1 comments/ 17767 views/ 1 favorites Dark Passions Within The Soul By: X_Shadow.Sovereign_X I stood watching the many customers wander into the local blockbuster, as I usually did on a Friday night. As the active seller, the one soul chosen to journey out into the midst of customers and harass them to no end, I watched each and every weary Middleton soul. At six foot one and well more than two hundred pounds, it's hard to miss me while coming into the store, and to the fact I make my presence known to each person that comes in. I simply cast my green eyes toward those curious customers and they jump in line to buy things from me, well, maybe not but that's what would please my manager to no end. With every weekend it's the same deal, talk to them, and get them to buy things. However, for some reason I felt as though this weekend may be different. A draft in the air of the store perhaps...the throng of customers on the floor, That night I couldn't put my finger onto it. Something was different though. Walking a standard patrol I stepped closer to the entrance of the store, along the new release walls. A point where every customer will happen upon. In my stroll, I stopped, as with every sell in my body. My eyes locked to the entrance of the store. As well as all my fellow male companions working at the checkout. She was for lack of a better word, beautiful, in every syllable of the idea. The new patron walked calmly into my general area. A dark waterfall of long raven black hair fell across slender shoulders and a perfect angelic face with only the hint of makeup. A hint of blush, the dash of eyeshadow. dark..to accentuate her features. A pair of crystal blue eyes scanned the wall. In my stupor I watched as a light pink tongue grazed across her pouty lips, simply astonished I was that such a creature happened into my store, this town...rather unbelievable it was. The woman stepped past me with a pleasant "Excuse me." Her voice echoed through my very soul like a shockwave. My heart began to thump in my chest. She stood only slightly shorter than I, at perhaps five foot eight or nine, a body any woman would be jealous of, encased in tight deep blue jeans, slightly faded and a leather coat. I continued to stare in awe of her, but not wanting to seem like a pedophile I went about my customer service...my mind locked upon this dark female in my store, the luck of the Irish, I hope. Not that I'm entirely sure I'm Irish, but as I've said, at least my name is, I'm Eamon by the way. Forgive my late introduction. As I made my usual rounds of helping various customers that night, I kept a vigilant eye on this one that had stopped my soul so quickly. She stepped slowly, almost like I do when I'm shopping, glancing up and down the bays of movies, cautiously and curiously I noted. I shook my head, like I usually do, to get myself into gear. I was the active seller, I have a duty! Okay corny I know but one has to have some determination. I circumvented the floor quickly, gliding around the various customers in an effort to reach her. When I finally did, I stepped in front of my prey, and as gentlemen like as I could sound, without stuttering.. "Good Evening". I spoke as smoothly as I could. The woman smiled before responding, in a bit of song. "Good Evening, to the one coming to sell me things...," I laughed at the concept of being caught. Unsure exactly what to say I simply responded with my usual lines. "Indeed, it's what I've been charged to do on this busy Friday, can I help you with anything tonight?". I asked calmly, laughing always seems to lighten a conversation up. "Wow, and I half-expected you to start yammering on about the various sales." "I thought about it, but considering you seem to expect it, thought I'd throw ya a curve ball." I grinned. Keeping eye contact with her. "Ooo a clever salesman...I'm in trouble now." She giggled lightly, a devious smile on her face. It's funny, if I didn't know better I'd think she was flirting with me I thought. Having not a lot of experience in the matter I decided to try and be professional as much as I can. "It's not enough to conquer, one must know how to seduce. Can be applied to the salesman as well, never realized it until now but..". I said, leaning against the comedy section. "Trying to seduce the poor customers are we?". Her eyes twinkling. I smiled again, thinking of something clever to say, the heat beginning to rise in my cheeks. Blood boiling from her perfume... "Yes Ma'am...I aim to please, well the managers at least." She stepped a touch closer, forcing me to look into her eyes, almost as if laying a trap for me within the pools of ocean that faced me. Finally she spoke, softly, a whisper only I could hear, despite the commotion of more than a dozen customers and the checkout people. "I'm looking for something...erotic...but intriguing...that would connect with my interests, instead of the common plots and stories of all these new movies." Her request puzzled me, but having to think on my feet I came up with a slightly, personal question but professional at the same time. "Well, what are your interests." I smiled, innocently. "Exhibitionism and voyeurism...." she grinned. Her teeth gleaming white . . . it was hypnotizing to look at her, and her every feature simply entranced me. It was arousing and scary at the same time. I lead her over to the drama section, where all of the soft porn resides, if that was what the lady wanted, then that is what the dedicated blockbuster employee must get! "Well the first I had in mind, was Voyeuristic Confessions, that I just recently watched, it crept upon my nature for one and gave me an insight to the rest of my brethren heh". She listened for a moment then looked up at me, stepping closer that I could almost hear her blood pumping inside her veins. Slowly she bent down to look at the box, I had to gulp upon seeing her ass, perfectly heart shaped . . . my mouth and a few people around were drooling at the sight of her. Exhibitionism indeed I thought to myself. She examined the box, reading the brief synopsis on its back before picking the tape in her hands, nails painted a soft crimson I noted. "It looks good, you said you saw it." She said smiling as she stood back up, to the tragedy of all those around her. "Yep just the other night I might add, I thought it was good, if a lil too