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 ï>¿No Returns by imjustastephÂ(C) I was embarrassed to even go into that
kind of shop, but a bet is a bet, so I opened the door and walked in.  The
girl at the counter smiled at me, and I blushed and looked down.  She was
extremely attractive: slender, with nicely-sized breasts and a sweet smile,
dark eyes and long, soft-looking dark hair.  She's the kind of girl I'd be
jealous of, if I wasn't too nervous.  Taking a deep breath, I approached
her and said, in a rush "Cudjoohemmepickavibrar?"

   "I'm....sorry?" she said, obviously confused.

   I tried again.  What was I thinking, agreeing to do this?  I forced
spaces between the words.  "Can.  You.  Help.  Me.  Pick...out
a...vibrator." The last word goes really quiet, and I hoped she wouldn't
make me repeat it.

   "A what, sugar?"

   Crap.

   "A, um, vibrator." This time the word sounded way too loud, and I
blushed and looked away.

   She came around the counter now, and lead me toward a curtained room. 
It was dark, but a light came on automatically as we entered.  The curtain
fell closed behind us.

   I glanced at the walls and saw that every inch is hung with dildos,
vibrators, and all sorts of shocking toys.  I'd never seen anything like
this.  I looked at the floor.

   The gorgeous girl slipped an arm around my waist, hand resting on my
hip. Yeah, it felt good.  I can admit it, it felt nice.

   "Look," she said, turning me toward her.  This motion made the arm that
was around me pull me close.  Our bodies are nearly touching, and I could
feel the heat from her.  I tried to look down, but she placed her other
hand under my chin and lifted it.  "I will have to get back to the desk
shortly.  If you want my help picking something, you're going to have to
look at things.  You came in here to buy something, right?"

   I tried to nod, but she was holding my chin.  "Yes," I whispered, "But
I've never...been in a place like this before.  Forgive me if I'm a little
shy."

   "Your boyfriend usually does this sort of shopping, huh?" she laughs,
but there's something in her eye.  It reminded me of when guys ask "your
boyfriend" questions to get you to say you don't have one so they can hit
on you.  Somehow it bothered me less from her.

   "I don't have a boyfriend," I told her, and I heard more words spill
from me.  "I never have, actually.  I've never been interested in a guy
yet. So my friend dared me to come in here and buy...a..vibrator.  She says
if I'm not going to date I need something to keep me satisfied.  And..um,
that I'd be in a better mood if I, you know, had...some..cock, even if it's
rubber." I could feel the heat radiating from my face, and knew I must be
bright red.  Why had I said so much?

   She laughed, and the motion brought her forward so that our bodies did
touch, from pelvis to chest, and I froze, stiff.  I didn't pull away.  I
couldn't.  I wished she's stop and go away, and I wished she'd stay here,
with her body pressed to mine, forever.  I wished...I wished I could think
clearly enough to have some idea what I wished.

   She stopped laughing, and she did pull away.  "I'm sorry," she said, and
she truly did sound contrite.  "I didn't mean to laugh at you.  I really
didn't.  It's just your friend thinking you need *cock* to improve your
mood.  I mean, yeah, an orgasm can heal your stress and improve the hell
out of your demeanor, but you hardly need *cock* for an orgasm.  I'll help
you pick out some good stuff, and I'll give you an employee discount, how's
that?"

   "Oh..okay." I managed, and she took my hand and began leading me around
the small room.

   A bell rang, and I realized someone had just come in the door.  "Oops,"
she said.  "Let me take care of this, and I'll be right back with you."

   She slipped through the curtain, and I could hear her talking to another
customer, greeting him- it was clearly a man- and telling him to look
around and to take his time.  I looked around, too.  She had deposited me
in front of a variety of dildos, despite her claim that this wasn't what I
needed, and I was surprised at the vast array of choices available.  The
one directly in front of me was glow-in-the-dark, and next to it was one
that looked like real flesh.  The one above seemed to have two heads, and
was curved in a sort of 'C' shape.  There was even a bright purple one.  I
took that down to look at it.

   Purple is my favorite color, okay?  That's all.

   From behind me, I heard "Nice choice." I spun in shock, but it was just
the girl from the counter.  Still, I blushed and quickly tried to return
the toy to the rack.  My fingers fumbled and it fell from my hands.  The
girl was at my side.

