A Visit To an Adult Store

He was not only ugly, but rude.

"We're closing," he said condescendingly, barely looking up from his magazine. I didn't say anything for a few moments, and he finally looked down at me. He hesitated a second, then resignedly said, "We're closing. Come back tomorrow."

The store closed at 11 p.m.? I was really disappointed. I don't know why I did it. I think on my first night away from home, while I had my room all to myself before my college roomate arrived, I really wanted to play with a dildo, and I since I was new in town, I didn't know anywhere else I could find one at that time of night.

"You know," I said while I eased out of my raincoat and looked up at him with my most-innocent, blue-eyed expression, "I've never been in a bookstore like this after it closed."

I removed my cap, shook my head, and my thick, straight blond hair cascaded around my bare arms.

I definitely had his attention now. His dark eyes drank me in. "There's so much to see," I said as alluringly as I could. "There's something I really want to buy -- a dildo? -- and I thought maybe you could show me around and help me find it and maybe some other stuff."

Oh my goodness, I was flirting! With a man. With a man I didn't find even remotely attractive. Just to get a dildo. I was thinking maybe I should just leave when he stood up and walked around to the door. His bearded, pock-marked face was expressionless. He was a giant, at least 6-foot-5, perhaps 6-6, and must have weighed about 270 pounds. I only weighed 133. He wore his pants belt under his belly, which jiggled under his checkered short-sleeved shirt with the shirttails out.

I had my back to him, but I could hear his key turn the deadbolt lock and turned my head to see him flick off all but two dim lights in the store, giving the place an eerie effect.

I was scared. Really not knowing what I might be getting myself into, but I figured that even if he tried anything, I could probably discourage him enough so I could just buy my dildo and leave.