Gun store next.

Strolling down the street on your sexy new heels you can't help but admire yourself whenever you pass anything even vaguely reflective. “How the fuck am I this hot?” You laugh quietly as you look over your long sexy legs in the mirrored lower door of the little shop called “Fashion Firearms.” As one might suspect the person behind the counter is a leggy blond easily 6' tall or more. She is wearing a pair of shiny silver bell bottom pants and matching top with a plunging neck to the navel showing off her shiny green gem capped stud. The back of the top is completely open with only the strap around the neck holding the top up. As you get closer you see her ears are gauged with half inch black disks and her left nostril is pierced with a diamond stud. She smiles with her glossy red lips that beg to be kissed as you come up to the counter. “Hi.” You say returning the smile.

“What can I help you with cutie.” She asks. Behind her on the wall are a row of rifles of all kinds and as you look at each of them your computer gives you a link to where you can look them up on the net. Looking down through the counter top you see the case is full of two shelves of pistols that vary in size from tiny pocket guns that would disappear in the palm of your hand to big hand cannons, the largest looking like a huge flintlock pistol, looking it up with your computer lets you know it is actually a single barrel 20mm grenade launcher. Every one of the guns is sort of ornate, stylish, or has some degree of bright colors. “See anything you like?”

Your eyes linger a while on the gap between her breasts, but the funny thing is the first thing that your mind thinks is, “I need to get some glitter lotion.” So strange. Blinking you turn your attention to the guns with reddening cheeks, “Yes, can I see that one.” You blurt out quickly and point at the first one that catches your eye.

“Nice choice.” She pulls it out and hands it to you. It seems heavy at first but the more you hold it the easier it is to aim and move around. There is a tiny prompt in your vision asking if you want to link the sight. “Those are new this year, I just picked up 4 at the trade show two days ago and have already moved one of them. Classy, matte black steel slide, dark green polymer frame, holds 15 rounds .357 sig, an old and unpopular round, but with my cool tungsten rounds it is an armor piercing, freak ripping, nightmare. One of my personal favorites. Sure it kicks a bit but you won't care with those muscles.” She reaches out and grabs and squeezes your biceps. Her hand lingers a bit before she finishes with, “What do you think? I think you should buy two, one for each sexy hip. I'll throw in a pair of holsters, any style you like. Only $2500 each, smart chipped and everything.” She looks you over a bit more, you are sure she wants you. Finally she says, “If you don't like those, I have another sexy pair of black all steel guns with cool pink polymer grips, same caliber, but a bit more compact. Only a 4.25” barrel and compact grip. Only holds 10 rounds, but... Here grip one, what do you think.” She hands you the gun and you are a little surprised that it is a little heavier even though it is much smaller. “These go for a bit more $3000 each, which is to be expected with an all metal gun.” You point it and look around the room for a few moments before she finally blurts out, “Oh come on already. I can't take much more of this. I have to fuck you. Now would you just buy at least $13000 worth of guns so I can lock the door and pound that ass of yours. I need to. I just need to.”

“I...” You stammer.