Candy Shop

"C'mon, bitch, in here," Monique said. Douglas was a half-step ahead of her, just as she preferred it. He was in his bondage gear tonight. They'd been down the street at their favorite club, Inferno, where Monique was the dominant and Douglas her submissive. They were a well-known couple in gay San Francisco. By day, Monique worked at Club Inferno as a Mistress and Douglas was a lawyer at a LGBT organization.

Monique was a harsh Mistress, and had broken her crop on her boy's ass. Douglas had a vivid red mark on his ass from the strike. So she'd marched him, in full view of the patrons and streetwalkers over to this quaint little sex shop.

"How can I help you?" the cashier asked. She had a pixie mop of gray hair.

"We need a new crop," Monique said gruffly. The cashier looked at Douglas's red ass.

"Oh, he must have been a bad boy," the cashier said. "Hey, aren't you Monique?"

"Yeah," Monique said.

"I'm Joanie, nice to meet you. I've been running this store forever," she said, smiling brightly.

"Well, nice to meet you too, Joanie. We might come back around," Monique said. "Douglas here goes through a lot of toys."

"Cool. Sometimes my husband Marco comes by too. He's retired now. We're part of the old guard, but now that our daughter is grown up and off at college, we love to have new friends."