DISCLAIMER:
All breath play associated with MY erotic writings are not encouraged to be attempted by those without the proper in depth knowledge and education concerning this fetish. Please, caution, precaution, and trustworthy partners are a MUST but most of all...
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EDUCATION IS KEY!
Saturday arrived with a blast of white.
The cab ride to the bookstore was a bit hectic as a thick snowfall blasted the city and started to blanket the streets. Rosangela arrived about fifteen minutes late, nearly slid on her ass a few times trying to get to the bookstore entrance.
Once inside, it was obvious that the day would be a slow one with the weather developed outside. She immediately noticed no Marcella but Al was there, he was always there no matter the weather.
Al looked somewhat anxious as he approached Rosangela who was behind the checkout taking off her snow dusted coat. He announced, "Marcella couldn't make it in due to the weather."
Rosangela looked to her boss then stated, "Yeah, it's getting nasty out there and I'm sorry I'm late." She hung up her coat and started to prep the register.
Al nodded then said, "It's okay, you made it here safe." his nervous eyes looked out the front window, saw the snow steadily coming down, "Not sure if they're gonna make it."
She paused and glanced at her distressed boss then asked, "Have they called?"
Al shook his head, his eyes focused on the dreadful sign of less dollars.
She commented, "Then I'm sure they'll show."
Al nodded then questioned aloud, "But will the customers?"
She looked to the window, saw the thickening mess of white.
Within an hour's time, Bob the agent and his client Victor Hardway showed but as Al feared, the customers were very few for the snow seemed to build.
Rosangela stood behind the checkout with her elbows leaned atop the counter as she stared at the bright white continuing outside the store. There was no traffic with just a slowly passing car here or there. The store was silent with exception to the chit chat in the back from the only three men in the store. She kept herself at the store front, kept her distance from the author.
A few diehard Victor Hardway fans arrived and tracked snow into the store which slightly brightened Al's disappointment.
Rosangela scooted her rear on a tall stool, listened to the flattery being thickly flung at the author. She took a deep breath and slowly exhaled with her shoulders drooped. Her eyes constantly glanced at the mini display of the author's latest book, her image staring back her and taunted her to pick up a copy and read it.
Her face grimaced at the beckoning book cover. She was intrigued, wanted to know exactly what tale the author wrote evolved around her and those tantalizing fetishes. She was curious if he managed to slip in her unique fetish within those written words. Would he truly dare introduce his readers to the breath play fetish?
"Rosangela," Al's voice came from no where.
She snapped from her thoughts and glazed stare at the book then looked to her boss who seemed so devastated by the weather and its ability to steal away his money.
Al announced, "We're closing up shop early." He sounded sad.
She nodded then agreed, "Okay," then asked, "When?"
Al checked his watch then replied, "Likely in about an hour." He huffed with annoyance then glared at the weather outside.
She again nodded and agreed, "Sure, no problem." then she slid her rear off the stool and stated, "I'll start restocking."
Al nodded then sighed and left to do his typical closing routine.
She left the check out, the Victor Hardway fan club of three continued on with their flattery and feminine giggles. She started to stroll the aisles, somewhat eyeing the books but more so listened to the continuous chatter mingled with the author's hardy chuckles.
At the end of an aisle, she couldn't resist an urge to take a gander at what was going on over at the author's signing table. She somewhat leaned and peered around the shelving unit to her right.
There he was, casually seated on the edge of the table with the three erotica groupies before him. She noted, he looked damned good wearing her favorite of his fedoras, charcoal gray with the red band.
She watched him lay out the charm which was no tedious task because, well, he was Victor Hardway. Her eyes glanced at the three young ladies, all three were all smiles and persistently giggled up a storm.
She thought to herself, he could easily pick one and be set for the night. Her face slightly grimaced as she added in thought, or all three. She cringed at the thought then leaned back and proceeded to check the aisles.
Nope, no real need to restock for nobody really came and bought anything except for their star author's book January. She retrieved several new books and replaced the bought books on a swivel rack. She paused before placing the final book on the rack. There was a growing temptation to read the book, she's read all his books. Yet, of course, that particular book was different because she was the inspiration.
Her lips twisted side to side then she made the decision to take advantage of her discount and purchase the latest Victor Hardway erotica.
She left the swivel rack and returned to the checkout. Almost sneakily she rang up the book, kept her eyes down in focus to ring it up as quickly as possible. She placed the cash in the till, pushed the drawer closed, then quickly spun around to shove the book into her purse.
"Want me to sign it?" Victor's voice questioned.
Rosangela startled and the book dropped to the floor.
The door chimed and the giddy laughter disappeared into snowy outdoors.
Her head turned and she peered over her shoulder to discover the author of the book she just bought standing all smug on the other side of the checkout. She gave him a sarcastic quick smile then bent down to pick up the book.
