Training Amy by Anne O'Connell

customers,” he explained quite seriously.
                Well that made sense, she thought. “Oh. Maybe that’s why Eric loaned them to me to begin with.”
                “Oh, yeah that’s probably it,” Brad agreed with a smirk.
                A young woman about five-four with blond hair and blue eyes approached the counter. She was clearly timid. Conservatively dressed and carrying a large brown handbag she leaned in close, eying Brad warily. “I’m here to pick up an order. It’s under Mary Alexander.”
                Her voice was so soft that if Amy hadn’t been paying attention she might have had to ask the woman to repeat herself. She looked on the order shelf, found the order and pulled it. She pulled out all the books. The woman’s eyes went wide.
                “I just want to make sure they’re all here,” she said quickly, noticing the woman’s obvious discomfort. Looking over the list she realized this was the erotica and bdsm order she’d pulled yesterday so she was careful to act nonchalant. Had it been her order she knew she would have been more comfortable if the clerk acted as if it was no big deal. She scanned the books, carefully placing them back in the brown By the Book bag. “That’s fifty-nine and sixty two cents.”
                The woman paid with a credit card and all but ran out of the shop with her head down.
                “And that’s why we needed a woman working here,” came Brad’s voice in her right ear.
                She jumped.
                “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.” His hand grazed her back and the fine hairs on the back of her neck stood up in absolute pleasure as her nipples hardened.
                “Do a lot of women order their porn and then pick it up later?” Amy asked, trying to shrug off the confusion coursing through her. Brad’s touch was a huge turn on, but she wanted Eric.
                “One man’s porn is another man’s pleasure. Or in this case, woman’s. Let’s order pizza for dinner. Eric should be back by then.” Brad posted a coupon for office supplies on the corkboard. He turned to her and pointed to the coupon. “Don’t let me forget that we have that, it’s like twenty bucks off.”
                It was her turn to laugh. “Okay.”
                Just then Eric showed up carrying Starbucks . He handed one to Amy, “Mocha Latte, for you gorgeous. And a Frappuccino for you,” he said, handing Brad a cup. “And one for me.”
                She couldn’t help but feel a little surprised. How had he known she liked Mocha Latte? All he’d ever seen her drink was regular coffee with sugar and cream. “How did you know?”
                “It was a guess,” he said. “I almost got you Pumpkin Spice, but you seem more Mocha Latte. Did that timid little sub come get her books?”
                “What?” Amy turned to him, confused.
                “That Mary something,” Brad said. “Yeah, she came in. Amy helped her. I thought she was going to bolt out the door.”
                “The guy who gets that one is going to have his work cut out for him,” Eric said quietly to Brad.
    But Amy had heard him. She decided not to say anything. Instead she grabbed a few books off the counter to put away. “Be back in a few, I’m going to go put these back on the shelves.”
                Both men watched her leave and exchanged another one of their wordless looks.
                She wasn’t stupid. Maybe a bit naïve, yeah, but not stupid. She’d heard him yesterday when he’d called Kali a Domme. He had called Mary Alexander a sub. The shop had an uncharacteristically large bdsm sections in both fiction and non-fiction. Eric had given her some bdsm books to read. He and Brad were part owners in a club of some sort. Putting