‘He’s in for a treat.’ Steve smirked.
‘Or she,’ I said primly, and then he really did lick his lips.
‘Ah,’ he said.
I threw down the money, grabbed the bag and made an abrupt about-face, forgetting in my confusion to hang on to the hem of the coat as I raced along the pavement to my waiting cab.
I’m pretty sure he got an eyeful of stocking and suspendered thigh.
Oh well.
I hung up my coat, threw down the bag and logged on.
‘Are you there?’
‘Hello, AtYourService. Did you succeed in your task?’
‘I’ve got what you asked for.’
‘Good girl. Describe what happened for me.’
I typed a brief paragraph outlining the purchase of the items.
‘Was it really like that?’
‘Yes. It was really like that.’
‘Well, so you say, but I think it was really like this …’
I leant forward, expectant.
‘Are you wearing your coat?’
‘No.’
‘Put it on.’
I did so and came back.
‘Ready?’
‘Yes, sir.’
‘You pushed open the door to find the shop full of men, browsing the magazines and fetish toys. Each and every one of them looked up when you entered the room, and their greedy, lecherous eyes stayed on you as you walked to the counter to make your request of the woman there. The phrase “being undressed by a man’s eyes” came into your head and stayed there, as you became uncomfortably convinced that they all knew what you were – or weren’t – wearing under your coat. Behind you, you could hear whispers, even the odd hint of a growl. They were watching you. You asked the woman to show you the vibrators. She took out a selection and, while you looked at them, she asked the men which one they would recommend. One or two of the customers were behind you now, looking over your shoulder, breathing on your neck. They asked you how big you liked it and whether you needed strong or weak vibration settings. Somehow you knew you had to answer their questions, and by the time they were finished you had outlined every exquisite detail of your penetration preferences, so that all in the room knew that you liked a big cock, a hard, forceful fuck and plenty of clitoral stimulation. The woman chose the vibrator she thought would suit you, then you asked for the nipple clamps.
‘Steve came into the shop with the tray.
‘“We have different sizes. The best way is to try a few on,” he said. “Why don’t you take off your coat?”
‘You hesitated, looking behind you for the door, trying to judge how quickly you could get there, but your feet wouldn’t move.
‘“Oh, she’s shy,” laughed the woman. “Boys, help her off with her coat.”
‘
(Take off your coat, AYS.)’
I stood up and shrugged it off, my mouth dry. I saw that part of the lining was damp where I had been sitting. I sat back down on the swivel chair and typed, fingers trembling.