   "You're going to have to get over this shyness," she said, firmly but
gently.  "I'm Karen.  What's your name?"

   "I'm Steph."

   "There now.  Not strangers anymore.  You know, I know a way to get a
girl over a shy streak.  I've locked the front door behind that last
customer and put up the closed sign.  We have as long as we need." Karen
told me.

   Surprisingly, just exchanging names did make her seem less intimidating
and more like a friend.  As she slipped her arm around my waist again, I
asked, "What makes you say that one's a nice choice?  It actually seemed
pretty plain to me, compared to the others."

   "It's not strictly a dildo," she explained.  "It vibrates.  You should
get it, and also-" here she paused in her speech to stretch up and take
something from the top shelf- "one of these." Her hand slid down from my
hip.  If I hadn't known better, I'd've thought she was feeling me up...I
would've sworn her hand was on my butt.  But that didn't make sense at all.
Surely she was just being friendly.

   I took the package she offered.  It held a silver-colored, bullet-shaped
item, no longer than my thumb, and a tiny remote with a dial instead of a
button.  She reached past me to remove another item from another shelf, and
the back of her hand brushed my breast.  I told myself again that it was
pure accident though I realized there was no question that her other hand
was definitely on my ass now, slightly stroking.  Somehow I couldn't bring
myself to tell her to stop, nor to simply step away from her.

   This time she handed me a small bottle.  I barely had time to absorb the
word 'tingling' on the front before she was off to the opposite wall,
leaving me behind and feeling sorry to lose the contact.  There, she
gathered two pairs of fuzzy handcuffs, and two packages with things I
didn't recognize.

   "This should do it." she said.  "Let's go." I followed her toward the
curtain, and on out to the counter.

   "Now," she said, "because we cannot accept returns on these, we must
make sure they work before we can sell them.  I'm sure you won't mind..."

   Unsure what she meant, I nodded.

   With a box cutter, she slit open the package holding the purple dildo.
She pulled it from the plastic and held it up.  I knew I was blushing.  She
slid her hand along the length, giving a little twist at the end.  The head
popped off in her hand.  She produced two batteries from a box behind her,
and after inserting them, screwed the head back on and flipped the switch.
The thing began to buzz.

   "Looks like it works." I said, my mouth dry.

   She beckoned for me to come back behind the counter.  I obeyed, numbly.
She pulled me to her, pressing our bodies together again, hot and sweet. 
Her mouth found mine, and I felt a little moan escpae my lips as she parted
them with her tongue.  Her hand was at my throat, unbuttoning my shirt, and
then it was inside my shirt, squeezing, massaging, rolling a nipple between
her thumb and finger.  I had no idea what I was doing, but my body was
responding.  My back arched to press my more tightly against her, and my
hands stroked her back and that perfect tight butt in the jeans I could
only dream of squeezing into.

   She toka step away from me and pointed at my jeans.  I knew what she
wanted, and for some reason, I obeyed, my fingers going straight to the
zipper.  It was beyond my control to stop.

   The jeans were tight and I had to bend over and push them down.  When I
did, I felt her run the tip of the toy along the crack of my ass and I
thought I'd die right there.  She laughed at how I jumped, and I suddenly
became aware that the store had big open front windows and anyone outside
could see in.

   I tried to say something but somehow instead it came out as, "What if
someone COMES in?" and she laughed and said she didn't mind if they did.  I
vaguely realized that from what she'd said earlier, her response should've
been more along the lines of "They can't.  I locked the door, remember?",
but I couldn't manage to say anything.

   "I told you, I know how to fix a shy streak," she whispered in my ear,
and then her mouth took mine again, her fully clothed body blocking my
mostly nude one from view of anyone outside the window.

   She pressed me against the counter, and the toy was in her hand.  "So,
shy girl," she whispered, "Why aren't you wearing panties?"

   "I..they show, under these jeans.  Even the tiniest thong makes a line,
they're so tight.  I almost think I couldn't fasten them if I wasn't
shaved."

   "Trust me, I noticed the shave." she said.  "Is it as smooth as it
looks?"

