0 comments/ 98139 views/ 5 favorites Toy Store By: Stump It was a slow morning; I was sitting behind the counter reading the latest issue of Daily Voyeur when you walked in. You were so sexy; it caught me by surprise to see such a classy lady walk in. I knew right then that I had to have you. I could feel my cock begin to stir as you swayed past the counter. You looked around at various items. I could tell you were nervous. Not wanting to run you off, I was content to sit and watch your beautiful body. You looked around for a bit and it was driving me mad. Watching the outline of your gorgeous ass as you bent over to look at the toys. I couldn't take it any longer; I just had to talk to you. I had to smell your perfume and hear your voice. As I approached you I could hear your breathing deepen. I knew you were worried about explaining what you were looking for. Good morning, I said as I approached you, drinking in your sexy shape and sweet smell. Your answer was tentative and quick. "Hello" I'm just looking. I offered to help, asking what type of item you wanted. You said that your boyfriend had been out of town and you were interested in a dildo but didn't see any you liked. You told me he wouldn't be gone much longer and you would just wait for the real thing. I suggest that you check out the sexy underwear as a surprise for him. You say that your not sure what size to get because the are cut different from regular panties. No problem, pick a few pair and you can go into the back room and try them on. You're not sure about this, but after some coaxing you agree. I take you to the room and turn on the light. In the corner of the room you see a king-size bed in the corner. Your heart jumps as your mind thinks of what I might be up to. Just as you begin to think the worse, I turn and leave the room, closing the door behind me. I race to the front door, flipping the closed sign and locking the door. Then I slip behind the counter and turn on the camera that is mounted in the corner of the storeroom. You are just starting to undress as I get comfortable. I can't take my eyes off of your hot round ass. You start to slide your tight jeans over your hips. You slip them down and then off, revealing just what I had suspected. Your ass was beautiful, so round and delicious. Your panties were the next to go I was drooling as they revealed your soft skin. My cock was rock hard and I couldn't wait on you to turn around so I could get a glimpse of your sweet pussy. You sat on the edge of the bed to put on the first pair. As you put them on, your legs parted revealing a beautifully trimmed pussy. I sat in awe as you tried pair after pair, trying to find just the right ones. You noticed the full length mirror and began to model them in it. I couldn't take another second of this teasing, my cock was hard and needed to feel your wet pussy wrapped around it. I knew that I would have to convince you that I wasn't up to something. I walked to the back of the store and knocked on the door and opened it. You jumped to cover yourself as I walked in. I asked if you had made a decision on which ones you wanted. You said they all felt so good and you wished you could buy them all. I said you could have them for free, plus anything else you wanted, if you would pose in them for me. You were very reluctant and declined my offer. You said that your boyfriend would be upset if he ever found out. That's when it hit me, the idea of all ideas. Why don't you model then and I will take some pictures of you, you can tell him you went to a studio with a woman photographer and made them for him. When you heard my suggestion, your eyes light up and your nipples began to stiffen with excitement. What if someone walks in, you ask. Don't worry, I said, I locked the store. After some thought you agree, but you are sure to tell me that it's only pictures and nothing else. I agree, knowing that once I have you on the bed you will be mine. As we begin our photo session, I suggest that you remove your top. I tell you that a real photographer would have you topless to showcase the panties. You agree and slowly remove your shirt. You are topless and I all but explode in my pants at the sight of your perfect tits and hard nipples. You climb on the bed and I start clicking away. After a few shots you agree to switch panties. Watching you so close is pure torture on me. I snap a few more of you in each pair. I suggest that we try some posed shots just for fun. Being comfortable with me and not suspecting a thing, you agree. I have you lie back on the bed. I reach above you and tie your hands to the headboard. When you realize how tight I have them tied, it's too late. You have been captured and there is nothing you can do about it. I lean forward and kiss you hard pushing my tongue past your lips. You struggle under me trying to get free. I kiss my way down your body to your nipples. I suck one then the other into my mouth running my tongue all over them. You are still struggling to get free and it excites me even more. I begin to bite and nibble your hard points as my fingers slide down your stomach. When they reach the top of your panties you begin to kick, trying to keep me from invading your hot pussy. They slip under the thin material and to my surprise, you are soaking wet. Your body has betrayed you as your sweet juices flow from between your clean shave lips and down the crack of your hot ass. I work my way down your body till I reach your panties. I pull at the thin strings in the side and tear them free. You begin to scream telling me to stop. I remind you where you are and leave the room. You can hear me in the store and you are wondering what I am doing as you struggle to get free. Then you hear me reenter the room. You cry out in agony as you see the collection of toys that I grabbed form the shelves. The first is a little red ball on a leather strap. Your eyes widen as you relax what I am about to do. I lean forward and order you to open your mouth. You refuse, clenching your mouth tightly shut. I climb on your stomach and bounce just enough to make you cough. When your lips open I shove the ball in deep tying it behind your head. Now that you are bound and gagged and there is no fear of being heard. I strip my clothes off. Your eyes widen as you see my cock hanging between my legs. It has gone limp but is still six inches long and wider than anything you have ever seen. . I grab first one leg then the other and tie them to the bedposts. Now you are lying spread eagle, your pussy is open and glistening wet. I can't resist; I have to taste you. I climb between your legs and run my tongue on your inner thighs. A moan escapes your lips as you start to relax and enjoy the touch of a man after so long. Knowing that you are totally submissive at this point, I take the ball from your mouth. You are moaning as my mouth gets closer and closer to your hard clit. Ever so slowly I run the tip of my tongue over your outer lips to your clit. You explode in a massive orgasm as you feel the heat of my mouth. Reaching behind me, I grab on of the dildos I had gotten earlier and run it up and down over your pussy. It is wet and glistening as I bring it to your lips and order you to lick it clean. You take it into your mouth as if it were the real thing. Seeing you suck it clean is too much for me and I know I have to feel myself deep inside you. I climb on top of you and rub my hard cock over your wetness. You gasp as I slip the head inside you. Your mouth releases the dildo and you ask me not to do this. You are not on the pill and don't want to get pregnant. I ignore you and plunge deep inside you. A shriek leaves your lips; I begin slow in and out movements. You can't take it anymore and your hips begin to thrust up to meet me as you feel another orgasm building inside you. Your pussy clenches me hard as you explode, your juices running out of