A Strange Sensation

A current of heat flowed through my hand, down my arm, through my belly and straight to my pussy. I gasped at the unexpected sensation. Judging from the way Chrissie snatched the end of the glass rod out of my hand, I had a feeling she had experienced the same thing.

Chrissie stuffed the souvenir into her leather bag. Then she gave me a sullen look. "Alright, give me the journal so we can get out of here."

I said, "It's safe, don't worry. Let's split."

"Erica, quit arguing. Put the damn journal in the damn bag."

"I said, Chrissie, that it's safe."

Chrissie glared at me, and I stared back at her. Then there was a flutter of movement and suddenly Chrissie was pointing a small black object at me. "Put the journal in the bag or we'll see what a hundred thousand volts does to your frizzy brown hair."

I looked at the little black object in Chrissie's hand, then glared at her. "A stun gun. You back-biting little bitch. You were going to double-cross me."

"Oh, don't be so dramatic. Just put the journal in the bag and we'll be on our way."