Something for my medical practice

The woman's eyes darted back and forth like she was expecting a church youth group to appear out of nowhere.

"I'd like to... to... buy something. For my orifice ... office! For my office!"

Ann smiled her most reassuring smile.

"Of course, Doctor Murasama."

"How do you know my name? Who told you I was coming here?"

"No-one told me, Sakura; at is simply my business to understand my customers and their business. Our transaction will be totally discreet, unless you should wish to make it otherwise. I understand your discomfort given the reputation of my profession, and shall do my best to assuage your concerns."

"Th... thank you."

"Now, what are you interested in acquiring?"

"I do many personal examinations in my work, and..."

Ann smiled. "You need say no more. This lubricant will allow you to – inspect – your patients with a minimum of distress on their part. However, I sense that there is something else that has captured your attention."

The woman bowed her head and blushed, chestnut-brown locks framing her reddening face. Ann wanted to reach out and comfort her, but she knew that would break the mood and very like ruin a substantial sale. The woman breathed deeply several times, and eventually drew up the courage to speak.

"I have an academic interest in the history of medical devices, and I heard through a colleague that you had acquired something that might interest me."

"Ah, you are referring to the tremoussoir, are you not? It is a genuine eighteenth-century device, from 1734 if I am not mistaken, and fully functional and capable of performing its intended medical duties. I believe we need not discuss the biological details."

The woman gave a sigh of relief. "You are correct, Miss Tique."

Ann tasted the name, "Miss Tique; I think I like that," then smiled to the young doctor. "You are aware that the device is one of the original few produced, and consequently will be fairly expensive."

"Money is not an issue, Miss Tique."

After a relative few rounds of offer and counter-offer the women agreed to a substantial sum. As they completed the transaction Ann posed one final question.

"Would you like a more modern equivalent of the device? It would be a gift to you in respect of your generous custom."

Doctor Murasama glanced at the shelf holding a century's worth of vibrators, each in its own discreet packaging, and shuddered. "No thank you; this will suffice."

At that she walked out, stopping in the doorway to give Ann a brief bow.

As the door closed behind her Ann whispered, "I'm sure it will shake your world."