“Morning!” chirped the spunky girl behind the counter, who somehow seemed to embody everything a s*x store worker should not be; small, flat chested with pink spiky hair and a voice that sounded like it opted out of puberty. “Anything in particular you're looking for? We have a great sale on whips and paddles this week!”
“Just looking, thanks,” I muttered as mortification settled around me like a thick humid day.
“Alrighty then, let me know if you have any questions!” She grinned like we were at a supermarket instead of a s*x shop, which made me even more uncomfortable. I almost left but chastised myself for being so foolish, and decided instead to act the part that I clearly knew how to play in the privacy of my own home. With a new resolve I marched over to the anal toys.
Plugs, vibra
