0 comments/ 29514 views/ 1 favorites Adult Bookstore By: MOVIEFAN4 I walked into the adult bookstore as usual, hoping to find an interesting encounter but so often disappointed. It was Saturday night about 11:45 p.m. and the parking lot had a dozen cars or so. I got tokens from the clerk and headed back to the video booth area. On my way back to find a booth I caught a glimpse of a petite blonde in cut off jeans, a blouse and high heel "come fuck me " shoes already watching a movie with her boyfriend/husband. They were hugging closely in the booth and I could see she was stroking his cock. I went into the booth across from them so I could keep an eye on the action. I started to watch some movies which only made me more horny. I could see him playing with her ass and tits. I was very nervous about exposing myself to her so I just watched for the next 15 minutes. They kept fondling each other and I was hoping their play would get more nasty. She turned around a couple of times and caught me staring at them. One time she smiled back at me and pursed her lips like she was blowing me a kiss. They then left the booth and started back to the main area of the store. I followed a few seconds later and her friend went into the bathroom leaving this pretty woman alone in the store. She was standing by the wall that showed all the movies being played in the video booths. I couldn't take my eyes of her short shorts. They showed off her beautiful legs and high heels perfectly. I walked up next to her and knelt down as if I was looking at the videos on the bottom row. My heart was pounding when I moved my hand to my right and brushed her leg with my hand. She didn't flinch as I touched her so I tried again but this time I stroked her inner thigh which was exposed because of her short jean shorts she was wearing. She looked down and smiled at me. I stood up and pointing to a movie box I asked her if she had seen this movie. She said "no". I asked her if she would like to watch it with me. She nodded yes. She handed the store clerk a newspaper and told him to tell her boyfriend who was in the bathroom that she wanted him to buy that paper for her and that she would be right back. We headed to the video booth in the farthest back corner of the store and I put some money in the machine to start the movie. As soon as I did, this dream girl kissed me on the lips hard and reached down to my crotch. I grabbed her crotch and we both rubbed eachother feverishly. I pulled her in tight and grabbed her tight little ass that felt so good in those jeans. I quickly undid my zipper and my cock sprung out as hard as ever. Without even a word she went right down to her knees and started sucking me right there in the booth. She was very good at giving blowjobs and I knew it wouldn't be long before I came. I reached down and undid her blouse to expose her little titties. They were small but perfect for her body size. The thought of this perfect stranger sucking my dick was more than I could stand. The way she used her lips and hands around my shaft was beyond compare. Watching the movie playing on the screen and getting a great blowjob was a long time fantasy. I couldn't believe it was actually being played out this night at the bookstore. I was so hot and horny that within minutes I shot my load in her mouth. She took it all without even flinching. She eagerly sucked and swallowed like she was enjoying this as much as I was. A small smattering of cum landed on her chin as she looked up at me and she put it back into her mouth not missing a drop with her finger and swallowed that too. She stood up, tucked in her blouse and left the booth. By the time I dressed myself and went out to the main store area, her and her boyfriend were gone. I never saw them again but what a great memory. This story is too good to make up. Adult Bookstore Attorney Greetings and salutations dear reader. My name is Susan and this is my story. As way of background, I am a 27 year old, stereotypical California girl. That means I am in good shape, shapely even. I'm about 5' 8" tall (in heels) with long blonde hair (that is usually pulled into a tight pony tail for work or working out), nicely sized 34C breasts, a tight little backside I keep in shape doing endless squats at the gym and a beautiful smile. I give you that picture because it doesn't match my chosen profession as a lawyer. Although I am perfectly capable of swimming in the shark infested waters that is the California legal system, my young beach-bunny looks definitely work against me. Other lawyers simply don't take me as serious as they should. Typically they end up losing out because they have underestimated my abilities, but it is a constant battle fighting sexism in the courts and law firms. But I digress. After I got out of law school I had dreams of landing a great position at one of LA's premiere law firms. But I quickly found out that even though I had great scores in school and on the BAR exam, that wasn't enough. There were plenty of eager new lawyers just as qualified. Sure we all lacked experience, but apparently the old boys network was still at play. Everywhere I applied, the interviews would go well, but they chose somebody else in the end. I considered leaving LA, but this was home. I still loved going to the beach to play volleyball or just lay out and tan. Plus I loved all the clubs and going dancing. I knew my first few years as an associate would be almost all work, but I still wasn't ready to give up my old life yet. In the end I decided to lower my standards and start looking at second tier firms. I figured I could get a couple years of experience and then try the big guys again. As it turned out, the second tier wasn't much easier to crack than the first. Short on cash and with student loans crushing my budget, I finally was offered a position at Anderson, Cooper, Willis and Hoffmann. ACWH is a small law firm started 30 