She decides to check out a sex shop

With a smirk Jessica glanced at the couple at the side of the street as she walked past them, the young, black man pushing the fake-blonde girl up against the wall as they made out, feverishly and shamelessly.

The red-light-district really did not disappoint, bars, clubs and sex-shops lined up with each other, along with bordellos and whore-houses, where dolled up girls sat in the shop-windows, trying to lure men inside.

Peeking into a bar, Jessica saw a tall, brunette girl, dressed in nothing but high heels and fishnets, dance on top of a tabletop, twirling around a long chrome pole and grinding her bare, bald pussy into the faces of a couple of enthusiastic blokes.

You go, girl, Jessica thought to herself with a small smirk. She couldn't help but give props to the woman's feel for rhythm in her sensuous dance. She had learned a fair share of exotic dancing for her role in 'Sin City' and had gotten praise for her performance, so the admiration for the girl's skill came automatically.

A couple of meters further Jessica gasped in amused shock as she looked down an alley to see, half-hidden by shadows and an empty trash-can, a girl bent over with her mini skirt pulled up over her ass, bracing her hands against a dirty wall as she was getting fucked from behind by a wiry young man. The girl, a petite redhead, moaned loudly in pleasure, her ass flushed with a red hand-imprint, clearly showing the outline of the man's fingers where he had smacked her, her firm behind jiggling wildly with his thrusts.

Holy fuck! Jessica felt her pussy getting a little wet and she had to actively remind herself to walk on and not to stare at the erotic action. In fact, she almost ran into a group of people.

“Huh... I'm sorry, wha...?!” her stammered apology stopped dead in it's tracks when she found herself face to face with Zorro, complete with boots, cape, hat and mask. Utterly confused, she took a step back, her mouth open. She looked around when she heard a laugh seeing Zorro's friend come up next to him, the sight of a slightly out of shape Captain America making her doubt her sanity for a second.

“Don't worry! It's alright!” Zorro said in dutch-accented English, a smile on his masked face as he winked at her, “The look on your face completely made up for it!”

Jessica was still at a momentary loss for words at the random encounter and only gave a bewildered nod as the two men laughingly walked past her. Dumbfounded she looked after them as they headed towards a basement club where a bouncer dressed up as Jason Voorhees gave them a nod and let them inside. Next to him a chalkboard sign said. “Adult Costume Party! No Costume Entry = 50 €; Costume Entry = FREE”

“Well, that makes more sense...” Jessica muttered to herself, a smile forming on her face at her own reaction. She snickered for a second as she continued her stroll down the street. Actually, she thought, maybe that party is not a bad idea... A costume could help me a lot with my fame problem...

Keeping that thought in the back of her mind Jessica ultimately stopped in front of a small sex shop in one of the smaller alleys. Biting her lower lip she looked at the merchandise displayed in the window. A few raunchy porn posters, a bust wearing a GIMP mask, a dildo as long and thick as her forearm, leather handcuffs...

Deciding this was as good a place to start as any, Jessica pulled her hood over her head to add to the cover of sun-glasses and cap and stepped inside.

The shop was small, cramped and dark, downright seedy. Basically the atmosphere was what she had expected, but as she looked around, Jessica's mouth fell open once more.

Shelves lined the walls filled with all kinds of things she had never even dreamed of. She saw dildos, vibrators, whips and handcuffs as she walked along the racks, boots and thongs, crotch-less panties and all kinds of other lingerie that made her pink g-string almost look demure. On the far side, tightly racked up next to each other, were kinky costumes. Nurses, witches, police-girls... even from across the store she saw more than she had ever dreamed off.

It was relatively empty inside, only four or five customers wandered around, each of them male, each of them at least 50 years old, none of them easy on the eyes. The fake-titted older blonde leaning behind the register paid no attention, flipping through some magazine instead.

Jessica felt her heart beat fast as she looked around, trying to decide what to go for first...