Lisa Gets Toyed With

"Tut tut, walking a little slowly, are we?" Marla remarks. Lisa doesn't have a reply. After all, she can't exactly mention the state of her panties.

The two of them arrive at the case, and Lisa does her best rehearsed routine going through the reasons to buy each of the pieces inside. Marla put a hand around Lisa's waist. It was an act of personal space violation that Lisa didn't know how to react to. She certainly wasn't able to complain.

Once or twice she glanced down at wear Fifi was kneeling on the ground. Silent. Panting. Blank, almost uncomprehending eyes. Obedient.

"I've been on my feet all day darling. Why don't we finish up our conversation sitting down." Lisa says. The two make their way to a table.

Lisa's fist balled up. This was all weird. It was uncomfortable. But, she had to focus. She was expected to sell this woman some jewelry. She was the predator here, trying to make the sale. Yet, at the same time, everything Marla seemed to do or say made her feel more like pray.

She was hardly a few sentences into her final pitch when she felt something brush against her leg. Marla's nylon stockings. Lisa paused, jaw agape. The leg didn't withdraw. In fact, Marla was openly smirking at her across the table.

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