Jill brought enough cash to pay for a taxi there and back, and of course, buy a couple of the largest realistic dildos ever made for the inflated thousand-dollar price.
It had started raining on the way to the bookstore. She was glad she had worn a pair of old high-heeled sandals, but wished she had brought an umbrella.
She waited a moment before stepping out of the cab, hoping the rain would die down.
The taxi driver said he would have to turn the meter back on if she stayed in his cab much longer. She asked if he had a newspaper – anything to keep her hair dry – and he handed her a three day-old copy of the Times.
As if on cue, the rain fell harder and the wind blew faster as soon as Jill stepped out of the taxi. She held the paper above and to the side of her head, managing to keep her face and hair dry, but little else. Her white blouse was plastered to her skin.
She shivered as soon as she walked through the door.
Jill stood on the floor mat just inside the door, water dripping from her blouse and skirt.
This wasn't the statement she had in mind.
She had wanted to make every man in the store drool over her, but she especially wanted the rude store owner to get an eyeful.
Instead, she looked like she fell in a swimming pool and managed to keep her head above water. She was drenched.
The rude store owner was nowhere in sight, either. A short black woman was behind the counter in his place.
"You lost, white girl?" the black woman asked, "or are you trickin'?"
Shivering, Jill managed to explain the story of the bachelorette party and the remaining party favors she was yet to buy.
"Yeah, that T.J. is an asshole, sometimes," the black woman. "Sorry about that and all. He not all there, ya' know?"
Jill smiled, shaking.
The black woman pressed a button and spoke into a microphone on the counter. Her voice carried to the back of the store, "Dee, you got your gym bag here?"
"Iris, I told you I ain't going to the gym in this weather," a voice answered.
"Well, bring it up here. I might need some of yo' stuff." Iris added.
Iris looked at Jill. Where Iris was short, black, and very heavy around the butt and legs, Jill was tall, white, and slender but curvy in all the right places.
"You sure you not ho'in?" Iris asked.
"Positive. Married, mother, real estate agent. I just want to buy those toys and go home." Jill answered. "This was just to get into T.J.'s head so maybe he wouldn't be so mean. So much for that idea, huh?"
"Well, look at you, though. You gonna get pneumonia in those clothes. Dee, here, has sweatpants and a sweatshirt you can wear if you want to try to give your clothes a chance to dry a bit." Iris took the gym bag from Dee, the patron from earlier.
Jill looked at Dee. "You work here?"
"Yeah, sometimes." Dee answered. "The rest of the time I'm a fireman. This isn't glamorous or nothin', but sis' needs me to keep the trouble out, so I do."
"Well, that's very nice of you." Jill shifted. "Dee."
"Dee, why don't you sho' Red to one of the booths so she can get out of her wet clothes?" Iris saw the look on Dee's face, and then added, "So she can change into your gym clothes while they dry." Dee frowned slightly.
"I'm gonna see where T.J. put those two dildos." Iris walked to the back of the store.
An elderly black man entered the store while two middle-aged black men walked out. Another two men exited the video booth area as Dee showed Jill to a vacant viewing booth.
"Ever been in one of these?" Dee asked.
"No, why?" Jill lied.
"Well, you have to be careful. Sometimes the floor can be slippery. Mostly from guys beatin' off and not having the courtesy to nut in a hanky or somethin' like dat." Dee explained. He opened the door for her.
Jill walked inside, taking the clothes from Dee, and then closing the door behind her. Elsewhere, she could hear tokens dropping into video machines, and movies begin playing, skipping, and playing again as the occupants changed channels.
She heard someone enter the video booth to her right and caught a glimpse of an eyeball peering through the waist-high hole in the wall between her booth and his.
A moment later, someone entered the booth to Jill's left and immediately deposited several tokens into the viewing machine. She bent over and looked through the hole on the left to try to see the movie the occupant was watching.
The occupant to her left had unzipped his pants and was quickly stroking himself to erection as he watched a tanned goddess get slapped in the face with a fat, flaccid black dick. The tanned blonde then leaned back while the large black man squatted over her face. The blonde in the video licked the underside of the man's scrotum, and then licked around his anus before finally plunging her tongue deep inside his hole.
"Wow." Jill said quietly. "I'm not sure if I should be grossed out or turned on."
Jill's clothes were still dripping wet, creating new puddles in the video booth. She stood up and peeled off her wet clothes, including her bra. Jill put on the sweatshirt first, and when she could see that it was as big as a dress, she folded the over-sized sweatpants.
