It was a porn shop on the corner of Green and Maple. The small city of Hoover, Colorado wasn't exactly content about the shop and it's customers, but couldn't do a thing about it. Every time the city tried to shut it down, there came a bunch of supporters of the first amendment and porn out to stop them. The faded green building with the neon sign, "ADULT SHOP" stayed open.
That was where Barry Brite found himself one Friday evening. It was pouring down, and he had stopped at the shop's awning to get out of the rain. His jacket was drenched, the rain making soft pitter patters on his shoes. Barry looked at the rain. It showed no sign of letting up and Barry didn't want to go to work wet. He had been warned twice, this time meant a dock in pay. He could barely afford his bills as it was.
Barry looked at his watch, he had fifteen minutes before he had to be at the local store. Barry turned his attention to the shop. The windows, covered in cardboard, showed pictures of different magazines, and neon signs. Barry looked with some interest as he saw the pictures. Nothing too revealing, little kids still had to go by the place.
Barry had never actually been in a porn shop before. He had a steady girlfriend once, he didn't need some stupid magazine to help him get off. Since he moved, however, Barry was alone. He would occasionally masturbate, thinking of his girlfriend or someone who happened to be on TV showing a lot of cleavage. A few times Barry waited for those exercise infomercials to come on. They always had great looking babes. Barry stepped inside.
There was a strong smell that seemed to be coming from the shop itself. An old musk that usually came with aging buildings. It was surprisingly cool inside, and although it was raining, it felt good. Barry let the cool air hit his face, breathing it in.
There were two aisles going down the shop. Dildos and vibrators were all piled up on the wall, with batteries towards the back. The aisles consisted of magazines, books, candles, gels, lubricants, condoms, and edible underwear. Barry smiled, looking at all these new things he had never really seen before. Then the last wall consisted of the more fetish things. Barry walked down that aisle.
He looked at the assortment of whips, some looked like they were actually painful. Barry held one in his hand, he felt the sense of power it held over him. He almost wanted to use it, bow to it's will. Barry could feel an erection coming on.
He walked past a bunch of different clothing. Mostly leather and full of zippers. He came towards the end of the wall, this place consisted of novelty items. He could see coasters with dicks on them. Car air freshener's having sex with each other. Barry mildly looked at all of these, before something caught his eyes.
It was a deck of cards. He could see that each one had a different lovely lady telling you which card you had. Barry picked it up, curious. There was a picture of a very beautiful woman naked in a Jacuzzi. Barry looked at her, studying her body. She was gorgeous. His mind wandered to his stiffened member again.
"May I help you?"
The voice surprised Barry, he almost jumped. The deck he was holding dropped to the floor. The store clerk, a young woman, with long red hair tied back in a pony tail and a seductive smile picked them up. She turned them over in his hand once, examining them, then handed the deck back to Barry. He simply grabbed them.
"It looks like you like them..." the woman noticed the bulge in his crotch. Barry smiled, trying to conceal it. It was too late, however.
She smiled, "Nice choice. I like those myself. They have a nice array of women, something for everyone." She smiled at Barry, going behind the counter. Barry looked at the deck, he wasn't actually going to purchase these was he? Barry really didn't play any sort of card games, he hadn't played poker since he was back in high school. For some reason, however, he felt drawn to the counter. Barry looked at the clerk.
"How much?"
The clerk smiled, pressing a few buttons on the register. It was an old one, probably from the 60's, "That'll be a buck, and believe me, it's well worth it."
Barry grabbed for his wallet, still not quite sure why he was doing this. He seemed drawn, almost as if it were impossible for him to stop. Barry slipped one dollar into the hand of the woman.
"Like I said, good choice. This will help you on those lonely nights," She grabbed the deck, putting it in a plain brown paper sack. Barry watched this in amazement, it was his property, he now owned 52 girls and the cards they came on. Barry grabbed the bag.
"Watch out for that Ace now," the woman laughed, before going into the back. Barry was alone in the store again. He didn't even know her name. Barry paused for a minute, smelling the shop, looking at the merchandise, and being in the moment without being a part of the moment.
Then, as quickly as Barry entered the shop he left. The rain had let up. He quickly made his way to work, stuffing the bag in his jacket, making sure it wouldn't fall out. He would hate to have explain this to someone.
Work went by pretty uneventful. He bagged the groceries, took them out to the car, pulled in the stray carts when customers started to complain. His mind wasn't on his work, however, it was on the deck of cards in his jacket. It was hanging up in the break room. Every half an hour or so he would go back there to check. Just to make sure that no one had stolen what was his. Barry didn't understand how he could become so greedy over a deck of cards, but he couldn't help it. He felt as if he was the sole owner, and no one else deserved to even touch them. They were his.
When his shift ended, Barry sped home. He locked the door, making sure the deadbolt was on too. He took the phone off of the hook, although no one had called him in over a month. Barry put the deck of cards in the middle of the floor. He then went into his bedroom where he took off all his clothes.
Barry walked out into his apartment naked. He closed the blinds on all the windows. Barry went over, and lit a candle as he turned off all of his lights. There it was; perfect, a romantic setting for their first meeting. Barry lied on the floor, making sure he would be able to maneuver for his cock. Then he opened the bag.
The front stated how 52 girls in the nude wanted you to "play" with them all night. The candlelight flickered as he opened the deck. Inside there they all were, the cards, lined up neatly just for him. Barry pulled them all out, he let out a breath he didn't know he was holding in.
Silently, he lined them all up, trying not to look at them individually just yet. He lined them up into a huge square on the floor. Then, Barry moved so he could take each card's beauty in one at a time.
