“Push it. It’s almost in, there it goes,” he huffed.

She was working it, really working it. It was almost all the way in, but it was tight, really tight.

She slipped around a little, shifting her thighs and buttocks to try to get more leverage. And then it went in, all the way up, and it felt good.

“How’s that feel?” he asked.

“Oh yeah,” she purred, “snug and tight. I like that. I didn’t think it would fit, but when it’s in, wow. That feels nice.”

The leather was black and shone in his hands. He could feel her wriggle in his firm, calloused palms.

She turned it, studying it in the harsh white of the fluorescents.

“Do you mind?” she asked.

“Not at all.” She moved around, rolled her ankle. Longer than she was used to, but the way it arched her hips and lifted her butt looked good in the mirror. Nice.

“And these are on special, right?” she asked, studying the mirror.

He checked the box. “Yep. Fifty percent. You sure you don’t want to try the size eight?”

“Nah. You take VISA ?”