She had already added to the mess on the floor, so she didn't think a little more water would hurt anything. She wrung out her shirt and bra, and rolled her skirt several times until most of the water was out, then spread everything on the back of the single chair in the booth.
She bent over to see how the occupant was coming along on her left only to find the booth empty and the video screen cycling through previews. She hadn't brought her purse, so she tucked her driver's license and money in her bra. Thankfully, only the outside $100 bill was wet.
She carefully stepped to the right side booth. An eye continued to watch her. He probably watched as she undressed, and who could blame him? Video is one thing, but she was a real-live redheaded white woman, barely out of reach.
Jill wondered what Iris and Dee would think of her if she went out to buy some tokens. Surely, they must have been wondering what she was doing in there. Maybe they figured she was afraid to walk out in oversized sweatpants, sweatshirt, and slinky high-heeled sandals.
"Psst." Jill whispered to the staring eye.
There was no response.
"Psst. Can I buy some tokens from you?" Jill asked.
The eye blinked and then the occupant stood up. Jill looked back at her door.
"Hey..." Jill started.
"Be quiet." The occupant's voice sounded familiar. "I'll get you all the tokens you want, but you have to be quiet."
"Dee?" Jill asked.
She was answered with the sight of several tokens being dropped through the hole and falling onto the wet floor. She reached her hand through the hole and felt a very large hand grab hold of hers. She then felt a role of tokens pushed into her hand.
She carefully pulled her hand and tokens back through the hole, stood up, and clicked toward the video screen. Jill watched as the previews cycled. When she was satisfied there was material worth watching, she deposited the entire roll into the coin slot.
She stepped back toward the chair and sat on the folded sweatpants. She selected the tanned blonde video that the left occupant had been watching.
The blonde was having her pussy stuffed by a fat, but not particularly long black cock. The girl looked barely twenty years old, but the black man could have been in his fifties. Judging by the blonde's pigtails, "old black man does little white girl" seemed to be the intended plot of the story. It worked for the guy that had been in the booth on the left, so it worked for Jill.
There were no windows or window ledges in this particular booth, so Jill had to hold her feet up as she began fingering her pussy and rubbing her clit. Her abdominal muscles rippled as she raised her legs and leaned back.
She found her rhythm and felt her clit swell under her fingers.
There was a knock at the door.
Jill stood up too quickly and almost slipped. She felt dizzy. Could she still be drunk?
She pulled the sweatshirt down around her hips, not realizing she was only barely covering her pussy.
It was Dee with a bag.
"Here, I already paid for them. Said I would, so here." Dee whispered.
"I can pay you. I brought money." Jill said.
"No, it's okay, as long as you keep doin' what yo' doin' and don't mind if I watch." Dee said with the sound of hope in his voice.
"I don't mind." Jill took the bag and looked inside. Two dildos and another roll of tokens were barely visible. "Thank you, Dee."
Jill closed the door and hung the bag on the doorknob. She slid the sliding latch to lock the door, but knew it was really just there for looks. A soft breeze could probably blow the door open.
She reached into the bag and found the elusive toy that had caused so much trouble. It wasn't very wide, but it was eighteen inches long. The box claimed it had a realistic foreskin, floating balls in the sack, and the shaft had something called "jack-o-matic" action. She turned the box over and could see that – with batteries installed – the shaft shortened and lengthened, requiring the user to simply hold it steady and the toy would do all the pumping.
"I'll save that one for later." Jill carefully put the box back in the bag. She reached for the other one, which was only a foot long in comparison, but as wide as her forearm.
It had no moving parts, but was beautifully sculpted. Jill quickly pulled it out of its carton and sat back in the chair.
The blonde in the video was alternating between having the fat cock fill her pussy, to having it fill her mouth. Jill rubbed the toy up and down on her pussy, rotating it until the entire head and shaft was slick with her wetness.
As the old man turned the blonde over and mounted her from behind, Jill eased the head of the toy inside her pussy. She could see eyes looking at her from the left and right holes. In the background, dozens of other video machines were having tokens simultaneously deposited in them.
Jill licked her lips and pushed the toy inside her farther.
The screen suddenly went blank.
Light from the adjacent booths was just enough to see the bag hanging on the doorknob. Jill reached inside and pulled out the other roll of tokens.
Before depositing the roll, though, Jill decided to really give Dee and the other occupant a show and removed the sweatshirt.
When the video screen came back to life, everyone watching her was treated to Jill's full breasts, shaved pussy, curvy legs and pretty feet in high heels.
Everyone included the man on her left, Dee on her right, the other video booths, and Iris, watching at the front of the store – all thanks to a hidden security camera.
