I headed back into the main lobby after I regained some composure. My head was swimming with mixed emotions. Part of me was pissed that she went off and acted like a slut with total strangers, and then gang-banged five black guys. However, my crotch reminded me how turned on I was during the entire evening. I couldn't decide whether I should be pissed, or ecstatic.
As I entered the main room, and "idea" struck me. I scanned the wall lined with dildos. I found exactly what I was looking for! It was a black dildo, fourteen inches long and four inches wide! I grabbed it and tucked it under my arm. Then I spotted an assortment of anal probes. I picked one that looked like a "conehead"; the top was pointed, and the base must've been four inches wide, before it tapered back to a handle of some sort. I kept looking around. "Aha! Handcuffs!" I said to myself, "Gotta have them!" A riding crop! My arms were getting full, but I still was looking around.
The guy behind the counter offered for me to put my items there until I was finished. I happily obliged, then wandered to the video section. As I thumbed through the titles, another thought struck me, and I returned to the counter. "Hey?" I interupted him as he was apparently looking at a newspaper.
"Yeah? Is this it? Can I get you anything else?" A smile appeared on his face, as he realized he was about to make a big sale.
"As a matter of fact there is!" I paused for a second, trying to figure out how I was going to ask the next question. "I want the video of the girl that was just performing in the 'LIVE' booth." I tried to guage the clerk's reaction to my request.
His eyes shifted from mine momentarily, and then returned. "I'm sorry sir. We don't tape those scenes. They are strictly, live performances only!" The reply seemed too mechanical, too practiced, too scripted.
I decided to call his bluff! "Look here! I don't care what it costs, I want that tape! That's my wife in there, and I need to have it, NOW!" I emphasized my last word, trying to impart my sense of urgency.
The look on the clerk's face changed entirely. "No shit? That's your wife? Holy cow! That's the hottest piece we've had here in a long time! You've got to bring her back for more! I haven't seen action, that enthusiastic in years!" I wondered how he knew such detail, and then realized he had a small monitor under the counter. When he feigned reading the paper, he was actually watching the video.
"OK! OK! What's it gonna be? Do I get the tape?"
"Yeah, I'll make you a copy." Then he paused for a second, "As soon as she's done!"
I looked quizzically. Is she going at it again? How much does she have left? How many guys are going at her now? Then the clerk offered an answer to my unasked questions. "Jill's cleaning her up... if you know what I mean?" He smiled and blinked at me. Damn, she was getting into this girl thing!
"OK! Ring me up then, and make that copy quick!"
He rang up the purchase and tacked on another seventy five dollars for the video. He told me what the total was, but I wasn't paying attention. I just handed him my plastic card, and signed the receipt, and stuffed everything back in my pocket. "Copy'll be ready about five minutes after they're done."
I roamed around the store some more, and then returned to the counter. "Hey bud? You got some paper and a pen I could use?" The guy looked at me and handed me two sheets and a black pen. I scribbled some stuff down on the paper, folded it into an envelope and wrote 'JILL' on the front. I slid it back to the clerk and asked, "could you see that Jill gets this before she leaves?"
"Sure, no problem! Hey, by the way, they're done." He popped a tape out of a VCR under the counter, and put it into a high-speed dubbing unit. Five minutes later, I was heading out the door with my packages and my plan.
I put everything into the trunk and returned to the empty front seat and waited. I wanted to see if Nicole was going to tell the truth about where she'd been, or whether she would lie to me! About another five minutes went by and Nicole appeared from the back of the building, apparently from the door she had entered earlier. She looked absolutely marvelous! She had a beaming smile on her face, and her makeup was clean and freshly applied. She walked up to the car, opened the door and slid in next to me. She grabbed my right arm and put her head on my shoulder. A slight sigh escaped her lips, barely inaudible, but I was listening for something. I started the car and headed out the lot, headed for home.
Before we got off the gravel lot, I asked, "Where'd you go?" I waited for her reply...
