, and counseling, and gaining additional sex therapy training. He was dedicated to his profession, and his experimental workshops and intimacy retreats enjoyed great popularity.
Whenever Virginia came by the store, someone else was usually there looking to buy something. Sometimes three or four people. People of every shape, size, and nationality. Then she saw them enthusiastically playing with buttons on vibrators, sliding probing palms up and down dildos, and giggling joyfully at the complex models that looked more like kitchen appliances rather than pleasure toys. Today was no different, except it wasn't as crowded as the last time she had visited him.
"I got your food," she said with a smile, as she went behind the counter, and up the winding metal staircase to the floor above that was reserved for residential use. While she was putting the groceries away, she heard a familiar voice. Frowning, she stepped towards the rail of the balcony that overlooked part of the shop and gazed down.
"I'm gonna have a lot of fun with this," Tony said, smirking. He had a small brown paper bag in one hand—Morgan had sworn off plastic bags a long time ago—and a gold membership card in the other. He had obviously used it to pay.
"Absolutely," Morgan answered, grinning, as he reached out to give Tony the receipt. But then he halted, and eventually pulled back. "Sorry, son. I forgot that you don't like to be handed things."
Tony chuckled. "I don't need it anyway. This—" He rattled the bag three or four times. "—is all I need."
Virginia started to wonder how many items he'd bought, and especially what kind. It was a pity that her uncle's goods didn't come in see-through bags. She couldn't even get a glimpse of what Tony hid in there.
"Virginia, honey, why don't you come on down? I'd like you to meet—"
"We already met," Tony cut him off, and his grin was wide and toothy as he looked up to the gallery where she stood, wishing she had never been caught staring. "'Though I do have to say, I didn't expect to see you here."
"I'm only here, because I'm family," Virginia said, as she slowly walked down the stairs, her eyes fixated on Tony. The last thing she needed was him assuming she had any other business being in this store. He didn't have to know that she could in fact give him some recommendations. "That man right there is my uncle," she continued. "My very annoying uncle."
Morgan was over six feet tall, dramatically thin and flamingly gay. He dressed like he had every color of the rainbow in his closet. Virginia had even seen him in colors she didn't know existed. He did wear his outfits well, but his flamboyant personality and loud clothes were a lot to handle at times.
"How do you two know each other?" he asked, grinning at the sudden onset of a certain tension he noticed.
"College," Tony replied. "Oh, by the way, did you hear about the crazy thing that happened at the party?"
"What thing?" Virginia responded.
Apparently someone had sex in the bathroom," Tony said. "Rumors say it were two women." He eyed her suspiciously, looking for anything that would give her away.
Virginia slapped her hand over her mouth, gasping loudly. "Wow, that's scandalous! And they didn't even ask you to join."
Tony laughed and turned back to Morgan with a smirk. "Your niece really is something else."
"His niece is standing right here," Virginia scoffed, rolling her eyes.
Morgan stayed quiet, his eyes going from Tony to Virginia and back. He tried hard not to laugh but couldn't wipe the stupid grin off his face.
"I should go," Tony said. "I'll see you later."
"Not me you won't," she stated bluntly.
"I was talking to him," Tony pointed to Morgan, chuckling. "You know for someone who's got a family member owning a sex store you are surprisingly uptight."
"Well, not when it comes to sex. Trust me."
"Morgan!" Virginia called out his name in shock. "Why would you—Oh my God!"
Smirking, Tony slipped the membership card in his pocket and turned around. "Next time you have to blow off some steam, just ask me," he said amused. "I got a few things in here that I'm sure you'd like." He laughed out loud, then nodded at Morgan and left the store.
"Ugh, that guy is seriously so annoying!" Virginia leaned over, planted her elbows on the counter, propped her chin in one hand, and stared right at him. "I'm never gonna live that one down." She sighed. "Why did you tell him that?"
Morgan, too, planted his elbow on the counter and matched her gesture of putting his chin in his palm and staring right back at her. "Because it's the truth," he said, smirking.
She put her hand on his cheek and gave him a soft smack. "He doesn't have to know that, though," she replied. "In fact, Tony Stark doesn't have to know anything about my sex life."
He gave her a mocking frown. "Yeah, you made that pretty clear when you did the dirty in that bathroom, with all those people listening."
Chuckling, she buried her face in her hands. "I was sexually frustrated," she mumbled.
"So who was the lucky girl?"
"Maya."
"I'm sorry... Did you say—"
Virginia looked back at him and shrugged her shoulders. "It just happened. But I don't... I don't regret it. It was great sex. I needed that."
He laughed.
"No, that's not... I did need the sex, but I also needed to feel that it's really over," she explained. "I guess a part of me will always love her, but her and I, that's history. We're done."
"So it was goodbye sex then?"
Virginia nodded. "But, you know, the sad thing is, there's part of me that wishes I never found out so we would still be happy." She paused, staring at him in silence for a minute. "Come on, you can say it, Morgan... I was never really good at letting go. I mean, I still write songs about my mother and she left me, like, fourteen years ago."
"You'll find someone again, darling, I'm sure." He molded his palm across the back of her hand. "Someone you can love and trust, and who makes you happy." Smiling, he stroked his thumb over her skin. "You're still young, so just enjoy life and worry about that other stuff later."
"Apropos of that... What did Tony Stark buy to, you know, enjoy life?" All that time, she hadn't stopped wondering what was in that bag.
Grinning, Morgan answered, "Client confidentiality."
"Shut up!" She laughed. "You're working in a freaking sex shop, you're my uncle, and this is Tony Stark we're talking about. The guy who puts screenshots of text messages, other people's nudes, and women's underwear on bulletin boards across campus. He doesn't care about any kind of confidentiality."
"Why do you wanna know?" Morgan asked, as he straightened himself up to serve another customer. "Are you having the hots for him?"
"You basically told the guy that I'm wild in bed, I think I deserve to know what he's using to get off."
Morgan chuckled. "Knowing him, I'm sure the only thing he really needs is his imagination, honey."
Tony was still smirking when he opened the door to his car and got in. Holding the steering wheel, he paused for a second to think. He really couldn't deny that the thought of having sex with Virginia, especially the thought of getting to fuck her in someone else's bathroom, excited him. He still wasn't sure if he even liked her, but he didn't have to like her to fuck her. He had never liked anyone he had had sex with, at least not much. But that woman, she really was something else. All hot and feisty. It wasn't hard to imagine what her body looked like underneath all that clothes. And the things he could do to her with the toys he just bought...
"Oh, c'mon!" Tony cried out, laughing, as he felt his penis go hard and press uncomfortably against his pants. He sighed, then grabbed his phone to send a message.
'Got the toys. Ready to play?'