Sex Shop

You know what you're about. As you drive, your mouth involuntarily turns up. You know that you're up to no good and it excites you. A tingle emanating from your nethers courses up your body, causing you to shiver. You know this is going to be a good night, but first, you need the right outfit.

As you pull into the sex shop, the more modest part of you is glad it's early and there's only a few cars in the parking lot. You're still in your throw-around clothes, but the last thing you need is for a bunch of pervy, over-horny men to ruin the mood.

As you walk in, you notice the two clerks at the front. One is an older man, 50s, a bit beefy but tatted up--you can tell because the bald, bearded man is wearing only black jeans and a leather vest. Aside from his face, there's very little of his body that isn't inked.

Next to him is a younger woman, easily in her 20s. Beneath her frizzy jet black hair is an unamused face framed by Buddy Holly glasses. She looks like she's seen it all and done it all. Her tank top and leggings are unassuming despite barely hiding her C-cup tits and plump ass.

You hand the woman your ID and she glances at it, wordlessly nodding at you before handing it back to you. As you walk into the store, you notice a few errant men browsing the aisles of porn. You're so excited you wonder what the prospective patrons would do to suddenly turn their desires into realities. They're not even your type, but something about that turns you on.

But you should stay focused. You're here for a sexy costume.

Even so, you can't help but be distracted. You see the outfits on the far wall, but you have to wade through a small army of sex toys to get there. And you can't help but look back at the sex shop clerks working the desk.

Can you stay focused long enough to get what you came for?