She squealed as she reached for them. “I love shopping sprees. I sort of want to join you.”
After we carried everything up to the register, we started ringing me up. I was thankful that no one came into the store to see the bags upon bags of stuff I had purchased for myself, but when all was said and done, I dropped almost five-hundred dollars on sex toys.
“My parents would kill me if they saw this stuff,” I murmured to myself.
The woman snorted as she ran my card. “Here you go. And because you spent five-hundred dollars, you get thirty dollars’ worth of free product from us. You can choose anything from these five tiers, and you can also mix-and-match.”
As if I didn’t have enough stuff in the four bags I slid onto my forearms, I also walked away with two massage-wax candles, another thing of flavored lube, a spray to numb the back of my throat, and a couple of the largest pairs of fishnets they had.
Then, I decided to call Brit instead of summoning another catcall-car.
“Oh. My. Gosh. You have to tell me everything you got,” she said as she picked up the phone.
I snickered as I stood on the sidewalk. “I can do you one better. Come pick me up and I’ll order us some lunch and we can put all of this shit up in my place.”
I heard her snatching her keys in the background. “Be there in ten!”
She laughed her ass off the second she pulled up and saw me with armfuls of shit from the store. I piled it into her trunk, and we drove through my favorite fast-food place to get burgers and milkshakes and fries. We hauled ass back to my place and lugged everything up to my apartment where we dumped out all of the bags so Brit could marvel at my collection.
And as I sipped my banana-mocha milkshake, I couldn’t get over how high-pitched her squeal got sometimes.
“Oh! My! God! I’ve wanted one of these forever! And it was on sale? Girl, I gotta go back to the store once I leave.”
“Their lubes are fantastic. This is actually a new flavor I haven’t tried yet. My favorite is their strawberry vanilla, but now I kind of want to try this one.”
“A spreader! Fucking hell, girl, you went all out. I haven’t even tried one of these. Though, Kelly says it’s awesome.”
I furrowed my brow. “Wait a second, Kelly from work?”
Brit peeked up at me with a cheeky look behind her eyes. “Do you know what Kelly from work does on the side?”
I flopped onto the couch. “What do you mean, on the side?”
She waved her hand in the air. “Girl, I’ve got so much to teach you. Kelly’s a dominatrix on the side. She says her clients love the spreader bar.”
My jaw dropped. “Kelly?”
“Yep.”
“A dominatrix!?”
She barked with laughter. “Yep!”
“But—but she’s so cute. And petite. And little. And soft-spoken.”
She held up the blindfold to the light. “Trust me, I had the same reaction. I kind of want to book an appointment with her just to see how she does things. But apparently her target audience are men that enjoy being punished.”
I whistled lowly. “Wow, the things you learn about your co-workers.”
Brit polished off her food and stood up. “Well, as much as I’d love to hang out, I kind of have plans in a couple of hours and I need to start getting ready.”
I wiggled my eyebrows. “Got a hot date or something?”
And when she blushed, it was my turn to squeal. “Brittany!”
“What!? Yes, I’ve got a date. So, what?”
I leapt to my feet. “So, what? You haven’t dated anyone since I’ve known you. And even though I’ve only known you for a handful of months, this is big, right?”
