A golden necklace.

As you enter the shop, you become entrances with all the shiny glittering goods in the glass cabinet at the front of the shop. Even more than their glitter, you're looking at their price tags.

"Are you looking for something?" A klerk asks, walking in your direction.

"Uhhhh," is all you can manage, still stuck looking at all the price tags.

Your new friend steps in where you can't. "We're looking to get her something to wear to prom," he says. You catch his eyes and he gives you a wink.

"Of course! I have a wide variety of things perfect for the occasion!" He steps behind the counter and asks "were you looking for rings, earrings, necklaces...?" He lets the question hang in the air.

"N- necklaces!" you say, maybe a little too enthusiastically.

"Oh, I have a great selection of necklaces that would be beautiful with any prom dress," the klerk says, reaching into the cabinet and pulling out a small display with 20 or so necklaces in it.

The way the display is set up, you can't see the prices, and you don't know very much about jewelry. You make an educated guess about which might be the most expensive one and point at it.

"That one," you say, "it would be the, uhh, perfect necklace to finish my outfit."

"Amazing choice!" the klerk responds. "It's the last one I have in stock; very popular because it's so beautiful." He's pulled it from the display and is showing the pendant to you on his palm. "Would you like to try it on?"

You look at your companion, who nods his approval. You take the necklace delicately and try to open the clasp, but can't seem to manage it. After a few attempts, the friendly stranger says, "Here, let me."

He takes the necklace from you and quickly opens the clasp and draping the necklace around your neck.

"Do you like it?" the klerk asks. You nod enthusiastically.

Your new friend wraps his arm around you. You feel his hand fumbling a little as he says, "You look beautiful." No sooner as he had said the words, you feel his hand move one more time. You feel the all-too-familiar sensation deep inside of your womb. Instinctively your eyes go wide.

"I c- b- w-" you blather, unable to express yourself in this setting, and unable to think of any innuendo to express your thoughts.

"I think she likes it," your friend says, smiling broadly and turning to look at the clerk.

"It will make her date very happy." the klerk agreed. After a long pause, he says "There's only the matter of payment..."

You don't hear the rest of the conversation, you only hear your heartbeat drumming in your ears. Had you gone too far? Were you pregnant? You can't pull the dildo out right here in the shop. You had to wait. Wait, while his sperm might be busy working their way toward a waiting egg. An egg they would fertilize. You would be stuck.

"Ready to go?" your friend asks, snapping you out of your stupor.

"I, uhh, yeah," is all you can say. He takes you by the arm and leads you out of the shop. "We have to find a bathroom where I can take this out," you say quietly. He leads you to the closest one.

Once inside a stall, you waste no time. You stand over the toilet, removing the dildo from your folds with a pop, followed by another river of white goo. This had to be the fake cum again. You sat down on the toilet, relief washing over you again. You were playing with fire, but you'd somehow come out unscathed once again.

"I can't do this again," you tell yourself, but there's doubt behind the words. Could you really go back to not having the squirt dildo? For one it felt amazing to have it release its cargo inside you. For another, the thrill of it -- the danger -- was far too exciting to give up. Now that you've had a taste of it, you don't know if you can trust yourself not to play just one more time.

You clean yourself and the dildo up and put it in one of the jacket pockets. You leave the bathroom, thinking hard about whether you want to continue with this madness. As you leave the bathroom, you repeat in your head 'I have to leave, I have to leave' like it's a personal mantra.

You see the man and open your mouth to say the words you've been practicing, but he speaks before you can, once again.

"Need a new laptop?"