It was a cold night in the small town of Luxemburg Florida. Liz Smith was new around and was looking for excitement. She was exceptionally fit due to her being a cheerleader in college, and quite the looker at that. She had nice D-cup breast, and long silky black hair.
As she walked downtown it was almost empty, and every store seemed to be closed except for a sex toy shop called Pleasure Paradise. She walked in, and looked around. The walls were covered with dark red sheets, and candles were lit everywhere. Old wooden shelves lined the walls holding all kinds of dildos, vibrators, butt-plugs, and many other varieties.
Then Liz noticed the sales clerk in the center was staring straight at her. She motioned for Liz to come closer. The clerk was a 35 year old gothic woman, with piercings everywhere you could imagine. She had fiery red hair pulled back. She was about medium height, thin, and had perky C-cup breast. She wore a black dress that revealed her cleavage, and was obviously not wearing a bra. When Liz got to the glass cabinet, where the sales clerk was standing, the clerk grabbed her, and gave a quick hug saying with an anxious voice, "I almost feel sorry for you, but I'm pretty sure you are the replacement! Thank you so much!"
With that the woman ran out of the store, and the glass door shut behind her. Liz, feeling a little freaked and confused, ran over to the door to catch up with the woman. The door was locked though, and she couldn't get out. She tugged really hard on the door, and when it wouldn't budge she started to panic. She found a brick that was being used as a door stop, and through it at the glass door. But it bounced off with no effect.
After a while she eased up, and decided that someone would surely find her in the morning. She decided to try and get some sleep. She grabbed one of the blow-up dolls to use as a pillow, and lied down flat on her back. When she dozed off she felt something grab her left breast, and it startled her.
"Who's there?!" She yelled with a shaky voice. But she looked around, and no one was there. She lied back down, and thought it was her own imagination. When she dozed off again she felt a tug at her shirt. She jumped up, and to her horror, a blow-up doll was ripping off her shirt. She started to scream, and tripped over the blow-up doll in the floor.
"Help! Somebody please!" Liz yelled, but no one heard her. Try as she might she could not break free. As one doll ripped off her shirt the other ripped off her pants.
"How could this be happening, this is impossible!" She thought. Then her white cotton panties were tugged off exposing her tight shaved pussy, and then the dolls grabbed her silk bra and jerked it off as well. The dolls walked back to the wooden bin, and no longer moved.
