Screw Id

"...to the office supplies aisle. Roth to the office supplies aisle, please."

Shawn burst out of restroom in a sloppy haze, legs nearly tripping over air. With a huff, he walked down the hall, towards the front check-out area.

"You... want me to...?"

"Yes."

Shawn shook his head, hoping to clear his mind.

"You have the pass, the freedom, to be as pathetic as you want."

Failing, Shawn shook his head again, hand around his mouth. In his distracted state he bumped into somebody else by accident.

"Shoot, sorry," he began to stammer. Then he realized who it was, a pair of dark eyes looking back at him.

"There you are, cuz!" Tulip smiled and punched his hands. She had a cart in front of her, Mom's shampoo and other items accounted for. Her slender body covered in the same parka and skinny jeans as before, just hinting at what was underneath. Tight, skinny jeans, which slithered up to the hem of her unfortunately long parka. "So you bailed on me but came back since your little cousin couldn't get on your nerves for long, right?" she questioned, half-joking.

Shawn felt air catch in his throat. In a millisecond his rod was at full mast and straining against his boxers with a **** he had never known. He felt like half of his blood had been drained from his brain, like those primates from that experiment he watched about on National Geographic. Turned into lust-crazed, mindless gangbangers, laid bare with only fucking all day on their minds. The potency was unbearable, and he found himself short-circuiting whenever he tried to think or sort his thoughts, instead wondering how it would feel to stick his penis into the mouth of that woman in the restroom, how good it would feel to get off on ramming all the fleshly and lively woman wandering the store that instant, or his cousin...

The young, publicly exposed man, quietly groaned, hand wandering downward. Tulip noticed and her body language changed into one of concern, as her cousin began to keel over. "Shawn, you okay?" She noticed some looks going their way, and dismissed them. Her hair hung over her face almost romantically. "Shawn?" she bent slightly down to see his face.

"...Roth, aisle 7 please. Roth to aisle 7."

Frowning, Tulip turned her cheek. "Sorry, what was that?"

Airily and with none of the straight-edge dorkiness he'd displayed before, Shawn uttered, through gritted teeth, "...I said, I want to see if that sweet, fruity ass of yours would be okay with a few motorboat slaps from my hand here, or do I have to do all the work myself?"

Eyes wide, the concerned girl became as still as a statue.

One glance successfully met the rabid man's eyes as she tried to process what she had just heard when suddenly the formerly composed and awkward Shawn had grabbed her with one hand, and pushed her backward, making their way past the cart and against the soda vendor just at the end of one of the check-out counters.

He slammed his body against hers and gyrated fast and gracelessly, hip to hip. Tulip cried out as she tried to push him away, his flurry of movements overwhelming her. Shawn was oblivious while his hands wandered her body, from the lower back to the tip of her spinal cord, to the back of her ear, her stomach, and even her breast, fingers converging through the material of the parka. He moaned, eyes half-lidded and pulsing with yearning.

"I want to see your panties," he pleaded, "I want to see you wear them on your head, or at least let me sniff them. Please? Little Pinch? Would you let me smell 'em, jerk off with them? Take pictures of it and send it to everyone I know. Come on. Come on." As Tulip looked into his eyes she quickly tried to look away, Shawn continuing, "I used to masturbate to your Facebook pictures, Little Pinch. All the time. You, and your little dance club friends, and your other pretty little things. I'd have you and every girl, woman, and voluptuous vixen I know in my fantasies each night. I'd dream that you would pull your pants down everytime you see me from now on, princess, pull 'em down and let me put my cheek on that ass and rub it up and down. Ohh yes... I want to grab your toes and wrap them around my penis, to make you do a sexy dance in my living room, to fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, like the little whore you are..!"

"...no, Shawn," Tulip managed to **** out, eyes beginning to well up, "STOP!"

Finally, a swift kick sent Shawn's knees buckling from behind and he crumpled to the ground with a tackle. He tried to squirm out and saw a girl in a store uniform looking at him in horror. Red hair in a bun, with clothes that concealed a nicely curved body. Nice enough to swallow up. With an arm he managed to reach out and grab a pant leg, pulling himself up and her towards him while she let out a cry. His hand traveled just up to her thigh as he squeezed it and brought his nose and face to her shin and tried to go up the same route. Finally, she brought her shoe against his cheek with a moderate swing and when he let go, she brought her other shoe to his other side.

"You done it now, buddy," growled a voice behind him, and Shawn turned to see a burly-looking man with a mohawk-stlye haircut that wasn't done up having pinned him to the ground. Shawn whipped up some saliva and spat at his face. With the nuisance briefly caught off-guard, Shawn scrambled up and jumped onto the conveyor of one of the nearby counters. He grinned lopsidedly to himself as he saw the commotion he had started, a crowd already formed around them. Parents hiding their kids, elderly people holding their chest in shock, and a handy few even laughing. Now Shawn liked those people.

With a thespian flourish, he brought one hand in front of him as if an orator, and another to his pants zipper. "Hey, people! I'm just your friendly neighborhood Shawn Crust! Now who wants to come and play with," a zip and a drop later, only his flimsy jacket was left to cover his precious private parts, and it wasn't quite low enough to do the trick, "Missus Shawn Junior!?"

Suddenly, a small but solid object made brief contact with Shawn, so brief he could barely realize it when it happened, and an electric shock tranquilized his limbs and body. Then, his legs were swept off the conveyor and he landed on his side against the metal frame and flipped onto the floor, head colliding with part of the outer edge, and then with what felt like another shoe as everything went to black.