If You Aren't Interrupted, That Is

I whimper weakly, as the finger pumps into me. I try to stop my legs from quaking, but it's like I can't control them anymore! The sales lady has her mouth twisted into a sadistic grin. It makes me melt. I never realized I liked girls before. My fantasies always seemed to be focused on a man, but she looked so elegant when she dominated me. It wasn't something anamalistic, it was more a class thing. She was like a lady and I looked like a whore.

Which is why I moaned like one.

"Getting close, whore?" She hissed.

"uh...huh" I moan. Part of me wants to go over the edge, so desperately. But, I've read enough stories to know that's a big no-no. I try to hold it in, but it's so difficult.

"Are you ready to-" She begins, but before she can finish there is a ringing sound. The door to the store just opened. The sales lady pauses mid-sentence and then pulls her hand out of your slit. You whimper in need but don't say a word.

"Wait here," she whispers. "I need to see who it is."

Then she vanishes again, leaving me to sink to the floor in exhaustion. My hair is matted and your legs are still dripping with juices. I try to listen to the exchange between my new mistress and the newcomer, but I can barely hear. That is until I hear a loud deceleration from one of the people.

"Good afternoon, Mistress!" says a female voice. I can't tell if it belongs to the saleswoman or the newcomer.