some years ago by the four principles. They didn't want to get large. They wanted to run the firm their way so they concentrated on just a few large clients. That worked for a long time but for the past decade or so they have struggled to compete with the larger firms. There are two other junior lawyers at the firm, both men, who have been there two years (Jerome) and three years (Fernando). There are also three paralegals (Robin, Tina and Andi) plus a receptionist (Carol). It was explained to me that from time to time they would hire some temps if they had a big case, but mainly it was just the 11 (including me) at the firm and that was how they liked it. "It is like family," Craig Anderson, one of the founding partners, told me during the first interview. While the firm was smaller than I wanted, I needed to work in my field. I'd been doing odd jobs to make ends meet, but it was time to put my education to work so I accepted the offer. Very quickly it became apparent that the glory days of the firm were behind it and they had developed a bit of an ambulance chaser vibe. But everyone was nice. Well, Andi and Robin were not so nice. They seemed put off by my looks and jealous. Tina told me not to worry about them. She said both had failed the BAR twice and were just threatened by a woman moving ahead of them at the firm. I've always dealt with jealousy from other women so that didn't bother me too much. What did bother me was an attitude of male superiority. The partners were all in their 50's so it didn't surprise me that they didn't think much of women lawyers. I couldn't figure out why they hired me (unless it was because of my looks) until during my first solo case that I found out the only reason they got the business was because a woman would handle it. I soon discovered many companies had equality quotas and would only hire African-America, Hispanic or female lawyers. I had not considered that Jerome and Fernando fit two of those criteria and obviously I fit the other. I had mixed emotions about this revelation. I would have liked to been told this during the interview process. But Jerome and Fernando didn't seem to have a problem with it and they must have figured it out by now. And since I figured I only had a couple of year here until I moved up to a better firm, I suppose it didn't really matter. I just need experience and a chance to prove myself. And I could do that here. The second part of the male superiority attitude that prevailed in the firm was more problematic. There were things that were said which probably grounds for a sexual harassment lawsuit. But given the makeup of the firm I knew nothing could be proved. Besides, I am hardly a prude. I'm not wild and crazy by any means, but I'm also no virgin. I don't do one-night stands (at least not often) and I'm certainly open to a little bit of experimentation in the bedroom, but I'm definitely not as sexually free as some in our office. Tina, for example, has talked about several sexual encounters with guys she picked up in a bar and Andi has told me she is bisexual. Again, if I saw this job as a career, I probably would have been more worried, but instead I chose to just buckle down, do my job to the best of my ability, build a good reputation in the legal community and move up in a couple of years. I knew filing a sexual harassment suit probably wouldn't look good on my record so I decided to just pretend it didn't bother me. In truth, it really didn't bother me that much. I wasn't above using my body to get guys to do things for me so if a few crude comments from the partners came my way, so be it. It was a good plan and things were moving along. Then I got assigned the case that would change my life. This client was not assigned to me because of my gender, at least not because it was a requirement to get the account. No, I got this one because Dan Willis wanted to give me the case from a sex store just to mess with me. I knew he thought I was a stuck up bitch (not true) and I remember vividly when he called me into the conference room. He was siting with Tom Foreman. I would quickly learn that Tom was the owner of three adult bookstores in town called Playtime Adult Arcade. Dan obviously thought I would be shocked by this kind of business. He and Tom had fun trying to humiliate me by using this case as an excuse to ask sexually provocative questions. Dan was probably planning to assign the can to Fernando or Jerome but thought it would be fun to tease me, but if he thought that, he still didn't understand my motivation and drive. On the inside I was a fuming the way Dan was handling the meeting. I'm a professional and Tom's zoning battles with the city should not be a huge problem. Unless the city could show some kind of illegal activity going on at his stores, I was confident I could get the city to back down. I was skilled at selling my legal skills and by the end of the meeting I had supplanted Dan as the lawyer in charge and had convinced Tom our little firm was more than ready to take on city hall. Dan was happy to land the client, although I could tell he wasn't happy I had been the one to do it. I knew fighting city hall would mean a lot of billable hours. That would make the other partners happy and they would chill out Dan. I also knew, although I didn't say it, that this kind of battle probably would garner some press coverage. Although the stores had been in their current locations for over a decade (and in the case of the first store 22 years) some alderman (or alderwoman) got a bug up their ass about the stores being immoral. Well the law can't (or shouldn't) dictate morality and as I said, as long as they were not breaking any substantive law, I saw no reason why we couldn't win. After the meeting broke up and a smiling Tom left the office, Dan pulled me aside and gave me a veiled threat "not to fuck this up" and how "I'd never work in this town again if I