you and all over my cock. I know I won't last much longer and after seeing your ass so many times I just have to have it. I reach down and untie your legs then remove your hands from the headboard. You know what I want and turn over without being told. I grab your beautiful ass in my hands as my sloppy wet cock pushes against your tight ass. You let out a squeal as you feel it invade your back door. You have never experienced this before and to your surprise you cum hard as you feel it deep inside you. I thrust hard and fast as I feel my balls tighten and gallons of cum pour deep inside you. As my cock slides out, you turn and kiss me, thanking me for the best experience of your life. I help you get cleaned up and dressed. Then I lead you back into the store and tell you that you can have anything you want on the house. You accept and take the dildo and all of the panties. I thank you for shopping and tell you to come again. You smile back at me and assure me that you will be back. Toy Store 69 (co-written with Rob99202) It had been a long, dry winter for Cindy and her toys now bored her. A visit to the adult toy store was in order. She wandered the aisles, seeing a toy here and there that looked interesting, but not quite the right item to tickle her fancy. "See anything that you like?" The voice from behind startled her. She turned to look into the most beautiful green eyes. "Well, not until just now," she said coyly. She could see that he blushed, a little surprising, considering the setting. "Well, um, we have some other items in the back that you can examine, perhaps you can find something there." She followed him to the back of the store through a set of curtains. She felt anticipation in her stomach, her pussy dampening, as she watched his tight arse bob in front of her. She was thinking how good it would feel to have his cock inside her and to dig her finger nails into his butt as he drove deeply inside her. He used a key to unlock a door and they passed through into a dimly lit room. She took in the view quickly, seeing an assortment of sex machines, a sex chair, and a hot tub. She looked up at him, ready to be swept into his arms, yet he only said to her, "Feel free to try anything that you like, for as long as you like, all of the items can be purchased here at the store." With that, he quickly disappeared. Cindy took in the whole room, looking from one device to the next. She settled on a machine that she had read about on the web. The reviews for the machine had been incredible and she had been tempted to make a purchase, yet she was reluctant because it was a lot of money. She imagined a lover watching her as she disrobed. His eyes upon her, taking in the shape and form of her figure. She imagined the bulge growing at the front of his pants. Cindy slipped her feet from her high heels, stepping down onto the carpet. She caressed her thigh, letting her soft fingers tease at the skin, while she slid her hand under her skirt and beneath the waistband of her panties. Then she slowly unbuttoned her blouse, exposing her small, firm, perky breasts to the cool air of the room. Her nipples stiffened both from the air and her touch. She dropped her blouse to the floor. She wiggled the waistband over her narrow hips, and let her skirt fall to the floor. She knew that her lover would be looking at her red bush, neatly trimmed and outlined by her long, slender legs. The thought of his gaze upon her body was enough to moisten her even further. The machine stood on the floor, with a dildo rising from the centre. Cindy straddled the machine and lowered her pussy over the dildo. The moisture that had formed between her legs and a little extra lubricant allowed her to slide easily down the dildo. Cindy touched the remote, and the dildo began to turn slowly inside her. Up another notch, and the speed increased and the tip began bending and gyrating. The rotating dildo massaged the inside of her pussy and the base of the machine vibrated on her clit, nearly sending her through the ceiling. She cranked it up even higher and centred the dildo's movements against the front of her vagina. Cindy clenched her legs tightly against the machine, her body quivering as the pressure built low in her stomach and spread until her entire body tingled. She cried out as she climaxed, moisture flowing from between her legs. Her body was wracked with wave after wave of orgasm, until she collapsed in a heap on the floor. Cindy wasn't aware of how long she lay there. Though her climax had been intense, the most intense that she had felt in years; she was not sated. Opening her eyes, her gaze alighted on the sex chair. She had read about them and seen pictures, but had never experienced one before. She walked over to the chair and slid into it. The chair left her in an odd, vulnerable position (legs apart and pelvis tipping forward), but she rather liked it. Cindy lay back in the sex chair and noticed a screen and a VCR before her. To her right was a selection of pornographic videos, vibrators, and dildos. She selected a video and popped it into the player. The opening credits showed a pair of younger, well-hung men, naked and facing the camera. She admired their young ample bodies, broad muscular shoulders, softer midsections, but most of all, the large appendage hanging between their legs. That would be a perfect treat to end her dry spell, she mused. The tape began and showed a woman laying in a chair exactly the same as the one in which Cindy is lying. A door opened and the two young men, one blonde and one dark haired, walk over to the woman. The blonde guy is tall and lean with a chiselled physique and a six-pack. The dark haired guy is tall but stocky, broad shouldered and muscular in a rounded shape. When he moves, his muscles ripple. The dark haired man has a large penis in girth rather than length. The blonde man has a long shaft hanging between his legs. The blonde guy stood at the woman's head and bent down to kiss her. Cradling the back of her head, he pulls her face to his, and kisses her sensuously. The dark haired guy starts kissing and licking the woman's feet. Cindy can imagine the cool traces from his tongue evaporating from her skin. She feels the moisture between her thighs begin to build again. She is surprised that a video can feel so real, then she realises that the sensation at her feet is not imagination; she is not watching a video, but rather closed circuit TV. She feels his hot breath on her neck. Her nipples stiffen beneath his strong fingers. His hands roam over her breasts. His kisses are warm and moist, his touch tender but firm. Her body quivers as the dark haired man's tongue closes in on her inner thighs. His hands move over her skin, exploring in their own right. Her lips quiver, anticipating his touch, his warm breath, and she feels his rough tongue sliding over her nether regions. She is restrained in the chair, a prisoner to the whims of the men. The blonde man teases her with his now erect penis. She turns her head when he presses it against her cheek, only to have him withdraw it at the last moment. The teasing made her yearn for more. She arched her back, offering her pussy to the moist tongue on her legs, but he seemed to move in slow motion, leaving her wanting his touch. Pleasure will soon be hers, but on their time not hers. She is a slave, a willing slave, but to their power she must surrender. Now she can feel a cock sliding up her leg, approaching her waiting pussy. The swollen head teases her pubic mound, rubbing pre-cum in her red bush, taunting her clit as it probes under the hood. Then slipping down between her lips. At the same time the other guy is circling her mouth with his shaft, probing in-between her lips. Cindy opens her mouth and feels the cock inching its way into the void. She circles the head with her tongue, tasting his juice before sucking him deep into