Working in the office in back of the store, Sasha heard the chimes of the door open and close. Getting up from her desk she walk toward the front of the store to see a distinguished looking gentleman standing in the store look at her erotic displayed of sex toys. Clearly her throat, the gentlemen turn look at Sasha with seeing how beautiful Sasha look standing among the erotic display of lingerie. How may I help you , Sasha asked. Turning around to the beautiful silk voice; eyes grew wide seeing a beautiful dark skin African-American woman standing behind the counter. Feeling like he had just been punch in the gut, a bulge form in his pants of the reaction to the beautiful woman.
Coming out of the fog hearing Sasha voice for the second time, clearing his throat walking toward the counter with his manhood growing hard behind his coat; looking at Sasha flawless dark chocolate skin her beautiful brown eyes and her perfect kissable lips "Umm" yes I am looking for a gift for a friend to give to his wife as a birthday gift, I was told this is the perfect place to buy a special erotic gift. Sasha laugh a little, yes Sir. Walks from behind the counter, if you follow me please. Walking toward the back of the boutique where she keep all of the special erotic gifts. Mr. St. Amant follow Sasha to back of the boutique; he see the round shape of Sasha ass; as he ass bounce and jiggle with each step she makes. Feeling his trousers getting tighter as he watches Sasha walk around the room picking up erotic items. Sasha made a suggestion about a gift for his friend wife. After making his selection, Mr. Amant follow Sasha back to the front of the store; placing his items on the counter. Mr. Amant begin to make small talk with Sash, asking her how long has her business been in the central location, how long has she been in business. Then Mr. Amant said something to Sasha that surprise her, he asked her out to dinner this weekend. Sasha look at Mr. Amant turning down informing him that she does not date clients that enter her establishment. Mr. Amant paid for his gifts, left his card with Sasha as well as take of one of Sasha business card. Walking out of the store without looking back at Sasha. Stepping into his limo, sitting in back seat thinking of a way to get Sasha to go out with him; he made a mental note to send her flowers and note asking her again to have dinner with him this weekend.
