Yes, you want him to show you the BDSM section

A naughty thrill goes through you at the idea of being further oggled by this fat slob. You like the idea of turning any guy on with your body, and having him follow you around will just give you more of an opportunity to tease.

"I could use your help," you say. "I was looking at all of the leather things."

"The bondage gear?" The fat clerk licks his lips.

"Yeah," you smile sweetly. "Show me those."

He clears his throat and glances around the store. Then he brushes past you leading you in the direction of the part of the store reserved for the BDSM gear.

"The name is Eddy, by the way," he says as he waddles in front of you. "Me and my brother Larry and my mom run the place."

You wrinkle your nose at the smell of old sweat. Eddy takes you back to the back of the store, where shelves are overflowing with handcuffs and ropes and various shackles.

"We have everything from light to heavy," he says. "Whatever you might want."

Your eyes settle on a round umbrella stand full of paddles and whips. You select a leather-bound paddle and heft it in your hand.

"I wonder how much it would hurt?" You wonder aloud and glance back at Eddy.

He's staring intently at you, practically salivating.

"Maybe you could," You give him a sultry look and bite your lower lip, "test it on me."

You extend the paddle to him and thrust your cleavage out as well, showing off your full breasts and hard nipples straining your t-shirt.