her. With that, the dark-haired guy thrusts his prick between her fanny lips. Cindy gasps, and as she does the blonde guy pushes his cock to the back of her mouth. Both men thrust in and out of her simultaneously. It is not long before she bucks and shudders in orgasm. Cum is dripping from her mouth and seeping from her pussy as she sinks back in the chair exhausted. The men leave the room and she is once again alone. She looks around and decides that the hot tub will be refreshing. Cindy moves gingerly from the chair over to the tub. Sliding in, the warm water engulfs her, relaxing every muscle in her body. She leans back and lets her mind drift, with the vision of the two young studs with whom she had just been. Her trance is broken when she senses someone joining her in the hot tub. She opens her eyes and sees a voluptuous young blonde girl sinking under the water. "What is this, can they read my dreams here?" Cindy noticed her breasts first, as they float gently in the warm water. The girl slid over to her, gently brushing up against her skin. Their tits rub together, producing a tingling sensation in her pussy. Leaning over, the blonde whispered in Cindy's ear. Cindy blushed; it seemed as if the girl was reading her mind. Cindy complies anyway and plants her arse upon the edge of the pool. She spreads her legs and the blonde slid between them, nibbling and licking her inner thighs as she closed in on her fanny. She leaned back against the padded wall behind her, noticing the camera and monitor in front of her. On the monitor was the clerk that had led her into the room. He was on his back, legs spread, his large cock hard and protruding from the junction at his legs. He smiled at her when she looked into the camera and she knew that he was watching her. She felt an extra rush of excitement course through her body. The blonde's tongue was dancing around Cindy's lips, darting between them, and then circling the outside. Her hips moved in rhythm with the tongue as it explored her nether regions. The girl was expertly teasing her, coming ever so closely, and then moving away. Cindy could see the clerk stroking his large cock. Cindy leaned back, opening herself a little wider. Then she shut her eyes tightly and felt the blonde girl's tongue slice between her hot wet lips like a warm knife through butter. She became light headed as time after time the girl brought her to the edge, and held her there, for what seemed like an eternity. With each cycle, the sensations intensified, until the blonde brought her to a most incredible orgasm. Cindy laid back on the pool deck, her body shuddering, her legs and arms like jelly, her pussy still in spasms. Cindy was not sure whether the buxom girl had been sent for her pleasure or to please the voyeuristic clerk. He was left with his own cum running down his chest onto his belly, but he obviously had liked what he saw, judging by the huge smile on his face. The girl stroked Cindy's hair and cooed her as she regained her strength. Totally spent, she eventually rose and the blonde patted her dry with a towel. She kissed Cindy on the lips, pulling her close and squeezing her buttocks before disappearing. Cindy dressed and found her way out and smiled at the clerk as she was leaving. He stopped her and asked, "Would you like a memento of your visit?" while handing her video entitled 'Cindy and the boys with toys'. "Oh my, were you filming all the time?" Cindy blushed as she took the video. There was even a picture of her and the guys on the cover! Cindy left, feeling tired yet younger than she had for months. She had missed a few items in the demo and knew that she would have to return; and of course there was the clerk! Walking down the road, she smiled to herself as she noticed his business card protruding from the video box. On the back was a phone number written in pencil. Toy Store "I'm not going in there," Robby laughed, heroically, reeking from the mixture of beer and the cake girl's perfume. "Colleen would call off the wedding if she knew I'd been in a place like this." He tried to back away from the blackened door, but he encountered a mass of sweaty men behind him blocking withdrawal. "See boys," his best friend Mark, chided. "Collar already firm around his scrawny neck. What's next? No beer night? Laundry every Friday night like a good little houseboy? Maybe she'll even get him a uniform to perform for her in." Guffaws ensued with percussive slapping of Robby's back. "I'm not leashed, idiots," he scratched at his neck. "Oh, yeah," Mark snickered, "then go inside. We ain't telling her what our little virgin did tonight." Mark cued the laughing gallery with a crotch grab and woofing sound. "I'm not a virgin." "Then nothing to fear inside, Rob-baby. You've seen it all. Done it all. Bet you will be out in no time with a bored look on your face then. Rob-baby." "Don't call me that." "But you do what Colleen says when she calls you that." "Yeah, but she has a pussy and you don't." "He's got you there, Mark," Tony admitted, guzzling down the rest of this fifth beer. He tottered, stumbling into Robby who braced himself by using the door's sweat-etched knob. "Good one, Tony." Mark praised. More laughs or jeers. With the blood alcohol level, it was hard to discern the difference. "Please, Mark." Robby pleaded, sounding like he was back on the elementary school playground. "Poor little cry baby, Rob. Scared of a Toy Store." Mark suckled the end of his beer bottle. "Do you need more of mommy's milk to get your scared ass inside that door?" "You're an asshole. I've seen the people who come out of this store." "Rob, Rob, Rob," Mark recited, "if you ain't a virgin, then nothing to be scared of. Heck, you're wedding isn't for three days, so we have time to clean you up by then." Rob turned the doorknob, just to get away from the laughter. Why had he asked Mark to be best man? If Mark was going to act like this, there would be no alcohol at the wedding. He'd save Colleen's parents a mint on that alone with the amount his friends drank. Reminder past friends. After the wedding he was sending them friendship over cards, instead of thank you notes. Fluorescent lights met his unprotected stare. Whatever he had expected, dark moldy grime and grizzly screams, it wasn't Beethoven music and a man whose rolls of flesh bubbled under his shirt as he moved between the stainless steel shelves polishing. Jim Bob, as his mesh shirt proclaimed, tugged his chin-length beard and with feigned interest, eyed Robby with the precision of a body cavity search. "Don't tell me," he sounded bored, "bachelor party, bet, and blasted. The three B's that say you are too chicken shit to be any fun. If you throw up, you clean it up. Just washed the floors from the last moron, and I'm not into babysitting again. Should I get the bucket now, or can you hold your liquor until you leave?" "Not very friendly are you?" Robby let the alcohol go with whatever it wanted to say. "Show me the money, and I'll squeeze your ass for free, but no free boners. Money or get out of here and take your lewd friends with you. They're cutting down on the real business if they keep blocking my door." "How do you know they're blocking the door?" Jim Bob picked up an electric cattle prod and waved it in Robby's direction. "Okay, okay, okay. How much?" Robby yanked out the wad of bills Mark had stuffed down the front of his boxers. "If that wad is wet you pay double. Let me get the gloves." Putting down the prod, Jim Bob shuffled over to the counter and extracted a pair of Latex gloves from the freebie box by the register. "Hand it over," he said, putting out his hand for Robby's deposit. Robby put the crinkled mass into his rubber hand. "Humph, boner or wetting yourself tonight?" Jim Bob uncreased the limp bills. Before Robby could respond, he answered himself. "By the looks of you, you need to be diapered and spanked. Throw