Maria looked at me a little oddly before starting out in the direction that I had indicated. I grinned, as she disappeared from view, if she only knew what kind of store I had just sent her off to. Appearances could be so deceiving.
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Maria stood outside the store embarrassed to even be seen near it. Elon couldn't be serious, but the store's name read 'Kinks of the Trade', only the name was spelled out in leather whips. It was an Adult store.
Elon had to be playing some kind of practical joke on her, right?
She looked either way along the sidewalk to see if she would be observed entering the store. The coast was clear so she ducked into the store.
Oh how she wished that this was a practical joke of some kind!
Why would Elon send her to such a place? As bad as she wanted to believe that this was a practical joke she also knew that Elon wasn't the practical joke kind of person.
Her olive skin darkened under the heat of the blush that suffused her face as her wondering eyes fell across the specific items that were arrayed throughout the store as she made her way towards the sales counter at the back of the store. The middle-aged woman standing behind it looked surprisingly normal given the nature of the shop.
She wore a wry smile and as Maria got closer she said, "Honey if your man ain't satisfied with what nature sure enough done give you already in bountiful supply, then you best get yourself another man, because Lord knows you don't belong within a hundred miles of half the stuff in this hell depot!"
Maria did her best to meet the woman's eyes as she stopped at the counter, "I didn't come for any of this…… stuff. A man said you could help me."
"And what man would that be honey?" The shop owner asked suspiciously.
"Elon Gideon."
The black woman's features sharpened and her eyes got hard with all the friendliness disappearing from them, "And what relation to him would you be missy?"
Now that was a good question. Maria answered as honestly as she could think to do so, "I'm his woman." The admission of saying that added to the heated blush of being in this place that already had her face feeling like it was on fire.
The sharpness left the shop owner's eyes who eyed her up all over again, while she shook her head doing it, "I always says to myself, 'Elsie, that Elon Gideon is a man of style he is. He sure enough picked himself out a purty princess!"