Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357
Just a quick trip, you promise yourself. You’re just going to run into the local lingerie store to see what they have. I smile at you from behind the counter, and you lower your head, trying to be invisible.
As you start to paw through the satins, and the silks, and the lace, and the frills, getting ever more excited about the feel of it on your body, the sound of my voice snaps you out of your daydream.
“Can I help you find anything?” I ask.