A customer.

The college boy in the shirt and tie walked in and went straight to the counter. Ann smiled her inscrutable smile at him. He started talking before the shopkeeper gave her traditional greeting.

"Hi, I just loved that blow-up doll in your window and just had to – whoa! Is that a doll?" He was staring at Zia, his eyes walking up and down her body. She tried to move to cover herself, but the restraints prevented her.

"Only in the metaphorical sense. Please feel free to examine her."

The boy walked up to Zia and studied her. She could see the erection trying to push its way through his dress trousers. His hand touched her thigh then quickly pulled away. He looked over at Ann.

"Uh, sorry; I didn't mean to..."

"By all means go ahead. I encourage people to touch things in my shoppe; but not too much please, this is a store not a bordello."

Zia tried to talk but nothing came out. Instead she silently felt his hands sliding over and caressing her. Her only sound was a soft moan as the boy teased one of her nipples to erection. "Please go away! Please go away!" she silently sobbed to herself. Finally he gave a quick press on her exposed labia and turned back to Ann.

"Uh, about that blow-up doll..."

"I'm sure it will make a pleasant addition to your dormitory."

The boy continued to glance over at Zia while Ann packaged his item discreetly and he paid for it.