A hot shopkeep

They turned onto the High Street, and James was relieved to see that it wasn't as crowded as he'd feared. Without a watch or a phone he didn't know what time it was, but it was definitely pretty late in the evening, and the crowds had thinned out. Still, there were several people walking up and down the street, and one was bound to turn his way any second.

"In here, this shop looks fun." Gemma pointed to one of the first open shops, a craft shop with a window full of paper products, wax candles, and other crafting supplies. James ducked in quickly, with Gemma following behind.

James looked around and was relieved that there didn't seem to be any customers there. However, the shop girl did look up when the bell over the door rang. The moment she saw him, she put her hand over her mouth and giggled. She was a very pretty woman, with long, curly ginger hair, exceptionally pale skin and a figure as curvy as Gemma's.

The shop girl walked up to Gemma and James and, barely containing her laughter, said, "Hello, I'm Apple! Can I help you? If you're looking for clothes, I'm afraid we don't sell them here."

"No, that's okay," said Gemma. "My servant just wants to buy me a really nice present. Something *very* expensive!"

"Oh, well then you probably need the V.I.P. treatment!" Apple went to the door, locked it, and turned around the sign to say 'closed'. "Let me show you to the back, where we have our handmade jewelry."

Gemma turned to James and was about to say something when she noticed that he was holding his hands over his crotch. She slapped his hands away and said, "No! Don't ever cover yourself up!"

"Yes, Mistress Gemma," said James dejectedly as he lowered his hands to his sides.

"Ha! He called you 'mistress'!" said Apple, staring openly as James' very erect cock. She composed herself and led the two of them to a small jewelry case in the back. She and Gemma exchanged knowing looks as they chatted about jewelry, but James was too preoccupied with his own embarrassment to notice.

Gemma picked out a pair of earrings and ordered James to buy them for her, handing him his wallet. They cost a good chunk of his savings, but all he could do was say, "Yes, Mistress Gemma," and take them up to the counter. The pretty ginger shop girl rang up the sale, then turned to Gemma and said, "Is that all, or is there something else that you and your boy wanted?"

The two women broke out into giggles, and James finally started to get the hint that they already knew each other.