A tour through the shop

"Follow me."

Amy walks toward the back door, used by employees of the, now closed, ice cream shop. She knows very well what she is doing. The door is a bit run down already, and one of the windows is broken. Amy carefully sticks her arm inside and opens the door from the other side.

"What are you, a ninja? Climbing walls, unlocking doors... what other surprises do you have?"

"You'll see..." is all she says, as she quickly turns and enters the shop. You follow after her, distracted by her ass again. It could be your imagination, but she seems so have an extra swing in her walk.

"Look," Amy says, pointing to a door on the left, "this door leads to the front of the shop, but we both know what that part looks like. So how about this door?" she asks. The door leads to a grey room filled with all kinds of machinery to both cool and store ice cream. In the middle of it stands a small desk, covered in lists with ice cream orders. The orders were all old now, of course.

Before you can go check if there is still ice cream left in the coolers, Amy grabs your hand and pulls you to the next room.

"This room is much more exciting!" she states. You follow her through it, and the room is indeed less plain. It is a small room, with a few ice-cream-making machines set on small tables. The interestingly shaped machines steal the show in this room, with vibrant images of various filled ice cream cones on them.

The room is so small that you both have to stand close together. That is why, when Amy bends forward to read the instructions on one of the machines, her ass slaps right against your cock. Your erection had just died down a bit, but the feeling of Amy's ass against it does not help.

Amy doesn't seem to notice this or care about it at all. She stays bent over like this for a good 30 seconds before wiggling her ass a little (did she really just do that?) and standing up straight again. You're weak at the knees.

She exclaims, "Fun fact! Did you know that all ice cream colours are artificial?"

Is that what she just read? Before you can tell her that you didn't know, she continues.

"Also..." she says, while closing the door through which you came in, "did you know this room was made soundproof? The machines would otherwise be too loud for guests."

You swallow at the implication of Amy being in a tiny, secluded room with you, with a closed door.

"That is why...", she continues, and you really wonder: