He didn’t

“Well, well… how ya doing?” Jeb grins as he enters the store, his clothes wet from the rain, which has dropped off a bit and isn’t pouring down as much as it did only a few minutes earlier.

“Hey,” you smirk and turn, walking towards the counter, “Came here for your usual fix of filth? … or you got it already?” you ask as you reach the counter and turn towards him, nodding at the sweat spots on the glass where Scarlett rubbed onto it.

“Ha, yeah… I was hoping to catch ya before closing time…” he grins as he quickly view the glass before joining you at the counter, “Had I known you do this after hours I would have come in late more often!” he laugh and slaps you on the shoulder, laughing.

“Yeah… well, the glamorous life of a smut dealer, you known!” you grin, the irony and disappointment mix as you can’t help to wish your writing career had taken off when you came to town. As you reach under the counter for the package you’ve prepared (a sample of some of the newest, nastiest films that have come in since the trucker’s last visit) you can’t help but smile, you’ve just had one of the sexiest stars around at your whim and trust into the shop window… ‘Did Jeb recognize her?’ you think as the fresh memory flashes through your head, ‘He hasn’t mentioned…’

“She’s your girlfriend?” he ask as you places the bag on the counter, “… or A girlfriend?” he laugh, placing the bundle of cash on the counter (you’ve got a deal, same price each month… he came in so often that this was eventually put in effect, though he still comes in and looks around once in a while).

‘That settles that’, you think as you consider whether to tell him you just nailed someone famous or try to keep Scarlett’s identity from him…

“Just a friend…” you reply, “… she’s toying a bit with the idea of public sex, so…” you smirk and Jeb laughs in respond.

“Oh yeah? Well I could stick around if you need an audience?” he asks, raising his eyebrows a little.

“Yeah?” you reply, making it seem as if you’re thinking about it. Which you are, but you all but decided not to push the starlet much further at the moment… but looking at her shirt lying at one side of the counter and her bra on the floor of the store you do plan to spend more time with her tonight (at least!). “Nah… I think she’s still a bit too shy, but I’ll keep you in mind bro!” you smile and shake hands with him.

“Cool... but at least send me some pictures, okay?” he grunt as you walk him to the door, “If she likes public sex, she must get turned on by performing for a camera, right?”

“Maybe…” you grin, almost laughing out loud… ‘He really doesn’t watch mainstream movies…’ you conclude as you send the pervert on his way and closes up the shop again.

Quickly cleaning up the storefront you pick up Scarlett’s discarded clothing, the bra and panties ruined, and goes to find her, finding the bathroom closed you smirk at thought of her cleaning your cum off her back. You knock and calls for her, “Open up babe, your audience has left the building!”

It takes a short while, as if she’s considering her options, before the lock is unhooked and the door is opened. Your mouth agape as your head drops a little, your eyes fixed on those magnificent naked breasts inches in front of you.

“Uhm, hi…” she whispers, covering herself with her hands, embarrassed and now very aware of her topless state, standing in the toilet of a porn store in only her jeans.