did." I chuckled to myself at his phrasing of the classic Hollywood threat. I told him not to worry and went back to my desk to start researching the stores and the relevant zoning laws. Playtime's website was nothing to write home about. It was pretty basic and didn't offer much information. It had pictures of the three locations. One looked pretty haggard and looking at the address, I knew it was in an industrial area near a lot of trucking companies. I theorized that a lot of drivers probably stopped there while their trucks were being loaded and unloaded. The second location looked a little better and was in a mixed low income residential and light industrial area. The third shop looked more upscale. In fact, it didn't look dingy at all and had tasteful signage. But it was along a major road leading to a higher end neighborhood and if Google Earth can be believed, was actually only four blocks from a school. I assumed that was the location the city was upset about. It also looked like the one with the largest capital investment. No wonder Tom was willing to fight for it. I also read some online reviews of the places. The nice looking store had reviews that ranged from bad to OK. The complaints were about high prices on toys, but surprising to me, not about cleanliness or clientele. They were praised for their selection of clothes and costumes. There was some reference to a theater of some kind in the back of the store. Apparently it was overpriced by some accounts. But other people (two women no less) claimed it was a great place for a quick hook up. "Sure it is," I thought. "But what kind of man would you meet?" The second best looking location also had a theater in addition to something called private viewing booths. I wasn't 100% sure what that meant, but I had a pretty good idea. For the record, I'd never been to this kind of store before. I bought a vibe on Amazon, but that is the extent of my toy collection. I've watched a couple pornos with an ex-boyfriend. I found them exciting, but I never sought out buying my own. The third seedy looking place also advertised viewing booths (I pictured a dirty trucker whacking off in a tiny room) and said they rented movies. I went back and forth about which store to visit first. I knew I'd have to go to all three, but I decided the nice looking one was the best place to start. Truthfully the industrial one looked a little scary for an attractive woman to go into alone. I tried to think what time of day would be the least crowded. I decided to go at lunchtime because I could be out of the office without needing to say where I was going. I was very nervous walking into the store by myself. Inside was bright and open. It looked like a high end boutique instead of a sex shop. I wouldn't say I instantly became comfortable (it was still weird walking around displays of sex toys, whips and latex outfits) but I didn't feel dirty for being there either. There were two very professional looking women working behind a center counter. They were friendly and asked if they could help me find anything. I told them I was just browsing and they said to take my time. They didn't pressure me and I was free to wander the store looking at the wide variety of sexual themed products. I had no idea they would have such a selection. A number of things stirred some excitement between my legs. There were some leather outfits that I pictured myself in, but they were way out of my price range. I also found myself intrigued by the restraint section. I had an ex-boyfriend who always wanted to tie me to the bed. I let him once, but he didn't really know what he was doing and my wrists and ankles ended up getting rubbed raw. I had a mixed reaction to the experience. I kind of liked that he was in charge, but I hurt for days after and never let him do it again. We broke up soon after. The store had cuffs in many different materials. Traditional handcuffs looked painful to me, but the leather ones didn't seem too bad. There was also some lightweight fabric ones that looked like they would break easily. I thought of buying a set of those figuring I could always get free if I needed to, but I decided against it for now. Beyond the bondage gear and at the end of the store was a sign for the "Theater Club." There was a sign that said $5 to join and $10 for two hours. There was also a list of movies and show times. They appeared to play in a loop. I decided I had seen enough and decided to leave. I wanted to make a small purchase since I'd been there at least half an hour so I picked up a lacy black thong with a heart shot by an arrow on it. It was only $5 (on sale) so I headed to the register. The lady who rang me up was very nice. She said she had noticed me looking at the theater. I asked what the $5 join fee was all about and she told me that made it a private club and that I only had to play the fee once per year. I asked what was important about making it private and she said it was because people fooled around in there. She said there were four rows of six theater seats (she made sure to tell me they were premium leather theater seats) and they had a 140" diagonal projection screen. She said a surprising number of women and couples attended because they like to be watched messing around with their partner or even wanted an anonymous hook up. "If it wasn't a private club, we would have trouble with the law because of it," she told me. I wanted to tell her they already had trouble with the law, but I figured it was better not to reveal myself. "Isn't that messy?" I asked her. "Yeah, I don't like cleaning up after a busy night. But we disinfect all the surfaces every day. The booths at the other stores are much worse." "Booths?" I said quizzically. "Have you been to our other stores?" she asked me. "No," I said pretending not to have looked at them online. "Are they as nice as this one?" "No," she replied. "This store is a new concept