The mall erotic shop

You start to stroll the floors of the mall, just wasting time. Futas, males, and kids clamour from store to store arms full of purchases. Someone catches your eye across the floor. A red haired woman in a long trench coat, big sunglasses, an overly large hat, and tall cougar spotted heels hurries down towards a shop.

Karen. Maybe its her inability to blend in or perhaps your taste for her, but shes more visible. Either way shes already here and hurrying somewhere quickly. You decide to follow. You easily blend into the dense crowds, weaving several feet behind at all times. Eventually she stops and you dive behind a trash can. She peers in each direction nervously before turning into a store. Letting a few moments pass you walk up to the entrance. Was it imagination or were the hoards of families suddenly replaced with futa of various sizes. All peering hungrily at you.

The front windows held mannequins dressed nearly naked, but only on their top half. Your eyes slowly follow the starch white plastic futa outlines to their bottoms. There was another mannequin.. a small male.. naked.. head attached to the futa mannequin pelvis. Your eyes flash to the sign glowly brightly on the entrance.

"Den of prey! Helping you capture a male since 2013."

The inside of the store glows with an unearthly shimmer. Its inside barely lit as you cant make out the faces of anyone inside. Nervously you step into the den of sexual delights. A fog hits your face nearly immediately as you squint to see into the store. Rows of dildos, anal beads and various standard sex toys line the intial table. Behind it more ominous objects remain out of sight.

"Wowza" you jump into the air as a voice calls from right behind you. You turn shaken to see dimly a light skinned young futanari. Dark black lipstick line her full lips a ddark eye liner outline false red eyes. This goth stands a bit taller than you eith dark pigtails, a plaid skirt, and a busting bossum head down by a shirt that you barely make out the words for. The shirt says "den of prey, i dont 69, i 68. You blow me and i owe you one."

"Sorry," you stammer. "Im just looking."

"I bet you are," her eyes narrowing with delight. "Store is open to anyone but we rarely get males. Sale items are in front, classics on the right, exotics in the back. Changing room on the left, if you find anyone here youd like to. Try on." With a coy wink she steps away to help another customer.

Its only now you feel how fast your heart is beating.. and how hard your dick is. With a shake you return to the task at hand. Peering around you see a shadow enter a changing room on the left and a customer talking to a salesfuta on the right. You barely make out the large hat on the customer on the right so you decide to sneak over. Hiding yourself in a clothing wrack you hear some of their conversation.

"Yeah its been a long time and i want to really have him begging for more."

"Then that heating jelly will help. Really stimualates the male anus."

"No i dont think you understand. I want him to not walk straight for a week."

"Oh i gotca, lets try this then. Take one before engaging in sex. Itll keep harder longer and youll cum alot."

"Perfect, ill take three."

The voices trail off to the register. With a small opening you peer out if your hiding spot. Its karen. 100%. She pays and heads briskly out of the store towards the food cafe.

Your erection throbs as you go to follow. One last look around. You see through a crack in the changing room, a large futas cocks reflects in the mirror and the goth sale girl winks at you again.