Called to an adult store

About an hour into my quiet evening, I was interrupted from my lazing around my apartment by a phone call. My phone had been particularly busy tonight, and I had all but given up on getting annoyed at the melodic ring tone that assaulted my peace of mind. However, tried as I might, I never found the will to turn it off, as if I was anticipating something from it on a constant basis. Not question the strangely odd circumstances, I answered without looking at the phone number. All I heard was a gruff male voice on the other side of the line that spoke immediately:

"Go to the 1 Stop Pleasure Shop on South West 8th Street. Look good and wear your best skimpy lingerie under some decent clothes. Come incognito."

Before I could say a word, the unknown caller hung up, leaving me stunned and incredulous. Instead of freaking out like I should, I was compelled to head over to my wardrobe, disrobe myself and put on an expensive black bra, panties and garter belt. I also picked out a coat that covered my entire body, did my hair and slipped on a matching pair of black heels. Unquestioning to my sudden compliance to the especially dangerous instruction, I felt as if I was being drawn to fulfill it to the best of my ability, as if I had some insane idea to go to an adult store at 12 am in the morning dressed in minimal clothing beneath a thick layer of fabric. Nonchalantly picking up my keys, I left my apartment for 8th street. Upon arriving there, I parked my car and stepped out into the mostly empty night. It was a somewhat old looking building, with the store marked with three prominent red X's. Particularly low budget in its construction and devoid of any people around the single storey stores in the immediate area. The street seemed well traveled but the overall feel of the vicinity seemed seedy. Regardless of a growing sense of fear, I entered the 24 hour store.

Inside was what one would find in a low class den of debauched devices, videos and clothing, the typical collection of sex toys and other adult objects designed to please the senses. It was not often do I go into these kinds of stores, and I always find myself in the 'safer' ones where I could shop in peace for those secret things that kept me from those long lonely nights. I came face to face with a portly Latino man at the counter, who looked me up and down in silence, his expression bored and solemn. Now that I was there, I had no idea what to do, and the uneasiness was making me squirm.

"Show me the goods."

The sudden command from the man made me jump to attention, lifting open my coat to flash him my slender, lingeried body without shame. He took a while to look me over, before suddenly reaching over the counter to cup one of my boobs. I jolted from a sensation that sent lightning bolts down my spine, finding myself mewling in surprise. However, I kept still as he kneaded and groped, as if inspecting my size and reaction. After about a minute, he retracted and pulled out a smartphone, tapping away at it. He appears to be sending a message. My mind was racing. I had no idea why I was suddenly feeling so excited.