Yes

"Thanks," Victoria said as she handed off the Idol before turning and waving an indignant finger in Amy's face. "What gives you the right to bother this lady?"

"I'm hot," Amy replied, "and it's for her own good, which she'd realize if she took that stick out of her ass long enough to let me put my tongue there."

"What, just because you've got a nice rack you think any woman would want to motorboat you? Just fall into that cleavage and snuggle up all safe and happy?"

What an oddly specific image -- for just a fraction of a second the older woman could almost feel those tits pressing against her face, blocking out all the cares of the outside world. Fortunately her dark skin hid her blush, so no one would notice she had such an unseemly reaction.

"My looks may get 'em, but my skills keep 'em," Amy replied.

"Oh, so you think you've got such an amazingly talented tongue that it could drive a straight girl wild if she just gave you a chance? You think you kiss better than any man she's known?"

"Yes," Amy replied. Yes, the Idol echoed inside the customer's head.

"That you could make her nipples stand at attention with a single swirl of that 'amazing' tongue of yours?"

"Of course," Amy replied, with the Idol whispering the same message in tandem.

"That your tongue is so magical that if a straight girl let you go down on her it would wake up her clit that's been asleep the whole time she's been with guys, and make her feel pleasure she never even dreamed of? You REALLY think you're THAT good?"

"Better" Amy smirked, as the Idol pushed her words into the very core of the customer's psyche.

Victoria turned back to the customer. "Can you believe her?" Believe her, the Idol echoed, the words thrusting into the customer's mind like that strap-on Victoria had offered to use would thrust into her pussy if she just gave in...