Roxy’s house of XXX

*BEEP BOoooo*

A chime goes off as you enter the dimly lit storefront. You were coming in from the rain and despite the soundness of the store’s construction you didn’t feel any less wet and dirty in its confines. The smell was… unique to say the least. Various fruity notes of strawberry and chocolate wafted over from the lube section to your left. On your right were a couple rows of shelves with various tools and toys. In the back on the left was a western style double swing door and a red neon sign that read, “Video Booths and Bathroom”. A smaller normal sign below read, “Video tokens available at counter.”

To the right of the door is the eponymous counter, there’s some select items in the glass case innards. Standing behind it is a tattooed goddess. Light coffee skin with some freckles, her eyes shone bright green. Her hair was short and blonde with pink streaks, She was wearing a crop top highlighting a tattoo of a female grim reaper holding her scythe between her legs like a giant well… you know.

“Eyes up here dweeb.”

Your eyes lock to hers, stammering, “Uh are you Roxy?”

“The one and only little man, what are you doing on this side of town?”

“Well, I was alone in my room when my mom-”

“Oh shit, you’re that nice lady’s kid!?”

“Y-y yeah, Joanne is my mother.”

“Yeah Joey, she said you were a burgeoning cockslut.”

“SHE SAID WHAT!?”

“HAHA not in those words but I’ve seen guys like you. You know your place and even like it. I feel ya. So you want to work here?”

“I could use the money.”

“I don’t pay very well honey, well maybe if you pull some overtime, but even then you could do better.”

“I have to start somewhere.”

“I like that, you have a good work ethic. SO I have to warn you, the horndogs coming in here don’t always act polite, most will fuck ya before talking to ya. I don’t support you having relations with the customers but frankly no one has ever resisted.”

Your minor dick fluttered. You gave a non-chalant nod.

“One last thing, there’s a uniform.”

“Oh like a t-shirt?”

“Nah man I want my customers really horny so they buy all my shit.”

She reached under the counter and then walked out from behind it holding an outfit on a plastic hanger. Handing it to you noticed she had a really poofy short skirt and from beneath her cock hung 5 inches past the end but it was encased in a leather sheath,

“Cute isn’t it.”

Breaking your stare you looked at the outfit and all its parts. It was a tight tube skirt and spaghetti string top, blue high heeled sandals were hanging off the hook.

“Uh wow uh,”