Somehow, Emily made it through a day of selling copy after copy of the magazine where she, the cover girl, invited readers to wank and cum on her tits, without locking the doors on some random guy, dropping to her knees again and inviting them to do it for real. The situation was ludicrously exciting.
She was finding it harder and harder to resist, and she knew almost any of the guys visiting her shop would jump at the chance. But she also knew that if she wanted to be allowed to continue trading, she'd need to be more discreet than that -- at least most of the time anyway.
Most of the passing trade stopped around seven, it was her chance to relax again. She was closing her eyes and considering flicking the butterfly vibrator back on when the bell on the door rang. Looking up, she saw the pretty face of Shannon.
"Oh, hello!" Emily smiled warmly.
"Hi!" Shannon smiled back. "I was passing, so thought I'd drop in."
"You said you would. It's nice to get a visitor. How's things?"
Pleasantries were exchanged before Emily revealed what had happened with Graham, the young barman she'd invited back to the shop yesterday evening.
"Emily! What the fuck! You've got a thing about younger guys, haven't you? He's the same age as me!"
Emily had wondered whether she had a thing for younger men. It was true that Graham, Shannon's brother Richard, and Ryan were all much younger than her. And there was something really gratifying about making a horny, inexperienced young guy's dreams come true.
Shannon didn't know, but Emily had also sucked her father's cock last week. This was at least as exciting to her. So, on balance, Emily didn't feel that age was too important. For her, the only really important thing was that a man had a nice, hard cock for her.
Emily told Shannon all about her fun with her old classmate Graham, and again couldn't help but notice her increasing interest in the detail. Shannon had a rising envy of Emily's uninhibited life. In truth, if it wasn't for the fact that her fiancé Stephen, Emily's son, wouldn't like it, and that she'd earn a reputation, she'd have no problem doing exactly the things that Emily, unhindered by such trivialities, actively sought out and enjoyed.
Shannon knew she'd be reliving Emily's experience, in her head, when she and Stephen had sex that evening. Stephen was the reason for her visit.
"So, I've been thinking about what we were discussing yesterday..."
During their drunken meet up yesterday afternoon, it had been agreed that Emily needed to make her son aware of her new modelling career. If she didn't it was only a matter of time before he found out for himself. She was becoming a regular in the magazines on the top shelf in her shop, so it was a surprise he didn't know already.
"Yeah, about that..." Emily adopted a sheepish expression, biting her lip and grimacing slightly. "I think the situation has changed quite a bit since yesterday."
"What? Shannon frowned in disbelief. "What else have you done in the twenty-four hours since I last saw you?" Emily pointed over to the top shelf, where a few copies of 'Park Lane' still remained unsold.
Shannon did a double take, looking up at the magazine, then back at Emily, then back again a couple of times, her jaw dropping.
"Emily! Oh my god!" was all she had to say. She rushed over and picked the magazine up, examining the cover thoroughly before opening it up and turning to the start of Emily's shoot.
That Emily could be found inside the pages of these illicit publications was one thing. But being there on the cover, the figurehead of that month's magazine, enticing people to look inside where she'd be fully exposed for all to see, that was something else.
Emily watched Shannon carefully. She spent a long time taking in each and every picture, giving an audible gasp when she got to the centrefold. She then retraced her steps, looking at each picture with what could have been distaste or admiration, she gave away nothing.
Emily noticed her reading the disgusting little quotes alongside the shoot, shaking her head in what she assumed was disgust at her future mother in law declaring her love for stranger's sperm.
Eventually Shannon raised her head and made eye contact.
"Jesus Christ Emily!"
Emily heaved a sigh of relief, as Shannon's expression was not, as she'd feared, one of disgust and disapproval. If anything, there was a hint of admiration in her eyes.
"Oh Shannon. I've been beside myself all day -- so horny! I never dreamed in a million years I might one day be on the cover of a magazine. But like this! Can you imagine standing behind the counter whilst man after man hands over his money for the magazine with you on the cover, inviting anyone who feels the need to wank over you?
"And knowing that on the inside they'll find you spread across the centrefold, everything out on display. And they'll be rock hard, pulling those cocks frantically over you, reading about how much you love to be covered in stranger's spunk?"
Shannon could feel Emily's excitement, her intense arousal at this bizarre situation she'd very carefully and deliberately manufactured for herself. It was contagious, and Shannon found herself trying to imagine how she'd react if she was in this situation.
"Emily," Shannon replied, slowly. "This is so difficult for me. On the one hand, you are the mother of my fiancé. I feel like our relationship is becoming very different to how it's supposed to be."
She paused, again flicking through Emily's pictures in the magazine.
