It was pretty clean, for a porn store.

The store was tidy and organized, with dildos, blow up dolls, and vibrators on the walls, shelves of porn lined up in the center, and a doorway with beads for a door in the back. The front counter was covered in advertisements for various escort services, and a skinny black haired chick with tons of piercings and tattoos sat leaned back in her chair, reading a magazine.

She didn't seem to notice me when I entered, despite the bell that rang when I opened the door. She was wearing a black sleeveless vest, displaying her tattooed arms, and beat up jeans.

I avoided the videos, ignoring such wonderful titles like 'Cum Sluts 9' and 'Anal Whores'. The selection of toys was great; big ones, small ones, vibrators of every color... I eyed one that stimulated both the pussy and the butt at the same time, but I quickly set it down again when I realized that the box was damp. I didn't really want to know why it was damp.

While I wiped my hands on my sweater, I turned towards the door as I heard it ring again. A really cute guy wearing a button up shirt and tie and some fancy slacks came in. He was way overdressed for an erotic boutique. He looked to be about 6 feet tall, with a dark goatee trimmed neatly. His skin was tanned but naturally, not spray-on orange.

The girl at the front nodded at him silently as he walked past. He went straight past the porn and went straight for the beads in the back.