Why not go to the sex shop?

An idea crosses my mind, why not go to the sex shop? I have never been there before, so, why not?

I leave the school with no hastle and start walking down the road which contains nearly everything in this town. I pass the various shops and buildings as I look for the sign marked "The Happy Bunny". When I see it, I cross the street, making sure I look both ways.

The door opens, signaled with the ring of a bell. The main floor was pretty shady, not the illegal sense of the word, I'm talking about the light. The only source of light was a single lightbulb in he middle of the cramped room. The walls were filled with various perversions, such as butt plugs, fleshlights, and dildoes, to name a few.

In the middle of the farthest wall was a counter, decorated with the usual, plus some of the more compact merchandise. Also at the counter, was a cashier. She was small girl, dressed in a loose tank top and jeans. She had bleached hair that had continued to grow, showing her true, brown roots. She smiled as I came in. Being nice, I returned the smile.

I perused the various DVDs and sex toys, deciding to buy a dildo (what? I like ass play, okay.) and some lube. I take my items up to the cashier, who starts ringing them up. Feeling chatty, she strikes up a conversation.

"So, you like big cocks?" she says, a mischievous smile creeping onto her face.

I blush. "Yeah, I guess." I stammer out. She giggles.

"Well then, I have a proposition."

"What do you- OH." She unzips her jeans and pulls out a very large and quickly hardening penis. I stare at it, not getting a very good look at it due to the bad lighting.

Suddenly, she speaks again, "Well? Are you just going to stare or are we going to do this thing?!"