Well, you do need clothes.

With a happy tummy, you decide clothing, even if it is just a vintage store or whatever, should be top priority. The drive isn’t as bad as it is getting late, and traffic is down. The store’s sign is bright neon, which is cool, but it is odd that it’s the last building in an industrial area. There are also no windows, which seems a bit odd, “Must have been a warehouse at some point.”

“Hey sexy, how much for a blowjob?” You ignore the comment. The lot is mostly empty. Two cars and a pickup. The comment coming from one of two middle age men standing behind the truck sipping cans of beer. Their attire gives off a construction worker vibe, but who knows. The other whistles and you pick up your speed, just a little.

“Oh.” Is all that escapes your lips as you walk into an adult video, toy, and clothing shop. All the clothes Clearly for strippers, and a sign indicating that for a few dollars, you can have someone model the clothes for you in a private room.

The man behind the counter smiles and welcomes you. He looks maybe 40 in khaki pants and a simple dark green shirt. He asks if it is your first time here, then points out the various areas of the store. “Working girl attire over there, movies over there, toys around all the walls, with the more expensive things back there, the private rooms for the models, are down that hall, and the video booths down that hall there. Oh and of course the bar and theater room is up the stairs right over here. All the models waiting for clients are up there. Anything I can help you with?”

“Thanks. Um, just wanted to look at the clothing I guess, um, gag gift for a friend.”

He gives a single chuckle, “I understand, we get that a lot. We’ll just holler if you need anything. I’m Dillon.”

“Ok, thanks Dillon… I’m Lexi.” Why did I say that. Your cheeks heat up a little, he smiles, you hurry away.