in a mercy fuck discount because I do have a modicum of pity for your ass, and that gives you a full peep show in your very own control room. Jim Bob pressed no-sale on the register and tossed the bills in need of laundering inside for later sanitation. "Control room?" Robby was back on the playground blubbering. Maybe the laughter outside wasn't so bad after all. "If there is a God, it hates me. Why else would I have to handhold your type every weekend?" He pulled back the black curtain behind the counter. "First door on the left." Robby shook his head 'no'. "Door's behind you. No refunds." Jim Bob nodded to his drinking buddies, but left the curtain pulled so Robby could stagger through. Hearing the door rattle, Robby squeezed between Jim Bob's stomach and the wall. The wall didn't give, but Jim Bob's stomach spread out around him in a mid-waist hug of physical suction. "Remember, you puke, you and your boyfriends get cleaning duty." Jim Bob's mint breath hissed on the back of his neck. Slipping the curtain shut, Jim Bob filled the exit with his behind. "Door on the left, numb nuts. Your money doesn't last all night and Sheila needs to go home to her kids." Robby felt his way in the semi-darkness, finding the first door on his left. A 'cleaned and ready' sign hung on the door handle. Pushing the unlatched door open, he found himself in a small room filled with a padded chair and table before a one-way mirror. "Showtime." Jim Bob's voice broke through on the hidden speakers embedded in the ceiling. "This is your orgy, God from on high. Sit your ass down in the chair. If you need tissues there is a box on the table. Robby sat down cautiously. "You photographing me?" "Hell no, you're way to boring for something like that. Blind as a bat to what goes on in your side." Robby could hear a click, and floodlights illuminated the other side of the mirror, offering up a wooden stage, backdrop dripping with bolts and metal rings. Jim Bob sat on a high metal chair with a microphone in his hand. Before him, a surgical table stood covered with different samples of toys sold outside. "Guy or gal?" Robby blinked. "You aren't the one with a gag, boy. Do you want to see nuts or a pussy? What makes that squeaky clean cock of yours grow?" "Girl. Pussy. I like pussy," Robby hoped. "Okay Sheila, your turn again tonight. Sorry, hon, but this one shouldn't take long. He's probably half jerked off in that seat of his already just at the thought of your luscious lips walking out here." Robby sat with his hands as far from his groin as was comfortable. He might be sitting in the chair, but that didn't mean Jim Bob could control his wand or make him come. Mark was probably related to the bastard on his father's inbreeding side. Heeled boots clicked onto the stage. Sheila placed herself spread eagle for Robby's viewing so he could catalog her features for later revival: black shiny boots with metal buckles rising to her knees; fishnet crotch-less pantyhose keeping her plump legs held back tightly; unclad pussy hanging out for airing; and black see-through material draped over bountiful breasts in a baby doll chemise that framed two belly piercings available for easy grabbing. She moved her legs together, collapsed her arms at her sides, and awaited the first command. "Let me give you a hint. You're the kind that doesn't want to hear a peep while you whack off in her body. I'd suggest a nice ball gag." Jim Bob lifted up a ball and collar contraption. Silence. "You do know how this works, right?" Jim Bob inquired. Silence. "Great. Seeing as the exit bell hasn't gone off, I know you're still in there. Probably breathing really hard right about now at the sight of pretty Sheila here. So I'll walk you through this in baby steps. This is a store. This is a toy store. This is your private play party. Call it premarital education if it makes you feel better. You choose the toys. We show you how they work. First one to come, wins. Not really, we run until either you scream for us to stop or your money runs out. Breathing really hard and mumbling 'stop' also works. Microphone in your cell is pretty good at picking up heavy breathing. Turns Sheila on. Doesn't it, girl?" Sheila nodded and sucked on her finger. Robby clenched his legs tight. Saying Colleen's name over and over in his head, he hoped the mantra would clear him of any sin. "How can she breathe in that gag?" "Good question. See this pretty pink ball, has holes in it." "But how can she tell you to stop?" Jim Bob shook his head in bewilderment. "Boy, you aren't paying for her to say 'no'. You're paying her for a dripping wet crotch. You're wasting precious time here. Do I have to come over to that room of yours and whip you into talking?" "No!" Robby grabbed his crotch. "Good, then start her purring. She's all yours tonight. What will you do with your party girl?" "Gag her," Rob blurted. Jim Bob scuttled off his chair, pink gag in hand. "Pink candy for the lovely lady. Now open wide for our boy's dick to suction out that mouth of yours." Sheila's mouth opened at Robby's whim. Curling out her tongue, she licked the ball, rolled it down her tongue, and sucked it into her mouth. "She must like you, boy. Look at how much you fill her mouth." Jim Bob strapped the collar around her black curls and latched it tight into her hair. "She's got you by the balls, boy. She is all yours. No one is going to hear a peep out of her until you've had your rocket go off. Robby's breath quickened and he loosed the belt around his waist. "Now speaking from personal experience, I'd suggest getting those hands of hers out of commission. Don't want her to scratch your pecker and she looks mighty nice with her arms behind her and those boobs hanging on for dear life." Jim Bob walked over to the table and held up handcuffs, wrist constraints, and thick rope. "Dealer's choice." "Tie her to the wall, arms above her head," Robby grunted. Undoing his pants, he wiggled his ass clear of them and his boxers. His dick naturally sought out his hand for one-on-one combat. "Well, I'll be. We have a director to our scene after all, Sheila. Sheila exposed her wrists, placing them together in front of her body. Jim Bob looped the white silk rope around her flesh, forming a natural hook in the middle. Taking hold of the bite, he led her face first up the stage steps and to the wall. He left her, face to the wall, and walked back to his table of fun and microphone. "Nice ass she has. Good, plump, meaty ass that you can really grab hold of. How do you want to do her? Face first, or from behind. With that gag in her mouth, she isn't going to stop your advances." "I want to see the ass." Robby was behind the chair now, grinding his hips in, and holding onto the chair's sides to keep it still. Jim Bob saluted him. "Is that a standing ass or kneeling ass? Do you want her hanging by her wrists, back curved so you can rake your nails down her back?" "Squat her." Robby leaned down into the chair, thrusting into the padded leather. Jim Bob nodded and strode back onto the stage. "Boy, wants to see your ass, Sheila. Ass it is." Sheila hung her head. "It will be over soon, girl. Can already hear the pants coming from back there. Raise your hands." Jim Bob hung the loop over a bolt at breast height, and tapped the steel toe of his boot into the back of her knees. "Boy wants to see you hung tonight. Kneel for your boy." Head sagging forward, she bent her knees and lowered herself to the floor. Rotating her head, she hung as flat to the wall as her breasts allowed. Jim Bob patted her on the shoulder, and whispered something in her ear then stepped back to the sterile metal table. "As you wanted her, boss. She's now wide open for your entry. You want her to come to your stallion, right? You want to seed her? Fill her up and top her off? She's hot that one. Want me to work her up nice and wet for you? There's this magic