He walked by a quiet little shop, barely noticing it. As he passed a sign in the window boasting 'the perfect little shop for gifts' he knew he had to go in. His sister's wedding was coming up soon and he needed a gift
He walked in and was utterly amazed. It was a sex shop, he walked into a sex shop, of all places. Just as he was about to groan, a sales lady appeared at his side. Great, now he had to explain we walked in here by mistake.
He looked her over. Nice piece of work. She managed to look sexy and yet not appear slutty. In fact the entire store was like this. It wasn't the least bit sleazy, as are most sex shops. Maybe, just maybe . . .
"Is there something I can help you with sir?" The question brought his mind back from his thoughts. He stammered for a few minutes.
"You're nervous aren't you? Most people are when they realize they've stepped into a sex shop. I know it doesn't appear like one from the outside, I like it that way. Draws in more customers."
"Uh yes, I uh can see, uh how that works then."
"Can I help you with something?"
"Actually I don't know. I only came in because I saw a sign that said it was a gift shop. I didn't realize what I'd be walking into."
"We are a wonderful gift shop. And I know what you are probably thinking. That nothing here is suitable for a gift, unless it's your wife. But we do have more that just vibrators and dildos and fake pussy's. Although we do carry that too."
His eyes shot open wide at the use of her language. She merely smiled at him and took him by the elbow. She led him to a stand of bottles. "Who are you needing this gift for?"
"Uh my sister is getting married, it's for her."
"See all these little bottles here." He nodded. "A great gift for anyone, massage oil, aromatherapy oils, we also have candles and things like that." She led him over to a rack of clothes. "Here are some of the nicer pieces. We do carry the naughty ones too, but for a sibling these are more appropriate." She directed his attention to a table utterly littered with items. "We have lover's dice, sex coupons, romance coupons, discount coupons for my store. Usually very popular for family gifts is romantic coupons, less embarrassing if opened in front of an audience."
He nodded and she smiled. Boy is this guy sexy she thought. I hope he buys something. I could really use the business.
"What size are you miss?"
"Pardon me?"
"I know you probably hear this a lot but, what size are you?"
"I'm a size 16. Wide but not fat. Very trim I must say."
"You hear this a lot I must think, but my sister is a 15 last I heard."
"Actually what I get is, 'you look about the size of my wife' " she said it in a very nasally voice. They both laughed. "But you, I believe. You look honest and I've never been a half size bigger than a sister. If you're lying to me though . . . "
"Not ma'am. I would'nt lie to you now. It's generally not something I do or enjoy doing for that matter. To easy to get caught up in your own web if you ask me." He gave her a sincere smile.
She giggled and said, "okay, tell me what her taste is like. And his if you know him."
"Sounds good to me. She always wears pink, always has too. She doesn't like things that tickle her nose, hates champagne. He's all business around people, suits and ties and all that."
"I think I have a few things that will be perfect. I can even model them for you if you like."
She gave him a seductive smile and he smiled a little uneasily. "Uh, yes, that will be fine." She stalked away and swung her hips provocatively. He stared after her retreating back and cocked his head at an angle. Maybe this shop isn't so bad after all. This could prove to be interesting.
She came back in a short pink sheer dress. She stood before him and he sat down. She twirled a few times slowly. "Mmm, I don't know." She touched his shoulder, smiled and walked away.
She came back in a pink spandex one piece shortset that had the most intimate parts cut out of it. He smiled and put his fingers to his chin, "Perhaps, but I don't think my sister would like that to fall from a box in front of our mother."