"Just looking for now, thanks." You say and nicely as you can.
"Ugh. Just don't think you can loiter by the dirty magazines." The man grunts. "Find something to buy, will ya? Get a dildo or something."
You have a strong opinion about where this asshole can cram that dildo, but just smile sweetly and say "Sure." No need to piss off the management in case you ever want to come back here. If the store is a dive, then you can slam the fat bastard on your way out.
You head over to a rack of vibrators and begin to skim the boxes. You could use a new one, maybe something with some flair. Nothing to weird looking, just something a little more nifty than your silver bullet. You peruse through several boxes, reading the backs, when you hear a young male voice behind you.
"Excuse me. Can I help you find anything today?" You freeze in place. That voice sounds familiar. "We have a special on the Pink Pulsator vibrator set. Buy one get one free." You slowly look over your shoulder at the young man smiling at you. The smile falls off his face when he sees you. "J-Joy?"
"Trent?" You ask. "Trent Weaver?" Trent is a classmate that you have a couple of courses with. He's an amateur artist and spends most of his time doodling in class. The two of you chat before and after class, but don't see each other besides that. You've had the urge to ask him out several times, but never got up the courage. He didn't seem like much of a rebellious type at all, pretty straight-laced really, so seeing him here is a major suprise.
"What are you doing here?" He asks.
"Me?" You ask in suprise. "I'm...shopping." You look over at the deluxe model Double Penetrator in your hands and groan. Why couldn't you have been holding something normal? well, relatively normal, anyway.
"I...see..." Trent says slowly, stroking his goatee nervously. "The...uh...Deluxe model huh?"
"I was just looking!" You say, putting the box back. "Nevermind about me, anyway!What are you doing working here?"
"Ah, yeah. About that." Trent laughs nervously and scratches the back of his head. "I needed some extra money for college and this is the only place hiring."
"Do your parents know you work here?" You say, a grin forming on your face when you see Trent squirm uncomfortably. There's something satisfying to see the normally cool and collected guy get nervous.
"Well...kinda. And by kinda, I mean no." Trent looks at the ground. "They think I'm working some advertising internship. Doing designs and artwork. They'd kill me if they knew I working in a seedy sex shop." He looks back up at you with a pleading expression and runs his hand through his jet black hair. "Look, Joy, can you keep this a secret? You know how strictly Catholic my mom is. If word gets out that I'm working here, I won't see the outside of a church until I'm 35."
Your grin grows when you hear his plea. Trent's a friend, and you don't want to get him in trouble. Besides, this may be a good opportunity to get on his good side and maybe get him to warm up to you. On the other hand, this is prime blackmail material. You could have Trent in the palm of your hand and the thought excites you.
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