Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 23534 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 118(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23534 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 118(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
But I don’t really care what Maxine wears because I’m here to buy lingerie for my stepdaughter, and I intend to spend well into the four figures, if not five. This woman is going to be the happy recipient of a hefty commission by the time I’m done, and I swear, she can smell the money from a mile away.
“Yeah, but let’s make those panties smaller,” I growl. “They don’t need to cover much. Really, just enough fabric to shield a woman’s clit is enough, so there’s no reason to get a size medium. How about a small?”
Maxine nods eagerly.
“Actually, I can make a special suggestion. We have a special new style from our Luxe line which specializes in providing only clit coverage,” she murmurs. “It’s made for discerning gentlemen like yourself, who prefers for his lady to be more ... ah, revealed. Let me get a couple samples for you,” she simpers before turning away, a slight flush on her cheeks. “It’s hard to explain, and I believe seeing it in person will clarify things.”
With that, Maxine scampers off, and I lean back on the overstuffed sofa to wait. Again, I’m in a semi-private room at the back of the store and it’s fancy. There’s a three-way mirror in one corner, a pedestal positioned before it, and plenty of flattering lighting. The walls are done up in pink damask, and of course, the sofa I’m sitting on is upholstered in a rose-colored silk with purple accent cushions. It’s a pink cocoon, and fit for ladies who want to feel elegant yet at ease.
But Maxine reappears then, disturbing my observation of the interior décor.
“Here we go,” she simpers, holding up a red pair of panties. It’s not much more than a rope of crimson silk connected to another rope of silk with a tiny patch of fabric about one inch square positioned in front. “As you can see, coverage is minimal,” Maxine murmurs, her cheeks full as she smiles prettily. “This particular model is our basic one, but we also have more elaborate styles, which include rhinestones and crystals.”
With that, Maxine holds out a purple g-string which is similarly fashioned, except that instead of a tiny clit patch, there’s a gem affixed exactly where a woman’s clit would go. It’s a big gem, to be sure, but I can already imagine all sorts of problems.
“So how would the crystal stay in place?” I ask, black brows rising. “I can see how the patch would remain in place, seeing that it’s a piece of cloth that would lie flat over a woman’s anatomy. But the crystal seems a bit tricky,” I drawl. “That thing would twist and turn on the string, wouldn’t it?”
“Oh no, it stays in place,” Maxine burbles, holding the purple thong up so that the gem flashes in the light. “The strings can be slightly adjusted, so that they sit tight over a woman’s hips. Also, the fabric doesn’t have that much give, so the crystal is secure. Besides,” she adds, biting her lip. “I don’t know if I should tell you this, but the crystals are really just glass. This isn’t a diamond, or even a semi-precious stone, so it’s okay if it gets lost or falls off by accident.”
I throw my head back with a boom of laughter because Maxine’s endearing, even if her hairstyle leaves a lot to be desired. “No, it’s fine,” I drawl. “I never thought the gem was a diamond or any kind of precious stone. In fact, I’m surprised it’s even glass. I thought it’d be plastic.”
“Oh no,” Maxine purrs, shooting me a saucy gaze. “Our Luxe line is very high-end,” she emphasizes with a meaningful look. “But seeing that you’re one of our most discerning customers, we actually offer a tailoring option,” she adds. “We work with a talented jeweler in St. George and if you’d like to get the crystal replaced with a real diamond, I’m sure we could find a way to make that happen.”
My black brows rise.
“Really. A giant diamond as a clit cover. It’d have to be at least ten carats for adequate coverage.”
Maxine nods, her plush lips pursed.
“Likely, yes. But again, our jeweler is very talented, with access to some of the finest gems sourced straight from the mines of India and Africa. I think he could help you find what you’re looking for.”
I nod, stroking my bronzed jaw with one hand, as if considering the option. To be honest, I actually am considering the option because seeing Lily clad in a pair of panties with only a diamond covering her clit would be sexy as hell. Plus, the purchase of a ten carat rock is nothing to me. Hell, I could do twenty or thirty carats, but it would shield too much of my sweet girl’s turgid flesh.