examinationish...if I was asked those question to that level of professionalism..one could get overwhelmed". I laughed gently, imagining myself in the context of my explanation. "I like voyeurs..." she whispered, stepping closer, so close in fact I could feel her breath on my skin, I looked down into her eyes and found them slightly misty with arousal...I gulped again, realizing it was the hunter instinct I saw in her eyes. I was the prey! I gathered myself and forced my brain to function. "I do have another one, specifically on exhibitionists, if you'll follow me." I choked out. "Of course." She smiled and stepped behind me. The whole way over to the other side of the drama section I felt her eyes on me. Now I'm not wonderful physical specimen but I got the feeling she wasn't interested in just body type, now that would be a welcome change. As we approached I pointed to the movie I had in mind. "And have you seen this one, oh helpful salesman." "No, I havn't, but I've been wanting to, figure if they don't get rented so much, someone misaswell enjoy them, better than some porn movies I've seen...its what's been missing in porn..a good story. If productions would use stories and good actors...what an industry!"I smiled, yeah I like to rant sometimes. "Indeed." she smiled again and looked over the box. A grin held on her lips as she read, "a good idea indeed..." I stood near her, ready to answer anymore questions from other customers, but noone had approached me since I started helping this mystery woman that had sent me on this quest for voyeuristic and exhibitionist soft core porn. I laughed at the thought and wondered what the future may lead with this encounter. She finally set the cover box down and retrieved the vhs behind it. "Renting both tonight I see." I smiled warmly. "They both have applications to myself." She grinned seductively. My heart, like when she first ventured into my store, stopped and I had to shake my head to regain control. The creature in front of me stepped closer still. "And I see that you enjoy both as well." "That I do, one of my dark secrets I suppose." And it happened, I let loose one of my darkest lil secrets so casually. The panic of such an admission crept upon me but she only smiled. "I shall have to return...to find out how deep those passions flow...dear salesman.."On that note she simply smiled and walked out. I noticed she was at the register for some time, but by the time I looked back, after helping many more customers, she was gone. A void in my store and also a relief. This woman had truly challenged my stability. When I returned to the checkout for a drink, my manager, for the sake of fact I'll call Mike. He stepped aside me and spoke. "Dude I don't know what you said to that woman but you really sold it tonight, she bought a rewards and game freedom pass...and coke..told me to give you a pat on the back for being a good salesman...way to go!" he smiled his usual over blockbuster happiness smile and walked back to his register. I stood sipping my drink for a few minutes, thinking about this mystery woman who just earned me a sizable point stature on my night of active selling. I smiled and went on with my work. 11:30pm - almost the end of the night. The night of infamy had almost come to and end. The image of the mystery vixen had still not left my mind, even though she had left over four hours before. My blood still ran hot each time I thought about her. What an effect women have on us sometimes I laughed. "What's so funny." Mike asked. "Oh nothing, just thinking." " I know of what." He said smugly, with a familiar smile on his face. "Yeah well, what can ya do." I said, I shrugged my shoulders, replaying the entire scenario in my head. As I lowered my head again, in sheer boredom for the Friday nights, as they usually were at blockbuster, the door chimed. Letting Mike and I know another customer had entered the store. I looked up to greet the customer when I saw those eyes traveling the entrance of our store..her leather jacket was gone now. She only wore a black T-shirt, odd for almost freezing weather but whatever floats people's boats. Mike and I admired her on her way back into the movie facility. I stepped around the counter as she came to meet me. I thought to myself, wow finally I have a visitor! "Hello again." I smiled at her, as my eyes drifted over her body. A perfect contrast of dark features...I had to stop myself from drooling to much as she fit the example of perfection in my eyes. "Good Evening my handsome salesman." she sang back to me. "Anything more you need help with tonight?" I asked her, a warm smile on my lips. "Yes, in fact there is." She said simply. "Your wish is my command, m'lady." I smiled again. I must have looked like a fool but who cares...I was enjoying myself! She looked around and then slide back into the corner, where the camera couldn't reach, I looked at her with a very inquisitive gaze on my face. She smiled along with a giggle as beckoned me closer. I took the tentative steps to her. I closed the distance, so our faces were mere inches apart, the chance of getting caught high, mike watched the Direct Tv only ten feet away. My attention was drawn back to her as she whispered. "I want you to have something" she grinned and reached into the pocket in her jeans..slowly pulling out a packet of pictures. I flipped through them slowly, my eyes grew wide at the explicitly of them. They were of her, in various sexual acts with several men and women. One that I stared at was of her, with her lips wrapped around a large brownish cock...long and throbbing in her crimson lips, and a perfect shot of her backside, being pounded by a massive black dick. I felt my own cock throb and pulse in my pants, I looked up into her eyes and licked my lips...thinking only one thing I whispered... "How many?" it came within a groan and a growl...my eyes locked onto hers..begging for the answer, hoping she would take the cue of my deepest..darkest passions. "Twenty three men...and four women.." she grinned that victorious grin and slipped from my grasp...leaving the pictures in my shaking hands...watching her plump ass drift out of the store, only moments before Mike approached me saying.. "Quite a night eh, Eamon?" he asked. I looked at him, quickly sliding the pictures away. "Indeed...quite a night..." To be continued...