“Look, I just want to get a little bit of a discount, okay?” the cute, twenty-something blond woman leaned forward a bit as she showed the picture frame to Mark. She held the frame up and pointed at it in just such an angle that Mark was unable to avoid seeing her cleavage from her low-cut shirt. Mark swallowed hard as his cock flexed in his pants. “See, there’s a little nick in the corner here.” The woman’s cherry red nail tapped at the corner of the frame, indicating a small, slightly discolored groove. However, given that the frame itself was already sporting a complex weave design, it was difficult to tell if the “little nick” in the wood was not actually part of the design. As far as Mark could tell, it was supposed to be there. But this would not be the first customer to try and fret over a miniscule detail in the hopes of shaving a couple extra pennies off the price.
“Ma’am, I really think it’s part of the—” Mark gasped as he felt the sensation of a hot, warm tongue suddenly lick along the length of his cock. He swallowed hard as his cock flexed once again, straining in his pants. “P-part of the design! I d-don’t think I can give you a—” He felt the tongue lick him again.
“Are you sure?” said the woman, giving him a doe-eyed innocent look. “Not even just a little discount? I’m kind of on my lunch break here, I don’t have all day to haggle.”