wand here. Can do magic down there. Make her squirm and buck into that wall. Make her stain it wet for you." Jim Bob held up an electrical toy for Robby to see. "Do her. Make her come." Robby tried to stab his cock through the leather, nearly falling over the top in his humping. "Oh, she won't have a choice with this against her pussy. No one holds out for more than a minute with this thing set to high." "Put it on high," Robby bellowed. Jim Bob strode wand first to his master's bidding. He plugged the device into the floor socket, and stroked the girl's hair. "Boy wants his magic wand in your pussy. He is driving on high tonight." Sheila clenched down on the gag and pushed her head against the wall. "Push her into the wall," Robby stuttered. Jim Bob placed his elbow into her shoulder blades, and turned on the wand. The reverberations shook down his arm. "Give it to her. Give it to her." Robby spasmed against the chair. "As you say, Sir." Jim Bob acquiesced and put the wand between her thighs, pressing up against her pussy. He held her firm against the wall as her body convulsed. "Don't you dare turn it off, I'm not done yet." Robby throttled the top of the chair with his hands and made the back take his full frontal weight. Jim Bob held fast, keeping her pinned to the wall as she swallowed her own screams and bruised her hips from bucking against the wood. Robby stood up and grabbing hold of his cock, jerked himself off the final distance to erupt in a white fountain that blurred Sheila's shivering body. "Please, Sir," Jim Bob shouted loud enough to be heard over the microphone, "Can I let up on her yet. You've made her come, master. She's all yours now." Robby looked out the whitened glass to watch Sheila writhe and try to desperately break away from Jim Bob's hold. "Yeah, I'm done. Let her go." Jim Bob flipped the switch on the wand, and let Sheila collapse from her wrists. Jim Bob walked back to the table, and hit a switch by his chair. The lights went out on their side, leaving Robby alone. "Shows over, boy. I'll trust you to show yourself out now while I clean up. Shawn is on the desk if you want to purchase any products on your way out to take home to that lovely wife-to-be of yours and give her a little one-on-one show and tell. Oh, and don't be a stranger if that wife of yours isn't as much fun as our little Sheila here. We'll give you frequent flier miles." Jim Bob flipped another switch and turned off the PA system. The show was over. Toy Store-ies 1: Nailed! Adventures in adult toy sales. The characters, situations and actions in this story are merely figments of an unusual imagination. So unusual, in fact, that the author doesn't actually exist. NC<18 -- No characters under the age of 18 are depicted in this story. This is a copyrighted original work of erotic fiction. All rights reserved. * "Old guy alert," Cindy said. Cindy and I have been working the Friday afternoon/evening shift at the adult toy store for a couple of months now and have become pretty good friends in that time. We're both in our early 20s. She's the blond, I'm the brunette. She was referring to an older guy who had been in every couple of weeks for a while. He looked to be about 40, with a little gray on the sides of his brownish hair. He had that look that said "military" but, from the length of his hair, he'd been out for a while. This time, though, he wasn't alone. Normally he came in, didn't say much, and wandered around the store looking at our stock. A couple of times we had asked if he was looking for anything specific and he always just said, "No, just looking." Nice voice, but nothing special. A couple of times he had made a purchase if something caught his eye. This time, though, he was with a woman. She was cute, with short auburn hair. It had been cold lately, so it was no surprise they were both wearing coats. It looked like he was sticking to his routine, just with two of them instead of by himself. Wandered around the store for a while, occasionally stopping and looking at this or that and talked quietly between themselves, holding hands like kids. After a bit, they came up to the counter with a tiny four-inch dildo that might have been three-fourths of an inch across and had a suction cup for a base. I asked if they wanted anything else and he just shook his head. I rang it up and he asked if we gave military discounts. I told him we did, but I'd have to see an ID. He pulled out what I recognized as a retired ID card (recognized it 'cuz my dad is retired too). I handed it back, then did a mental double-take. Wait, had that said what I thought it had? "Excuse me, sir," I said, "I just need to see your ID again." He handed it back and I checked for what I thought I had seen. Yep, that was the rank I thought I had seen. I flipped the card over and checked his date of birth and just about dropped it. I'd been off by my estimate of his age - by about a decade. He was actually just over 50. I was more impressed with how good of shape he was in to have made me think he was 40. I gave his ID card back, rang up the discount and told him how much. As I ran the credit card, I checked out the woman he was with out of the corner of my eyes. She looked like she might be in her late 30s, maybe 40, but she could also have been nearer to 50, too. As I finished ringing up the transaction, it suddenly occurred to me to think about what they had bought. It seemed a little small for a woman. Then, as I was putting it in a bag, the phrase "Perfect for pegging" with a graphic jumped out at me. All right! I thought. Old guy's gonna get his freak on!! He thanked me and they turned and started to walk out, still holding hands. Thinking to give him some encouragement I said, "You'll really like that one. It has one of the stronger suction bases we have." They took a few more steps and then he stopped, pulled lightly on her hand to get her to turn around, and they started back to the counter. Oh crap! I thought. I just embarrassed him and now he's changed his mind. I mentally started reviewing our policy about no returns or refunds. But I was also wondering whether I could get away with it since, since he hadn't actually left the store, I KNEW it hadn't been used - especially since it had been my ill-advised comment that seemed to have made him change his mind. They came back up to the counter and as I took a breath to apologize, he set the bag down, put his hands on the counter and leaned toward me a little bit. I thought he was going to try to intimidate me the way my dad had occasionally tried to do. To my surprise, he flashed a sly little grin and said, "Ooh, little girl. I'm afraid you've gotten the wrong idea of what I have planned for that little thing." Where had THAT voice come from? That was not the voice I had heard just a minute ago. This voice was deep and low, soft like silk but kind of rumbly like the purr of a big cat. "See, it's kind of hard to tell with that coat on, but my wife is a definite MILF. And when you've been married as long as we have, we've tried a few things to keep the marriage -- or at least the sex part of it -- fresh." "I've got some very specific plans for that particular toy," he said. "See, I've got this card table I inherited from a relative a while back. But it's not the folding kind that you see nowadays. This one is square. Solid wood. Felt top. The legs are a little inset from the corners, and at each corner is a space below the tabletop where the players could put their drinks to keep them off the top. "When we get home, I'm going send my sexy little MILF off to get undressed and clean up while I get some things together. "When she comes back in the room she'll be naked. I'll pat one of my thighs and she'll lift her knee and put her foot on my thigh. I'm going to reach up and run my hand up her calf and back down, then lift her foot and slip a terrycloth wristband over her foot