"But on the other hand, I feel like I've got to know you now, and you're a friend. And I can't deny that I'm fascinated by the things you are doing -- jealous even, if I'm honest."
Emily wasn't expecting this.
"Jealous? Really?"
"Yes. I know this probably isn't what I'm supposed to say -- I'm marrying your son for fuck's sake! But if I wasn't, if I was a single woman, and I had no worries about friends or family finding out... Let's just say I might be right alongside you. I've been struggling to sleep at night, I can't stop thinking about the things you've told me."
"Thanks, Shannon." Emily said. "It's really nice to feel like there's someone who might understand the stuff I've been feeling. Do you think I'm OK?"
"How do you mean?"
"I mean, like you say, it's not normal, is it, all of this? I tell you what I've noticed. I get guys approaching me all the time -- at the party, here in the shop, in the pub, whatever. But as soon as they make a move, that's the end of any interest I might have.
"But when I'm feeling like I need some, I don't know, some illicit encounter of some kind, I'll just offer myself up to the first suitable guy."
"Like Richard?" Emily hadn't known it at the time, but Shannon's brother Richard had been a grateful recipient of one of her invitations and had happily masturbated over her breasts. Emily grinned, safe in the knowledge that Shannon bore her no ill will -- she seemed to find the whole thing quite amusing.
"Exactly!" Emily smiled. "It's like I need the thrill of seeing the reaction as some stranger suddenly realises he's going to see me naked, to get his cock out and just pull himself off all over me. It turns me on so fucking much. But as soon as he's done, it's 'see you later' -- I have absolutely no interest at all in getting to know a guy, sharing interests, hobbies, going to the cinema, none of that."
"You sound like most men's ideal woman!"
"I know right?"
Emily went on to tell Shannon all about Pavel and what she now realised was a bit of a sexual awakening.
"I think I probably made up my mind, subconsciously, that it wasn't worth getting attached to a man. But I've discovered I crave exposure, male attention. I get such a rush, such a thrill, when I know I'm the object of desire for a guy. And then that feeling multiplies with each man. I'm absolutely fine with all this, what I've been doing. I'm really hoping you aren't going to try to get me to stop, for Stephen's sake."
Shannon remembered why she was here, tearing her eyes away from Emily's moist and open cunt on the pages of 'Park Lane'.
"I wasn't. To be honest, I was hoping you had some ideas. All I know is he can't find out that I've known all about it, and not told him."
"That puts the onus on me. I know, it's obviously my responsibility, he's my son. I've never really... what do you think his attitude is to, you know..." She nodded at the magazine, still open at Emily's set.
"Porn?" Shannon said. "Honestly, I don't know. I mean most guys look, right?"
Right on cue the door opened and a man in his thirties strolled in, making straight for the display of magazines. Emily smiled at Shannon, nodding over to him as he did a double-take, looking over his shoulder at Emily, then back at the cover of 'Park Lane'.
"Yes, it's me!" Emily called over to him. "That one's been selling like hot cakes today, you'd better buy it if you want it, it's going to sell out soon enough!"
Shannon stepped to one side as he approached. She noticed that Emily didn't move the open copy of the magazine on the counter, meaning her centrefold was staring blatantly at the man as he handed her a five-pound note.
"I hope you like it!" she called after him as he turned, tucking the magazine inside his jacket.
"Oh my god!" Shannon gasped, wide-eyed. "I know that guy, he drives the bus I get to work! I can't believe you just left that there for him to see!" Emily's picture smiled out at them, cunt spread wide.
"Well, he's taking it home with him anyway, isn't he?" Emily laughed. "I do this sort of thing all the time, now. It's fun, the guys like it and so do I!"
Shannon couldn't help but laugh along. Emily's attitude and sheer lust for exposure was infectious. She found herself agreeing with the older woman -- why shouldn't she have her fun like this -- who was it harming? Certainly not the male populace of the town it seemed -- not least her brother, who'd had a noticeable spring in his step in recent weeks.
"Yeah, well, we still need to work out what to do with Stephen. The truth is, we've not spoken about anything like this, you know, porn. You brought him up -- you must have some idea what he'd think about it?"
"You'd think so, wouldn't you. I do remember he had a poster of one of those page three girls on his wall, when he was younger. Oh yes, and there were a couple of dirty mags under his mattress. I used to pretend I hadn't noticed them when I made his bed."
"Oh really?" Shannon raised her eyebrows. "Well then, he's got to understand a little bit, right?"
Emily still had no idea how to approach this, but accepted Shannon's invitation over to dinner the next day.
She arrived with a bottle of wine, and enjoyed Shannon's meal, telling Stephen what a lucky boy he was to have such a beautiful, intelligent and capable young woman agree to be his wife.
