Page 75 of Salvage Him
"Well, hello Mistress Abbie." A pretty blonde in a black latex dress and heels came out from behind a curtain and sauntered down the main aisle of the shop. She stopped halfway, bowed, and lowered her gaze to thefloor.
"Josey." Abbie strutted over to her, leaned in, and kissed the blond girl on the cheek. She ran her hand down her latex covered hip and then smacked her. The sound made both Josey andmejump.
When it came to subs, Abbie didn't discriminate—men, women, old, young, skinny, and full figured. It didn't mattertoher.
"Josey, this is my best friend in the whole wide world, Brooklyn,"Abbiesaid.
Josey peered upatme.
Inodded.
Abbie pushed Josey in mydirection.
"Nice to meet you." I reached myhandout.
Josey looked at Abbie whonodded.
She took it and brought the back of my hand up to her lips andkissedit.
Abbie hugged her from behind and kissed Josey on the back oftheneck.
I retrieved my hand before Abbie turned this into some ménage à trois lesbianscene.
I left them alone and wandered around the shop. I touched the soft leather cuffs. I ran my fingers over the rigid collars. Dildoes, butt plugs, and nipple clamps were everywhere. My mind was on sex toyoverload.
"Abbie tells me you live in Dallas." Joseywalkedover.
I studied her. She had the creamiest white skin and pouty pink lips. We were the same height. I couldn’t pull off the dress the way she did. It hugged hercurvybody.
"Yeah, I've lived there for about nine months now." Inodded.
"Well, I'm from a little town not far from there.RedOak?"
"I remember Red Oak. I drove through it on my way to a wholesale furniture warehouse in Hillsboro." Inodded.
"My little Brooklyn here is the hottest interior designer in Highland Park." Abbie joined us, carrying a package of three graduated buttplugs.
The girl didn't hide her surprise ... at my residence, not the buttplugs.
"You live in Highland Park?" Joseyasked.
"Yeah?"
Her demeanor changed. She bowed her head and retreated back behind thecounter.
"What wrong?" Iasked.
"Oh, nothing. Highland Park is not really known for its tolerance if you know what I mean." She picked at herfingernail.
"Well," Abbie chimed in, "if anyone can shake up that conservative little town, myBrooklyncan."
"Were you in the community when you lived back home?" Iasked.
"No. Oh God, no. Why do you think I moved to New York?" She giggled and covered her mouth. Her eyes cast down. "Can I ask you aquestion?"
"Sure." I touchedherarm.
Shelookedup.
