She opens her mouth then closes it again. For a moment she studies the bras I’m holding.

Looking down at the four I want the most and the one I can’t bring myself to take off I have no idea. What would they cost? The ugly one I wore into the shop is in the trash. The ugly one was forty dollars on sale. This is hard, I don’t spend money on myself. Only the idea of leaving even one of the bras behind makes me sad.

“What you have there will total six hundred and twenty dollars. Do you want them all?” I nod as I wince and hand them over. “I’ll get them boxed up for you.”

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Once I’m home I open the pretty white box and pull apart the tissue paper. My eyes go wide when I see there are matching panties. They are gorgeous, is that why they were so expensive because they were a set? I put on the panties that match the bra I’m wearing and stand in front of the mirror. Gertrude was right, it does make you feel pretty and sexy and good about yourself and able to take on the world or an asshole billionaire.

Closing my eyes, I imagine Leo here with me as I have so many times before. My hand goes to touch myself. I’m too worked up to pull out my vibrator. The thought of Leo has me wet in an instant. Would Leo like the blue lace or the black lace? Will he like that I’m bare from the laser treatments my doctor insisted I get to stop the painful ingrown hairs?

I skim my thumb over my bare mound loving the feel of the soft skin. I feel my breasts swell and nipples harden. My other hand moves up to cup one, hissing at the sweet ache that goes right to the core of me. A finger dips deeper, swimming in the wet heat pooling now. Deeper in and out, then higher teasing around my swollen nub. I remember Leo, leaning over my desk his scent all around me, wood, smoke, fire and something that was only Leo. My body clenches from deep inside, I moan because I’m empty, Leo isn’t inside me the way I want. I push my fingers deeper, but it’s not enough; my body is hot, tight, greedy for my orgasm. Giving in, my fingers swirling over my clitoris. I tip over into an orgasm, my body shuddering.

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Leo

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My phone beeps, “Mr. Kaplan, Gertrude Holtzer calling for you. Are you available?”

“Yes, put her through.” I snatch up the phone. “Gertrude, how did it go?”