The Video Store

Excited by the prospect of what retro goodies might be found here, you enter the video store. It looks very familiar to you, as you've been here almost every day when you were a kid. Always looking up new movies, listening to the recommendations of the owner. All the displays still look the same, though now they are filled up with Bluray's and DVD's instead of VHS. Only one of the displays is still exactly the same, taking in most of the video rental store; the porn section.

It stands there, in the corner, hundreds upon hundreds of titles, in VHS, Bluray and DVD. A porno enthusiast's heaven, were it not for the fact that the internet exists. You look at it with pure fascination, like a relic from a forgotten period.

'College sluts are to your left,' a voice tells you. You turn around and notice a bored looking girl sitting at the desk, looking at something below your line of vision. Probably a TV-screen underneath the desk.

'I'm sorry?' you ask.

'Oh, what are you looking for?' she reposes her question.

'Um, I'm just browsing,' you tell her, looking into her dull green eyes, behind her glasses. 'Your porn section has grown a lot more since I was here last.'

'They're the most popular items,' she answers monotonously, swiping the brown lock of hair out of her face. 'It's the only thing keeping our business afloat apparently.'

'Really? Well, I'm looking for some "non-adult" movies actually. Anything you want to recommend? What's the movie you're watching right now, for example?'

Her eyes grow a little wider at being caught out. 'Oh, what I'm watching is maybe not for you then.'

'What is it?' you ask, curious. Is she watching porn movies at work?

'Well, it's this movie called "Caligula", a movie about the roman emperor of that name,' she explains. The name seems vaguely familiar to you. Maybe you heard about it in some history lesson. 'But he was a bit mental, apparently. He killed his uncle to be emperor, and all he does is basically have orgies all the time. And you see all those orgies. But it's not a porn movie, there's a lot of famous actors in it, like Malcolm McDowell, Helen Mirren and Peter O'Toole. It's weird, but great.'

You have been listening to this with great interest, as you've never seen any movie that sounds similar to whatever this one is supposed to be. 'Maybe I should give it a watch then,' you smirk. 'Do you have a copy for me?'

'Sure,' she smiles, her demeanour suddenly changing from bored to excited. She probably doesn't have customers who are as involved as you are. 'Anything else?'

'Well, you seem to know your stuff,' you tell her. 'I'm a little of a movie buff myself, but I would like some recommendations from you.'

The girl is now positively beaming, and gets up from her lazy seat behind the desk. 'Follow me sir,' she twitters happily. When she walks past you, you notice how enormous her breasts are, even through her woollen sweater. If you have to make a guess, she's probable an E-cup. A thought that excites you immensely. Then you look at her ass, following her along the aisles of films. It fits perfectly into her tight blue jeans. A simple outfit, but very, very sexy for some reason.

'Okay, let's start here then,' she stops in front of you, making you almost walk into her. 'Have you ever seen the films of Paul Verhoeven...?'

She continues on for a while about films, while you listen eagerly. Her enthusiasm made you see much more of her charm and beauty. Whereas she first seemed a little dull, she now seems intriguing and exotic. A light beams up inside of you feel a certain spark catch fire between you. Flirting at it's best.

Finally, you reach the desk once more, this time with 8 Bluray's of certain "masterpieces in cinema", as the girl liked to call them. Then it suddenly occurs to you.

'I'm sorry, but can I ask; what is your name?'

'Oh, it's Ofelia,' she answers with a smile, glad that you asked. 'What's yours?'

'Robbie,' you answer, then quickly follow it up with the question you've been dying to ask. 'Say, Ofelia. Would you want to watch one of these "masterpieces of cinema" with me some time?'

'Are you - what?' she stammers. 'You're asking me if - what?'

'I'm asking you on a date,' you quickly interject, quite assertively. Best to be straight up about it. 'Maybe at my place. I can cook a delicious meal for you, and drink some very expensive wine while we watch a movie. Maybe smoke some weed... We'll see what happens.'

She laughs. 'Wow... okay.'

'That's your answer?' you smirk deviously.

'What? No!' she quickly stammers, but then seems to stop in her tracks. 'I mean, yes?... yes, why not?'

You laugh, a little desperately perhaps. 'That's a good answer...' you hesitantly say. 'I'll give you my number, and you can just text me, yeah?'

'You're sweet,' she smiles, and waits for you to write your number on a piece of paper she gives you. Then you pay and put the Bluray's inside of your backpack.

'I hope to hear from you, Ofelia,' you tell her, looking straight into her eyes.

'Yeah, maybe,' she giggles, nervously looking away.

You leave the shop, and enter the street once more. You look at your watch. 11:15. That means Brooke gets off in only 45 minutes. Where will you go now?