Alexandra gets the shaft.

Krista stared at the object inside the box. It was a ten-inch long, two-inch diameter cylinder of crystal, smoothed on both ends. One end was constricted slightly an inch or so from the end, giving it a look not unlike a man's member. The whole was made of transparent quartz and had a natural slight slickness to it. A close examination revealed not a single flaw or inclusion.

Krista turned to her assistant. "What do you see here, Alexandra?"

"It looks like a crystal rod, Ma'am."

"It's a dildo. This glassy shaft is a message from my mother, truly the most honest message one person can send to another. It says 'fuck you.' Do you understand that, Alexandra?"

"Yes, Miss Krista, but I'm not sure–"

"I am sure; my mother says 'fuck me,' but I'm not letting the buck stop here. I want you to take this, and fuck yourself with it. Fuck you, Alexandra."

"Ma'am!?"

"I mean it; skirt up, panties down. Right now. Would you like the end with the knob or the smooth end?"