Too Distracted By The Pet To Sell Jewlery

"Yes of course. A joke..." Lisa laughed. Or at least she tried to laugh. Marla's expression didn't change at all. Nothing is less convincing then a fake laugh.

Lisa moved over to a nearby case and went into her usual tirade about the contents. She'd given this same speech two hundred times in the past month, so she was able to pull through with it despite her distraction. Here was the earrings. Over there was the watches. Gold, silver. They had it all. Every so often she'd glance at Marla's face to see if she was impressed. She never was.

"Do you have a less terrible collection I can see?" Marla yawned loudly. Lisa's eyes went wide.

"Oh." She said. "Yes. Uh. Certainly."

Lisa moved over to another case, it had some of the most avant garde pieces in the entire shop. While she was talking, the pet woman rolled on to her back. Her hands and knees were darkened with dirt from the sore floor. Marla bent down, putting two fingers into the woman's pussy and pumping it with as much exertion as one would normally put into petting a cat.

She was clearly not paying attention to what Lisa was trying to sell. That was okay though. Neither was Lisa.

"...and then the uhh...." Lisa said, basically mumbling out loud. Was she just doing that in the middle of the store?

"You stopped, is something wrong, Miss Huang?" Marla said. She snapped to get Lisa's attention back.

"No...It's just....I mean..." Lisa stumbled. She couldn't stand this anymore. Who was this woman? Why did she have that....that...thing here. How could any of this be happening?

"W...what is she?"

"Oh? Fifi?" Marla kept on pumping her fingers into the pussy of the pet, Fifi apparently. She looked down and smiled. For her part, Fifi let her tongue out and started panting. "What does it look like?"

"She's one of my gook fuckpuppys."