As she sat in the car waiting she still couldn't believe that she was actually going to go through with this. Of all the places for her company to send her to inventory, why did it have to be an adult bookstore.
At least it was during the store's downtime so she didn't have to contend with the "regulars". Still shaking her head and laughing she saw the other car pull in and park next to hers in the gravel lot. But what caught her by surprise was to see her boss, Bill climb out of the car instead of her regular partner, Sally.
Slowly she got out of her car, walked over to meet him and asked, "What are you doing here?"
"Sally called in sick and I kinda figured you really didn't want to do this by yourself. So here I am."
"Well I guess you're better than nothing." They both laughed at that and walked to the door where the manager was standing waiting for them.
The manager, a little man with little hair, a pot belly and a greasy smile; explained to them that they only had three hours to get the job done before the store would re-open. So they knew that they didn't have a lot of time.
Once inside the dimly lit bookstore they decided it would be quicker to split the job between them. She would do the movies, books and magazines; while he counted the toys and novelties section. She was thankful for that; the last thing she wanted to do that day was count a wall of dildos and vibrators. But most of all she was thankful the back room wasn't included in the job.
Knowing that they had to be professionals about this, they went to work and tried their best to avoid each other,
As she started the count she remembered the last time she had been in here; she and a friend had come to buy a gag gift for a co-worker that was getting married. But hey were in and out in such a hurry that she really hadn't noticed what was on display around her.
This time though she didn't have a choice but to notice what was on the shelves around her. What looked like endless row after row of movies, magazines and books dedicated to every sex act she had ever imagined; and some that she hadn't.
The shelves were stocked full of movies with wild titles and even wilder pictures on the covers. There were ones with men and women locked in the act of fucking in positions she found impossible. She saw lesbian movies with warnings of definitely no men allowed. Not too mention the jackets with women dressed in leather and bound in incredible devices of bondage and torture.
There were books about every conceivable combination of incest. Movies and such about mothers and sons, fathers and daughters, even brothers and sisters. She saw novels, if you could call them that, in which whole families took part in fantastic Roman style orgies.