Kiersten left Amaryllis with a discreet black bag and her new Genie inside. She hadn’t even let Amy put it back in the box. “Why bother?” she reasoned as Amy rang her up at the register. She felt flustered and disheveled, and wondered if anyone at her office look at her and know she’d just climaxed harder than she had in days. Even a trip to the gyno couldn’t account for the glow in her cheeks and the catch in her voice. With a laugh, she joked, “I should get a discount for buying the floor model.”
Amy grinned. “Actually, everyone who tries the Genie in the store takes one home the same day. None of these things ever make it back into the box. When I sell one, I know it’s going to a good home, and I know someone’s going to have herself a good time tonight.”
Embarrassed, Kiersten tucked a
