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But I did recognize what it sells. “You’re bringing me to buy lingerie?” George placed his mouth by my ear. “And the whole store is yours for one hour.” I raised an eyebrow. “You think one hour in a lingerie store is enough? Oh, baby. You have a lot to learn.” He pushed the door open and we stepped inside the empty store. One wall was covered in baby dolls and chemises, one with bras and panties, and another held a doorway to a section at the back labeled “18+ only.”

James found himself now searching the p**n site for an interesting video. He discovered one about a large-breasted realtor showing a client an expensive home. The scene didn't take long to get to the sex and now the couple in the video were fucking in the living room. It had been a while since James had masturbated, and he found himself rock hard in a matter of seconds.

She stared at me for a few moments. "Are you a cop?" "No, ma'am and having sex in a store isn't unlawful unless one of us receives money for it. My friend is an attorney. I will still be buying these clothes as I need maternity clothes and it's not a condition of this transaction." "Do you work for corporate security?"

Then, she dragged Laverna out of the shop. Carol’s mood was not affected by Lily’s words. After she left Central Trading, she drove to Tiny Blessings and asked Taylor to gather all the people from the marketing department so that they could have a meeting about how to set up more physical stores as well as talk about the problems they ran into at Central Trading. “As of current, the people in our country treat s*x toys like some sort of taboo, and they avoid them like the plague when they’re at public spaces like supermarkets. Since minors also frequent supermarkets, I think we should set up a separate section that sells s*x toys in our shop.”

"They sell butt plugs at the college bookstore?" She nodded. "Not the bookstore bookstore. It's this sex shop outside of town. They just named it that so when parents see their kid's credit card bills, they don't think twice about the expenditures. My girlfriend Donna works there. I must've driven by a hundred times on my way to work and never even wondered." "Clever, clever." How had I not heard of that? I suppose it had been a while since I'd had need of a sex shop. "So how did you know how big to go?" I asked curiously.

“I want to fuck you properly. Come with me.” She didn’t give me time to fix my clothes. She just yanked my dress down enough to cover my ass and dragged me through the party, her hand possessively on the back of my neck. A few people gave us curious looks, but Lena didn’t care. She led me down a narrow staircase to a dimly lit storage room at the back of the building — probably used for party supplies. The moment the door clicked shut behind us, she shoved me against a stack of boxes and ripped my dress completely off, leaving me in just my heels.

“My, My, relax smart pants. Why not come in so we can talk like grown adults?” I stared at him for a second longer, and he just motioned for me to come in. I walked in because I was stupid and because the way he looked at me made my pussy clench so hard I almost moaned. Plus, I didn't think it was a good idea to discuss such a topic out in the open. He shut the door. Locked it. The click echoed. Then he held up his phone. The video was already playing: me in my shower, back arched, fingers buried in my pussy, moaning Alex's name like a curse while I came.

I worked at the sex shop several weeks before I submitted to its temptations. Every night I went in after hours to clean and hoover. It made me very horny. My cunt would be tingling with excitement as I admired the whips, chains, handcuffs, dildos, vibrators and lubricants. The store was surprisingly spacious and it took a lot of effort to keep it looking perfect.

The storefront was unassuming, tinted windows, a simple sign glowing neon pink, but inside, it was a playground for the depraved. They entered, the bell tinkling softly. The air was warm, scented with leather and silicone, shelves lined with every conceivable toy: vibrators in every size, dildos veined and ridged, restraints from silk ties to steel cuffs, plugs that promised to stretch and fill. A clerk behind the counter nodded knowingly, averting her eyes from the two imposing men.

“Strip, Corporate Cum Queen. We’re upgrading the contract today.” My heart hammered as I peeled off my blouse and skirt, standing naked in front of them. Jax opened the box and pulled out the most insane BDSM contraption I’d ever seen: a full-body leather harness with silver rings, built-in nipple clamps connected by thin chains, a thick remote-controlled dildo with a bulbous base that locked inside me, electric stim pads for my clit and inner thighs, and a delicate silver shock collar that read “Property of Strategic Innovations” in tiny engraved letters.