designed to attract classier women such as yourself. The other two stores are more traditional adult bookstores. One has a theater club, although it is smaller than ours. Both have private booths where for a couple of bucks you can watch some porno. Those booths are pretty dirty. I'm glad I don't have to clean them. I know the clerks in those stores hate having to clean up at the end of their shifts." "I don't imagine the guys that go there really worry about that?" I told/asked her. "Well they do get ladies and couples at the group theater, but from what I hear, not too many women go back to the private booths. Only one person at a time is allowed in, although I'm sure some people break that rule, especially at the one near the trucking company. I know they had had trouble with hookers posing as customers and hanging out by the booths. Still I think it would be pretty exciting to go there knowing a bunch of guys are jacking off all around you." "Maybe," I replied because I didn't want to admit that did sound fun. "Perhaps I'll have to check them out. "Cecilia works days at the shop with the theater. If you go there, she can tell you when her regular couples typically come in. You can get a free show. I've done that before. It's very exciting." "What do you mean a show?" I asked her. I thought I knew what she meant but the lawyer in me wanted to hear her say it. "Some of the couples are exhibitionists. You can watch them fuck. With some of them, they'll let you join them as well." "Cecilia (I made a mental note) OK I'll ask for her if I go. Thank you very much." I tried to be friendly although my mind was whirring to try and figure out if this private club concept could be legal. Certainly there were laws about getting naked and fucking in public. That afternoon in the office I did some research and decided that the private club argument could be made in court. I didn't know if it was a winning position, but at least I could stand up and make the case. I knew before I did that, though, I would have to check out what happened in one. That night as I lay in bed, I found myself thinking about the theater and what I would do if people around me were fucking or masturbating. My pussy began to lubricate and I rubbed myself to a nice orgasm imagining I was watching a hot couple banging away in front of me. The next morning I dressed in my usual conservative lawyer clothes (skirt just above my knee and a silk blouse. I also put on the thong I had bought the day before. It just seemed right that if I was going to visit one of the other stores that I should wear them. On my drive to the office I took the long route and pass the store I was thinking about visiting. It didn't seem as bad as it looked online. That may be because I had been to the nice store already so I had started to become desensitized or more likely, although I didn't want to admit it, I was looking forward to my lunch time visit. My morning in the office sped by as I immersed myself in the city's case against Playtime. In fact I worked right past noon without even realizing it. Then we had a staff meeting and I ended up not being able to leave until 3pm. That was a little later than I hoped, but on the plus side that might mean there would be additional customers and I could observe how they interacted. Alas, that wasn't the case. There was a single car in the parking lot when I pulled in. A cute young girl greeted me from behind the counter. She didn't seem surprised that a single woman walked in alone. She told me if I needed any help to let her know. This store was much smaller than the one I visited yesterday. It also had a lower grade of product (my assumption) and everything was packed very tightly together. Again my eyes wandered to the bondage gear. Why was I thinking about that so much lately? To take my mind off the leather section, I wandered into the DVD area. Maybe I would rent a movie. That would give me a good reason to come back. I wanted to interact discretely with as many employees as I could. I browsed the selection and was surprised how many of the titles interested me. When I watched porn with my one boyfriend he always rented the movie before he came over. His tastes were pretty bland I soon found out. There were a couple titles I kept coming back to so I decided to grab one. It was called Full Service Maids and had a hot blonde in a tiny French maid outfit on the cover. Something about the outfit spoke to me and I figured that would be my first rental. I had not seen anybody going into the theater or viewing booths area so I decided just to rent my movie and go home and watch it. Tomorrow being Friday, I figured I would go to the third store later in the evening when things should definitely be jumping. I made my way up to the counter and asked to rent the movie. The girl behind the counter asked for a credit card and my driver's license. For some reason I didn't anticipate not remaining anonymous, but I didn't want to seem shocked so I handed them over. It was then I noticed her nametag. "Can I ask you a question, Cecilia?" I said. "Sure," she responded and looked at my id, "Sure Susan. What's up?" "I was at your fancier store yesterday," I began. Then searching for the right words, I blushed a little bit. "Um, I was at the other store and they were telling me about the theater club." "Ours work just like theirs," she responded. "Oh. OK," I replied. "But they said I should ask you when the regulars visit." "You want to watch a couple get it on?" she asked me. I blushed more. My cheeks felt like they were on fire. "I don't know. It just sounded exciting." She nodded with a wry smile. "Don't be embarrassed. I understand. Everybody is nervous the first time they go in there. I have a few regulars, but I never know for sure if they are coming in. There are two couples that stop in on their way home a couple times per week. They usually arrive between 4 and 4:15."