The Gift Shop by Karen Blayne

Oh by the way red tape first.

Be warned these short stories contain mature content or naughty bits and as such may corrupt you if you’re under 12, 16, 18, 21 or 25 depending where you live thus they are not suitable for you so put them back on the shelf and let them age for a year or two.

They were sort of scribbled for fun. They were first posted on asstr.org. If you’ve paid money for this book just be aware the author has not received any payment. In fact no one has permission to charge money for this book and copyright is retained by the author. Asstr.org accepts donations if you’re feeling rich or even if you’re not.

Luv Karen

Tuesday morning, God it was dead. The target audience for the gift shop was at school or working and all that was around were the Mall Walkers. Some looked like Zombies as they shuffled along with their Zimmer frames. She’d seen those same two walking past the store seven times, what a life. She was never going to grow old.

A customer, she checked the calendar, yep Tuesday morning still. She watched him look through the tee shirts, starting with the mildly offensive then working through the darn right rude before turning round to the bachelorette party badges. He glanced left, into the slut party girl lingerie, corsets, fishnets, short pleated skirts not one over eight inches from top to bottom, indecent teddies, and knickers with slogans. He seemed captivated by the light show being played out on the floor. Perhaps she could interest him in an inflatable walking frame? At the very least a rude messaged mug. His wallet wasn’t going to escape that was certain.

She hefted her boobs, then tugged her neckline down to show herself to best advantage then stepped out from behind the till. She slipped into patter mode. “How are you today?” He looked at her as if weighing her up before he spoke. “Alive?” Well it was a response, not quite the scripted response but never mind now all she had to do was keep the conversation going. “That’s good, now all our posters are 50% off today.” “And I bet they were all 50% off yesterday as well?” She found herself blushing, she wasn’t sure if it was the male attention or the sound of his voice or even perhaps the fact that the posters had been 50% off ever since she’d started. Still her last shop had had a closing down sale on for five years before reopening under new management the customers had to expect some poetic license. She gave him a hard stare, “Well they might not be tomorrow.” Well with their mid fall sale they would be 60% off but let’s not let that slip. “Have you seen anything you fancy?” There a nice ambiguous double entendre, it was practically the only one she knew and she’d been practising saying it in front of the mirror.

“Before I came in the store or after?” She fluttered her eye lashes, on sale at 30% off last week. “I’m trying to find your hot button to make a sale.” She stepped in closer, put her hand on his arm and sounded just slightly exasperated, “Find your fantasy. Is it an inflatable love doll, with three usable holes? Or an inflatable guy with an eight inch hard cock? We have 31 different vibrators on the wall and a selection of sleeves for guys as well.” “So the store specialises in fantasies then?” “Well that and party gear is the general idea, posters of pop singers, outrageous mugs, outrageous costumes. French maids, harem girl outfits, five different school girl outfits none of which any self respecting school would permit to be seen on the premises. We have a really good selection of vibrating cock rings.” He looked blankly at her “You put them on the base of your cock and the vibrations help your partner’s enjoyment, you should try one.” “You mean my partner should?” This one was tricky, the look he was giving her felt mildly dangerous and she felt herself warm up inside. She idly wondered if she could bottle the look and sell it.

She was getting some of his body language but had this feeling she was giving more away than she was reading. “Interesting, perhaps we should explore your fantasies as well as exposing mine.” She felt her nipples harden, “With those hot buttons some sort of dress that would attract my attention?” He glanced down at her breasts and she stepped back “But the biggest fantasy of all would be to be able to pay off your maxed credit card.” She gasped unable to deny it. He guessed her wage at 35 cents an hour more than she made then offered her three times the amount for a year. “Cash of course.” Her imagination went into overdrive and she had to be firm with herself to bring it back to earth. “But I’d have to declare it since I pay my rent from the bank account.” “I have a spare room, of course there‘d be a dress code, everything from the store and you could demonstrate all 31 flavours for me.” Heck some of those vibrators had remote controls, could a male ever give up the remote control? She felt her insides melt and she gripped the counter top to stop herself falling over.

“Perhaps we could do without the high heels.” She glanced at the five inch stilettos that would cripple anyone wearing them for more than ten minutes. Ten minutes of total attention though and if you worked it right you could bed someone in ten minutes. A sensitive male and her credit cards where just at the point where she could only afford the minimum payments these days. “Although to get my total attention the French lingerie store down the mall has some interesting underwear, something skimpy to display your nipples to best advantage?” She felt her toes curl, she’d looked through their racks, simply to see what the competition offered and fallen in love with the delicate fabrics. Classy that’s what they were as opposed to brassy in the gift shop. She liked the idea of total attention.

He turned as if to leave. “No wait you can’t go yet.” He raised an eyebrow. “Please you can’t leave me in this state kiss me, touch me.” She whispered ashamed she’d come to this, to pleading with him. “In public.” She tugged him behind the column to the till, “It’s Tuesday morning, you’re the first customer ever on a Tuesday morning.” “Ah naughty adult books, you want me to read them aloud to you, which one interests you most?” She stood on her toes and raised her lips to his, wanting his kiss and hoping it would ignite her. She guided his hand under her skirt then wrapped her arms around his neck and gave herself over to the sensations as his fingers caressed her crotch and took her over the top.

She held onto him afterwards. “I could start on Monday and we could try out a vibrating cock ring.”