and onto her ankle. Then I'm going to buckle a small dog collar around the wristband. "Once that one is done, I'm going to repeat that with her other foot. When she has wristbands and dog collars on her ankles, I'm going to reach out and gently take one of her hands in mine and repeat the same thing, first with one wrist, then the other." I realized I was standing there, frozen, but not in fear (definitely not in fear) but in suspense to see what he was going to say next. That voice had almost mesmerized me and I think my eyes may have come a little unfocused as I had started imagining the scene he was setting with his words. Somewhere along the line, Cindy had slowly drifted over to join me behind the corner. I glanced at her and realized she was staring at his wife. Her face had gone a deep shade of red and I thought, Holy crap! While what he's saying is sexy as hell, it must be more than a little embarrassing for him to be saying this right in front of her! I mean, come on... I sell sex toys, and of course I use them, and it stands to reason that people buy them to be used but I've never had someone tell me what they were going to do with them -- especially not like this!! "Once I have her wrists and ankles prepared," he continued, "I'm going to leave her standing there for a few minutes while I get the rest of the things together. I've got a real scratchy towel that I'm going to spread from the middle of the table to one corner. Then I've got a softer towel that I'm going to fold up so it's an inch or so wide and maybe a half-inch thick. I'm going to put it on the opposite corner of the table from the first one. "When I've finished that, I'm going to run a small piece of rope through the loops on both the collars on her wrists and then separate ones through the collars through the loops on each of her ankles. "I'm going to lead her over to the table and put her hands on one edge of it, then walk behind her and pull her hips back into mine until her torso is almost level with the table. "Then I'll tell her to close her eyes so she won't see what's happening next. From one of the spaces under the table I'm going to pull out an elastic strap that has Velcro on each end. I'm going to stretch it out between her breasts, then pull it tight around the base of one and fasten the Velcro on the outside of her breast. Then I'll move to the other side and do the same thing there." I was conscious that my breathing had sped up quite a bit and my nipples were hard as rocks and tingling as he talked -- almost like his voice was caressing them as he spoke. "At first, her breasts are going to feel a little numb, but then they are going to begin to throb and become more sensitive. I'm going to grab the ropes from her wrists and walk around to the far corner of the table. I'm going to slowly reel in that rope until she's pressing herself against the corner of the table. "I'm going to keep reeling in that rope until she is bent over the table and has to rock her hips and thighs to climb up onto the corner. The towel on that corner will now be pressing against her in a most intimate way, but she'll be able to hold herself up off it a little by standing on tiptoes. "That won't last long, though, because I'm going to come back around the table, pull the rope from her left ankle forward and over toward the far left table leg and tie it off. I'm going to stand up and walk behind and let my left hand drift slowly across her ass. Then I'm going to pull her right leg as far to the right and forward as possible and tie that rope off as well. Finally, I'm going to walk to the far corner of the table again and make sure that her arms are pulled just far enough forward so her nipples are just grazing the towel and tie that rope off as well. "While she's been bent over the table, she'll have become aware that I have left a rubber mallet on it just to the side of her head and a little in front of it, so she can't miss it and make her wonder what it's for. I'm going to bend over the table, whisper 'I love you' in her ear and kiss her, deeply and passionately for a bit. Then I'm going to slowly reach over and run my hand down the handle of the mallet, pick up it up and walk out of her line of vision. See, because that toy is so long and thin and the suction base is so big, it looks a little like a nail. And while we've had anal sex before, it occurred to me that she's never been NAILED in the ass before." At that, I looked over at his wife and realized she had her hands in her coat pockets and had begun to hunch her shoulders over. How embarrassing!! I thought I should stop this to save her further embarrassment, but felt powerless -- probably because I was almost completely enraptured by his story and wondering what was going to happen next. "I'm going to walk behind her and place the tip of that dildo at the entrance to her cunt." His wife twitched a little at that and let out a sob. I realized that was the first time he had used a word that I hated, but he used it in such a way that it felt like a term of endearment. I really felt bad for her, but either couldn't or didn't want to stop him at this point. "I'm going to take that mallet and lightly tap the base of that dildo, the way you tap a nail to set the tip before you begin pounding it in. I'm going to tap it a little at a time to get it set in, making sure to stop, 'straighten it out' and make sure it's going in straight before driving it right up her cunt, one light tap at a time. With each tap, her sensitive nipples are going to slide across that rough towel and her clit is going to be forced back and forth on that folded up towel between her legs. "Once it's been driven home, I'll give it a few more taps to 'make sure it's seated properly'. This dildo is narrow and short enough that it shouldn't reach anything delicate, and the base is big enough that it'll spread the force of any taps all around the edges of her pussy lips. Then I'll kneel behind her to inspect my work. She'll be able to feel my breath on her ass cheeks as I spread them both wide, then pull just one to the side, then the other, before saying, 'Damn!! That's not where that's supposed to be!'" I can now hear Cindy breathing hard right beside me and a quick glance at this man's wife shows she is even more hunched over and red in the face. Her eyes are shut tight like she's trying to make this all go away. As he's been speaking, the man has occasionally shifted his eyes from looking me squarely in the eyes to looking Cindy squarely in the eyes, slowly, back and forth, drawing us into his vision and his words. "I'll stand back up and move to one side of her and say 'That's going to have to come out of there,'. I'll reach down and slide one finger on either side of that dildo between her wet pussy lips and the base like a claw hammer. I'll put the back of my hand up against her asshole and then begin to 'pry' that dildo out of her cunt, slowly, but surely, with plenty of breaks to re-seat the claw. I don't really think it'll be that hard to pull it out, but then again it might be if she's clenched her tight little pussy down on it." Out of the corner of my eyes I saw his wife twitch again. How embarrassing, to be talked about like she wasn't even here! "Once I've got it pulled out, I'll 'realize' that I must have hit something inside because I'm pretty sure she'll be 'leaking' by this time. I'll mutter something about this, pat her on the ass and tell her I'll be right back, I need to find something to 'plug that hole'. I'll stand back and rummage around some things, then pick up one of the dildos that she likes to have used on her. "It's about six inches long and about an inch and a half across. It's got balls and a suction base on it, too. I'm willing to bet that as I stand there for a minute or two, she'll be rocking her hard little clit on that towel as best she can. "I'll let her do this for a