AR Returns Ch45

The Free Gurls bar is busy and crowded. A new girl that Jess has never seen before is on the pole, and she seems to be a hit. Jess pushes her way through the excited women to the bar, where Stef is with Carla.

“Hey, baby,” Stef greets her, getting up and coming in for a kiss.

Jess dodges and pecks her cheek. “Bathroom,” she says, handing Stef her purse and bustling past to get behind the counter.

Safely in the hallway, Jess looks back to be sure she’s alone. She is. She has a key to the meeting room, which she uses, finding it smelling… like sex. That doesn’t mean that Stef was doing anything in there, but it still conjures that imagery. Jess shakes her head and stays on task. She goes to the door at the rear of the room, which she does not have a key for.

Fortunately, this is real life. Not a TV show. This is not a bank vault; it’s a door to a storeroom in a somewhat shitty little building on the outskirts of a thoroughly shitty little Florida town. Jess pulls out her debit card and uses it to fool the flimsy little twist lock in the handle.

She slips into the Free Gurls storage room, which is full of metal shelves loaded with boxes of merch.

Amazon doesn’t care about some local ordinances prohibiting sex toys, but that simple workaround doesn’t work since so many arriving parcels have been ‘accidentally’ opened at the post office, resulting in fines. The best and most private way to get a vibrator in this region is to come to the Free Gurls, and they do appear to have a good variety.

Jess chews her lip as she moves among the shelves. There’s a lot here, and some of it is enough to make her blush. Ellen could easily get a warrant and raid this building, but she won’t. Nobody actually cares about sex toys. Passing the law was the PR victory. Doing a big raid and capturing a metric ton of sex toys will only generate mocking headlines, which Ellen doesn’t want.

There are so many different kinds of lube. Water-based seems safe. Jess grabs a bottle of that. Nervously, she takes a box from a high shelf and licks her lips. It’s intimidating to look at: the pink box has three blue plugs on the front in ascending size order. It says it’s good for beginners. The box feels heavy. Are these pictures true to scale? Because if so, even the little one looks terrifying. She shifts nervously, suddenly very conscious of her lower half. Riley actually does this?

“Babe,” Stef says dryly.

Jess shrieks in surprise and turns around, fumbling with the lube and box of plugs. She manages not to drop them. Face burning, she looks at her wife.

“It’s not what it looks like,” she says.