   Without waiting for an answer, she stroked one hand across my hairless
mound.  My eyes closed, and I could not stop the soft sound of pleasure
that escaped my lips.  I felt something press against my mound, parting the
lips there and stroking gently, and opening my eyes I saw that it was the
purple toy.  She slid her thumb across the switch, turning on the motor and
causing the play cock to start its vibration.

   She stroked it along my slit, now dripping wet.  I glanced up and saw a
man walking past the window.  Unfortunately, at that same moment, he saw
me. He turned and stared in shock.  Karen had stepped off to one side of
me, and her body was no longer blocking mine.  He could see every inch of
my exposed body.  My jeans in a pile on the floor by my feet, my shirt open
and hanging from my shoulders.  My nipples, exposed and hard in the cool
air, and my puss, without even a hair to hide it, being pressured open by
the vibe, surely giving him glimpses of the pink flesh inside.

   "Karen!" I gasped, and she followed my gaze.  Spotting the man, she
smiled sweetly and waved to him, pointing toward the door.  "Don't invite
him in!" I cried, but she returned her fully attention to me now, and with
her kissing me, tweaking my nipples with one hand, and teasing my begging
pussy with the vibrator in the other, I hadn't the ability to protest
further.

   The door opened and the man entered, two others behind him.  I could
only assume they'd been with him, perhaps intending to wait in the parking
lot, and when his attention had been diverted from whatever building he'd
intended to enter to this one, he'd called them to join.  The three stood
just inside the door and watched Karen tease me with the toy, withdrawing
it as I arched my hips for it, so that it always just barely touched me.

   After an enternity, she stopped and stepped away from me, leaving me
gasping, unsure whether to put my clothes on and run, or to beg her not to
stop.  She didn't leave me to make the decision, though.  She took her box
cutter and began to open the package with the silver bullet-shaped item in
it.  She wuickly opped a battery in, and pressed me back onto a wooden
stool against the wall.  Her skilled hands went back to work.  She began to
fuck me with the purple vibe, moving it in and out of me, giving me only
about an inch of it, and with the smaller vibe she began to circle my clit,
coming near but not quite touching.

   "Please..." I moaned.

   "Oh...you want...more?" she asked.

   "Yes..no...yes, yes I do!" I cried out.

   "But there are men watching!  I thought you were shy.  I thought you wer
the kind of girl who'd beg to be allowed to dress and leave now.  Do you
really want me to stroke this little vibe across your clit and make you
jump and moan for these men to watch?  Do you really want every inch of
this big purple cock in your hot wet little pussy, for them to see how you
like it and hear how wet and gooey you are?  That's what you want?"

   "Yes, yes." I moaned.  "Please, I have to have it."

   "Then you'll have to say it." she teased.  "Tell the men you want them
to watch you cum, and tell them what you want me to do to you."

   I looked at the men, and I knew I had no choice.  "I want you guys to
watch me cum.  I'm so horny.  I want her to fuck me with this dildo, slam
it to me, and I want her to stroke my swollen, hot clit with that little
silver thing, and I want to cum right here in front of you all."

   I wasn't clear on the exact words, but I can tell you that their
responses were in approval of this plan of action.

   Karen began to slowly slide the whole didlo into me.  I arched my back
to take it more quickly.  I needed it now.  I couldn't wait.  Compliantly,
she began to move it faster, harder.  Her other hand was skillful with the
little silver vibe, bringing me right to the edge pof orgasm, then pulling
it away for the fraction of a second I needed to back down, building up to
an ever-greater high.

   You know how hard it is to pat your head and rub your stomach at the
same time?  I assure you, Karen would be able to do it.

   "Now?" she whispered.

   "Now." I affirmed, and she moved harder, faster, as I slipped over the
edge, into what must've been a record-breaking orgasm.  I shuddered and
shook, crying out and bucking, and I could not believe how hot this was, a
woman I'd met only minutes ago making me cum in front of strangers.  When
the spasms subsided, I sank back onto the stool, unable to recover any
modesty to stand and cover myself.  By the time I recovered and stood,
Karen was selling similar dildos and vibes to each of the men, and offering
instructions on how to enjoy them as much with their wives or girlfriends
as she and I just had.  As they left, she came over to me and took me in
her arms, kissing me passionately.
   Nothing could ever be the same.