minute or so, then say something to the effect of 'this'll have to do' and place the tip of that bigger dildo right at the opening of her cunt. I'll start driving that one up her cunt the same way as I did the little one. Light taps first, then stronger taps. I'll hold it in my fist so it only goes in a little at a time, resting the edge of my hand up against her asshole, and gradually removing one finger at a time from it until I've driven it completely home and the balls are slammed home right against the top of her pussy." Speaking of pussies, mine was soaked! Not sure if Cindy's was, and I didn't care. I noticed there was the definite smell of female sexual arousal in the air and hoped no one noticed. But then, Who CARES!! Keep talking!!! "Her nipples will have been scraping back and forth over the rough towel and her clit will have been grinding back and forth on the folded up one some more now, making them throb and even more sensitive. Once I've got that dildo slammed home into her, I'll say 'OK, now, where was I? Oh yeah.' I'll kneel behind her again and say something about 'making sure I have the right spot this time'. I'll reach out and brush some non-existent debris off her cute little asshole, then lean in and blow on it to make sure it's clean and easy to see. "I'll pick up that little dildo, put a dollop of lube on the tip and set it at the entrance to her asshole. I know that because she's horribly excited by now that her asshole will have relaxed a bit." Sob from wife. "Between that and the lube on that little prick, I know it'll probably slide right up her tight little ass, but that's not how she's going to get nailed. Just like I drove both dildos up her cunt before, I'll set the tip right there and tap it lightly. I'll hold it firmly with the side of my fingers against her 'taint' and tap the base of the dildo lightly. I'll let it be driven in a little at a time, making sure to straighten it out and wiggle it around to make sure it's going in straight. I'll slowly drive it all the way up her ass. Once it's in, I'm just going to keep tapping it with that rubber mallet so her nipples graze the rough towel and her clit rocks on the other one." Groan from wife. "Then I think I'll just stand there beside her and tap it rhythmically, letting the weight of the mallet slam into that dildo up her ass. Every once in a while I'll probably have to tap the base of the bigger one in her cunt to make sure it doesn't slip out. When I'm pretty sure she's close to cumming, I'm going to reach forward and under her and pinch one of her nipples HARD and tell her to come for me." At that his wife shot her hands out of her pockets to grab the edge of the counter and began to buck and jerk. Fuck!! I thought, That wasn't her being embarrassed! She fucking CAME just from him describing what he was going to do to her! Then it occurred to me that I wasn't too far off from that myself. "Well, ladies, you have a great weekend. We'll be off now," he said as he picked up the bag, put his arm around his wife, and led her shaking form out the door. Cindy and I both stared after him for several seconds. Then, almost as if we had planned it, we looked into each other's eyes. Seeing the same thing in hers that I know she could see in mine, we looked at the door again. We were probably both pretty sure no one had come in while he was talking, but how the fuck would we have known? We were both so involved in his story and his voice a herd of elephants could have in and we wouldn't have known it. I started scanning across the room to the right just as I was sure Cindy was scanning to the left to see if there were any other customers in the store. Not seeing anyone on my side of the store, I was turning my head back to tell Cindy I was going to take my break. Just as I took a breath to say that, I felt her hand on my shoulder, almost like she was caressing me. Then she shoved me hard enough to make me lose my balance. As I tried to regain my footing I heard her shout, "TAG, you're it!!" All I could do was stand there with my fists clenched and my eyes screwed tightly shut as I heard what I thought I was going to hear -- the fitting room door slam shut, the deadbolt *snick* home, her shoes hitting the inside of the door and her belt buckle jangling as she shimmied out of her clothes. I HATE that bitch!! Toy Store-ies 2: A Walk to Remember More adventures in adult toy sales The characters, situations and actions in this story are merely figments of an unusual imagination. So unusual, in fact, that the author doesn't actually exist. NC<18 -- No characters under the age of 18 are depicted in this story. This is a copyrighted original work of erotic fiction. All rights reserved. * A couple of weeks later Cindy and I were standing at the counter when I heard the door open and Cindy's hand flew over to my wrist and squeezed -- hard. My first thought was that we were going to be robbed or something since she didn't say anything. I kept my head down and reached for my cell phone, figuring I could dial 911 and then set it back down before I looked up so the operator could hear what was going on even if I couldn't talk to them. Before I could unlock it, though, I heard Cindy hiss, "It's THEM!" I looked up to see who she was talking about and dropped the phone. It was the man with the voice and his red-headed wife! It had warmed up some since their last visit and both were wearing jeans and polo shirts. Without the coats it was easy to see they were in better shape than some of the kids my age. He had a broad chest and shoulders, a flat stomach and a tight ass. She had what looked like either large C- or small D-cups set high on her chest, and her ass and legs looked pretty good in the jeans she was wearing. I wonder what's going to happen this time, I thought. Anything? Just as they did at the beginning of their last visit, they slowly wandered around the store talking quietly together. I don't know if Cindy thought about going over to them or not. I know I thought about it, but decided not to, 'cuz I didn't want to intrude on their time together. I also didn't want to wreck the mood in case he was in the mood to tell us another "bedtime" story. They browsed for a while, looking at all the various toys and things, then brought some things up to the counter. They set down two of the newer products we'd recently gotten in. Both were vibrating butt plugs, but rather than the normal ones where the batteries and controls in a separate controller, these ones had the batteries and had push-button controls built into the bottom of the plug itself. These particular butt plugs have built-in push-button controls and ten separate vibration variations. From the side they looked a little like anchors. One had a cone-shaped probe that was a little more than three inches tall and a little more than an inch across. The other one had a rounded tip, a narrow "waist", then it swelled out again until it was about an inch and a half across. The bases were the same size -- a little over three inches long and a little over an inch wide. OK, I thought. Is this his & hers? Working up smaller to bigger? Not going to ask. But DAMN! I want to so bad! We managed to make it through the transaction without any indication that anything had happened during their last visit, though I SO wanted to say something in hopes of bringing on another story, but no, we all pretty much acted as if nothing had happened on their last visit to the store. I was kind of disappointed at how quickly the sale had gone -- especially after what happened last time - but I couldn't for the life of me think of anything to say or do to spark any conversation. I was getting ready to put the two toys in a bag for them when he reached his hand in his pocket and took out four batteries, handed them to me and casually said, "Oh, could you put these batteries in those? And we won't need