Never mind. I’ve spent enough money today, god knows what my total is going to be once Aurelia has rung me up. Plus, I have a perfectly good, still in working condition, bullet vibrator at home.
Even if it is a couple of years old and does randomly stop working on me, mid buzz. It’s fine. It usually starts up again once I give it a bit of a shake.
It’s the bright yellowhalf pricesticker which catches my attention before I can walk away from enticing selection of sex toys before I break into my overdraft. I know Hudson sent me money, but I haven’t quite decided if I’m going to use it yet. It’s been so long since a guy bought anything for me, that I feel the slightest bit of unease.
Maybe unease if the wrong word.
I just…
It’s just something I’m not used too, that’s all.
Rubbing my thumb along the yellow sticker, I peer down at the marked original cost, an unmissable slash scored through it, and replaced with a much easier on the eyes – and the bank account – price.
Pressing the tip of my tongue into the sharp edge of my incisor, I grab the sealed box from the shelf, eyes skimming along the taglines etched below a photo of the toy.
Long lasting battery life. Discreet vibration.Dual action.
Heat crawls over my skin as an idea dances to the front of my mind. Hudson did say he wanted to see a picture of whatever I bought with his hard-earned cash…
Unable to bite back a smirk, I all but run to the till, the dual action sex toy in hand, placing it down on the marble counter beside my pile of underwear.
Aurelia glances down at my last-minute purchase and then grins at me wolfishly. “I can assure you this is worth every penny,” she says. “Trust me.”
Snorting out a laugh, I wait as she rings up my items, carefully wrapping each set in a piece of pretty pink scented tissue paper and placing them inside a branded bag. She ties the top closed with a black silk ribbon and pushes it towards me while reading me my total.
My bank account takes a small hit, although it’s not as high of a price as I originally thought. It’s worth it for the confidence boost it’s given me and the mental image of Hudson’s reaction.
I’m still grinning to myself as Rosie joins me at the till, paying for her goods with a single tap of her debit card. We bid Aurelia goodbye, each with her phone number in our mobile phones, before heading back to the bustling streets of London with slightly lighter bank accounts, heavier bags, and a bounce in our steps.
It was still bright outside when Rosie and I ventured into the store, but now it’s as dark as night, the golden streetlamps and the glow from other stores attempting to lure you in out of the icy cold, the only sources of light.
Taking the concrete steps down to the nearest draughty underground station, we chatter aimlessly whilst trying to stay as warm as possible in the near freezing temperatures.
“Catch you on Monday!” Rosie squeezes me tightly as the tube grinds to a halt at her stop.
Placing a kiss to her powdered cheek, I nod. “Enjoy your dirty weekend with Tom.”
“Oh, I will.” She giggles. “Love you!”
“Love you!”
I only have to wait three more stops before we clatter along to my stop in Clapham, the dusty doors of the tube jolting open to let a stream of people out and even more people in.
Glad to be out of the overflowing carriages, musty with different smells, I hightail it out onto the street, my chin tucked into my scarf, walking quickly to stay warm and keep the blood moving around my body.
When I get to a set of traffic lights, I usually swing a left, but I make a split second decision to turn right instead.
The tall apartment block, alight with glowing windows showcasing the humans living inside, towers above me as I key in the five digit code Hudson gave me with numb fingertips.
I shove the heavy door open with my hip once I hear the buzzer sound, wiping the grey slushy ice from the bottom of my shoes on the welcome mat and making a beeline for the lift.
Once I reach the fourth floor, I walk quickly to apartment number eleven, reaching a hand upward, above the doorway, to pinch the single spare key he leaves behind on the frame. I wouldn’t dare do so in my block, but Hudson lives in a much nicer area than me.
Plus, the doorbell camera he has attached just off to the side of the wall, monitors anybody walking by or entering his flat.
Which is why, I’m not surprised to hear my phone buzz with a text message from inside my handbag before I’ve even had a chance to cross the threshold and lock the front door behind myself.
Hudson: You’re the prettiest thief I’ve ever seen ;)
