Olivia Munn - preparing for a big night

She comes in on a Tuesday morning, looking gorgeous with her dark hair and tan skin. You recognize her right away. Olivia Munn. You recognize her from Attack of the Show and from The Daily Show and from mostly jerking off to all the sexy pictures of her floating around online.

She wears a tight blue dress, that wraps her breasts and hips in a way that cannot be ignored. You want to peel that dress slowly off her body. But you tell yourself to simply let her be. She's allowed to shop. She's allowed to buy stuff. She's just a normal person who shouldn't be harassed by you.

Of course, as you try to look away, back at your own business, you can't help but realize she's walking right up to the register. You can sense it.

You look up and there she is standing across from you. She looks even more gorgeous in person, two feet away, than she ever could on television.

"Can I help you miss?" You ask.

She raises an eyebrow. "Oh please, don't pretend you don't know who I am."

You feel like that's a little conceited of her. After all, she's not a huge star. Lots of people probably don't know who she is.

"How do you know?" You ask.

"Because you've been staring at me since I walked in." She says slyly.

"Well..." you're not exactly sure how to answer the accusation, but you try. "You're attractive. I feel like it's not unusual for...."

"Bullshit" she says, smirking in a way that seems to indicate that she's not really angry. "You looked at my face. Then you looked at my tits. Then you looked at my ass. Then at my face again. Then at my tits again. Then at my face again."

Did you really do all that? You wonder. You hadn't even noticed. "How did you notice that?" You ask.

"I've had a lot of experience. I know what it feels like to be stared at. I also know that you wouldn't have spent nearly as much time staring at my face if you hadn't recognized it."

You give her a doubtful look.

"Trust me. The guys who recognize me stare at my face. The guys who don't stare at my tits."

"Hey" you say, trying to key off the semi-playfullness you sense from her. "I did stare at your tits."

"Well, I don't blame you." she answers. "They're amazing tits." Finally she gives you a big smile. And you realize that she really is just playing with you.

"Anyway." You try to take control of the conversation. "You didn't answer my question."

"I forgot it."

"Can I help you?"

"Oh" She says, smoothing out her dress, rubbing her hands down her sides and hips, seemingly nervous. You wonder if all this time she's been stalling because she's been nervous. But what would she have to be nervous about? She's a beautiful woman. She must be used to being in control of most situations. "I actually do need your help"

She looks to the left. Then to the right. The store is empty. It is early, after all. You assume she showed up this early in the hopes of encountering an empty store. The lights buzz. The floor squeaks beneath her shoes as she fidgets. She is nervous. You wonder if her shoes are heels. That would be an awfully sexy choice this early in the morning. Why would she be wearing heels? Why would she be nervous.

"I have a... um.... big night coming up tonight. And I thought maybe you could help me find a video that could prepare me for it." She smiles. She blushes a little bit. Red flitters over her freckled face. She's letting her guard down.

"Sure." You answer, trying to be helpful, also curious as to what's making her nervous. "Can you give me a better idea what you're looking for?"

She bites her lip.

"We have hundreds of videos. I can't really help you unless I have a better idea what kind of night you're having tonight." You say.

She stays closed lipped for a second, her shoes still squeaking on the tile. Then finally she answers. "I'm looking for... orgy videos."

Well, you think, that was unexpected. You try to stay professional about her question. Although your member feels no such obligation. Immediately it starts to get hard, just thinking about Olivia in a sea of writhing bodies.

"Orgy videos are in aisle 4-B" you answer professionally.

"Well... that's actually not all." She says.