the bag. She'll be wearing them home." It took me a second or two to realize what he had said since I was busy getting the battery compartments open. Then it hit me. My first thought was that I'd done that or heard that at shoe stores, or maybe when someone bought new shoes or a jacket when they were out and hadn't thought it was going to be that cold, but butt plugs!? I looked blankly at him. He turned to his wife and said, "Tell the young ladies what we're going to do, hon." She looked at him, then at us with her eyes wide open and her mouth opening and closing, without a sound coming out. "Oh, that's right!" he said with a little chuckle and that same sly grin from that last time. "She has no idea what nefarious plans I have for her today. Can we use your fitting room for a few minutes?" "Ummm. What are you going to do?" I finally blurted out. He said, "I'm going to take this fine little MILF in that fitting room and skin those jeans down over that fine ass and thighs. Once her jeans are far enough down, I'm going to do the same thing with her damp little panties. Then, well, I'm going to 'break her down shotgun style' as we say and have her put her hands on the edge of that little bench in there. Once she's settled in position, I'm going to turn the little one of those butt plugs on and slowly slide it into her cunt to get it lubed up. Once it's all slippery, I'm going to pull it out and slide it right up her tight little ass. Then I'm going to do the same with the bigger one, but I'm going to leave it buzzing away in her pussy. Then I'm going to pull her panties and jeans back up, and we're going to walk out of here. There any problems with that? "Uh, yeah, uh, no, um, go ahead," I stammered. They disappeared into the fitting room and I heard her moan for several minutes. When they came out, he said, "I will take the receipt, though, so no one can say she shoplifted those -- though how she could have gotten them shoved up herself in those tight-ass jeans without you knowing about it I'm not sure. Hey, you girls wouldn't know off the top of your head if those will set off the security sensors at the super store up the road do you?" I wondered why he'd ask that about the store about a half mile up the road. Then it dawned on me. I heard Cindy gasp as it occurred to her at about the same time. Now it was our turn to stare with wide-open eyes and move our mouths with no sounds coming out. He was going to make her walk into and around that store with those two things buzzing in her pussy and ass!? I also wondered how he had made them fit. The bases must have been twisted slightly to allow them to fit side by side at an angle. How the heck is she going to sit down in their car with those things in? And is sitting down going to change the settings? They walked out holding hands and to our surprise they didn't stop at the car. Oh, crap. He's going to make her walk all the way there, too!! We watched as they walked across our parking lot and as far as we could see them. Every once in a while he would release her hand, reach either behind her or in front of her to change the settings, then re-grasp her hand. Besides holding hands, they were walking very closely together and leaning in to kiss and talk to each other as they walked. We lost sight of them and tried to concentrate on work. We had a few customers come in and got distracted from watching for them to come back to their car. Suddenly I heard "Fuck!!" from Cindy. Shocked since I thought there might be customers in the store, I looked over at her, then followed her gaze out the window. Now I have to tell you I know what it looks like before people get their "sea legs" on a cruise ship and I've heard the phrase "walking on rubbery legs" before, but I've never seen anything like this. She was still walking -- or at least trying to. He now had his arm around her, partially supporting her since as she walked, her knees would occasionally buckle. Cindy and I scanned the store and to our surprise (and pleasure) the store was empty. No customers. Yay!! They walked into our parking lot and up to their car. He leaned her up against the side of it and I could see her twitching and hunching her shoulders. Oooh. She's getting close!!, I thought. He opened her door for her and reached for her to guide her into her seat and I again wondered what was going to happen when she tried to sit down. I guessed I'd have to wait on that, though, because as he drew her toward him, she knocked his hand off the door. Uh oh, I thought. Turns out she didn't appreciate him having done that to her after all! Hope we don't have to call the police. Yeah. Umm. About that. I was wrong. She knocked his hand off the corner of the door alright. But then she slammed the door, grabbed him by the front of his shirt and dragged him to her. She leaned back against the side of the car and dragged him even closer. She then lifted her legs and wrapped them around his waist and dragged him into her like she was trying to absorb him. She rocked her shoulders and back a little as she scooted up to get the position she wanted, then reached up, wrapped her hands around his head and pulled him into a kiss. You know the movie with the line about the ten best kisses in history? Not sure if this would make that list, because I think that list was about "romantic" perfect kisses. There was "romance" in this kiss, but only a little. If there was a list of "most passionate" kisses of all time, this one would have been at the top. It seemed like she was trying to devour him!! Even from inside the store we could see her working her tongue, her head was switching from side to side and the whole time she was grinding her entire crotch against his. Screw calling the police, I thought. We're going to have to call the damn fire department!! I think either they're going to combust or light that car on fire. She continued to grind against him and kiss him until saw her bury her face in his neck and clench him like she was afraid she was going to explode. She gradually relaxed and got her feet back on the ground. They cuddled together for a bit and kissed -- tenderly now - while she rested against the car. Eventually he opened the door and she carefully climbed in and sat down. He leaned in and kissed once more, then closed the door. Then, instead of going around and getting in the car to drive home, he walked into the store. He stopped just inside the door caught my eyes and said, "Oh, just so you know, they don't set off any alarms at the super store." As he said that, he kind of flicked his eyes to the side of the store. Why would he do that? I thought. It looked like he was trying to signal me about something. But I know there's no one in the store except Cindy and me. He turned and started to leave, then turned back and met Cindy's eyes and said, "Oh, and in the jeans she's wearing? It turns out she figured out a way to change the vibration by getting the crotch seam to push the buttons when she squatted down." It occurred to me what he had been signaling about and I started to slowly back away from the counter. "She even figured out that by squatting to one side or the other she could change the settings on one or the other separately. What a sexy little minx! Well, have a great weekend!" And out he walked. As I continued to back away I saw Cindy scan from the door to her left just like she had done before. As she did, her arm came up like she was going to push me off balance again. When she didn't immediately feel my shoulder, she started moving her hand around, trying to find it. I waited until she turned to where she expected me to be, and when she realized I wasn't there, her head snapped around to where I really was. "TAG!" I shouted, "You're it, bitch!" And I slammed the fitting room door, *snicked* the deadbolt home, and yeah, I kicked my shoes off and dropped my jeans. Wait!! How did he know??