Head into ReXXX's, the adult store

You've been curious about the adult store ever since it opened a few years ago. That purple neon sign with the X's that flash, the blacked out windows and door, the semi-trucks that park in the lot and the sign for peep booths. It all adds up to an almost alien world to you. Now that you can legally go inside you think it's finally time to explore that world.

When you open the door and step inside it's to the sound of women moaning and yelling "fuck me harder!" on a half dozen TV screens hanging from the ceiling. The air is thick with the scent of massage oils, lubricants, and plastic. Large convex security mirrors hang in the corners.

There are a number of aisles within the store, just high enough to hide the face of someone browsing, just low enough so the customer is still visible to the checkout counter near the entrance. The shelves are stocked with DVDs, magazines, books, sexual toys for men and women, lotions, lubricants, and aphrodesiacs. The side of the store opposite the entrance is devoted to fetish clothing, leather costumes, rubber, vinyl, bondage gear, theme costumes, and particularly raunchy lingerie.

Finally, just to the left of the register is an entrance to "booth alley", a hallway lined with doors, each of which opens into one of the private peep booths. A sign near the register advises, "Ask here for tokens."

There are only seven or eight customers spread throughout the surprisingly large store. Most appear to be truckers, with big belt buckles, blue jeans, beer bellies, and flannel shirts. There are a couple younger guys, maybe college age, and you think the nervous guy in the back looking at the gay pornos might be the minister from your parent's church.

The guy behind the counter is a paunchy man in his late 40s. He has a big nose and acne-pocked cheeks. His thinning black hair is oily and pulled back into a revolting ponytail. He peers at you over the pages of "Teen First-timers" with beady rat eyes surrounded by dark circles of fatigue.

"Can I help you...eh...young lady?" The man behind the counter asks with an unpleasant lick of his lips.

You consider your response. Do you want this guy to help you find something? Leave you alone to explore the store? Or maybe he knows about an interesting job for the next couple hours?