The Aren Files - No Returns

Josh was behind the counter of a local sex shop, fulfilling the glorious job of redressing one of the mannequins into the lingerie that just came on sale yesterday. With a neutral expression, he started to put on the bra, making sure the straps were adjusted correctly. Who knew that he would end up as a cashier at an adult shop.

In any case, he heard the ding of the shop door, the man abandoning the half-naked mannequin to return to the counter. He offered the middle-aged woman a smile and welcomed her, "hello there! Thank you for visiting Ribbons and Romance, was there anything in particular you were looking for today?"

The curvaceous customer gave him a sour look and waived her perfectly manicured hand, "no, just let me browse."

"Alright, maam. Let me know if you need anything."

This was met with a bit of a haughty eye-roll, the woman sauntering off to look around at different things in the store. Her sleeveless black and white polka-dotted dress swayed as she walked, those two-inch black heels clicking rhythmically on the floor. Though her blonde hair was short, it certainly didn't look low-maintenance, though her entire personage was devoid of any hint that she accepted anything less than what she thought she deserved. As to how highly she regarded herself, it was obvious in the straightness of her back and the arrogant air she put on.

Well, if she didn't want any help, then that was a-okay with Josh. After all, dear old Abigail wouldn't dress herself. Returning to a workbench still in view of the store, he lifted the silky pink panties up the doll's curves, settling it where it needed to be before grabbing the matching stockings. With great care, he slid them up the smooth plastic and tightened the ribbons slightly to make sure they wouldn't fall down while on display. He would be lying if the mannequin hadn't made an appearance in his dreams more than once, but it was one of those things you just didn't talk about.

At first he had found it awkward to be doing all manner of sex shop tasks in front of people, but now he felt... well, he still felt awkward, but he now didn't let it affect him. You could get used to a lot while working in a place like this.

"Ahem."

"AHEM."

The man looked up, having been lost in thought. "Ah yes, sorry about that. How can I help?" He moved to the counter and put on his customer service smile.

"I want to return this." She set a silk baggie down on the counter before placing a vibrator on top of it. It looked clean, but there was a pubic hair hanging out near the base of it.

Josh groaned internally- it was never a fun job to tell a customer "no," especially ones who didn't seem very friendly to begin with. Still, there wasn't much he could do about the situation.

"I'm sorry ma'am, but we don't accept returns here, especially with already used items."

She scoffed. "What? That's ridiculous- it's never been used! I just took it out of the case to check the batteries!"

"Why didn't you bring it in with the box then?"

"I lost it, obviously."

They stared at each other for a moment, the woman with a look of indignation, the man with an almost bewildered look. There was no way she could seriously expect them to take it back, right? Based on her expression though, it seemed like she thought she was completely in the right. He was going to have to be firm with her in that case.

"I'm sorry, but you can't return it. That's our policy. Please remove your toy from the counter."

"This is awful customer service! I am a paying customer and this is how you handle this simple request?!" She seethed for a moment before getting a bit of a smirk on her face. "Well... if you can't do returns, then what about an exchange?"

Reaching into her little shopping basket, she took out a vibrator and a bottle of lube and cleaner and set them down next to her own toy. "The vibrators are about the same price, and you can throw in the other two things for the emotional distress you've caused me."

Aghast, the cashier simply couldn't find words for a moment before reaching up and rubbing the back of his neck. "I'm really sorry that you can't return that item, but we don't accept returns or trade-ins. We just can't. It's company policy and I can tell you've already used that. I can see one of your... hairs on it." It was uncomfortable to say, but it needed to be said. Hopefully the woman would see reason once he put his foot down.

Karen looked like she might blow a gasket, her face getting red as she realized that she wasn't going to be getting what she wanted. Her mouth had opened before her eyes had flicked to his nametag, noticing the title of Manager already there, thus eliminating that option from her arsenal of tactics.

"I'll show you what a used toy looks like, because obviously you don't even know, idiot!" Those red lips of hers spat.

With that, she snatched the new toy off the counter, turned, and knocked a bunch of lubes off a nearby table to clear it off. Josh flinched, unsure of what to do since it seemed she was intent on throwing a fit and destroying some of the store's items. Though what happened next surprised him, rooting him to the spot as though his feet were stuck in hardened cement.

She hiked up her dress and climbed on top of the now-cleared table, sitting down and starting to wiggle out of her underwear. When her lacy black thong was hanging off her left ankle, she spread her legs in full view of the counter and rested her high-heels on the corners of the table. In that position, the manager could see everything: her thighs, her ass, and her moist pussy. It was mostly shaved, though she maintained a landing strip.

Karen made sure to make smug eye-contact with him before grabbing a knocked-over bottle of test lube (strawberry flavored). It was dribbled over the vibrator before she moved it between her legs. The silicone was so soft it made her bite her lip in anticipation. Her pussy had already been heating up at the idea of getting her hands on a new toy, so combined with the lube, it would probably slide in easily. This didn't stop her from simply sliding it up and down her slick lips though.

"See? This is what a woman's pussy looks like, though I bet you've never actually seen one in-person before. A vibrator becomes used when it gets inserted like this." The head of the vibrator started to sink into her moist heat, the woman letting out a little moan as it entered her. A faint buzzing started as she pushed the button to turn it on.

It was one of those toys that was meant to be inserted but also had a separate part that branched out to rub against her clit.

"Mm... Do you like watching, pervert?" Karen asked with a sneer, "I bet that's why you work here. Degenerates like you always end up in seedy places like this."

Josh didn't have any response to offer other than his gaping mouth; he couldn't believe what he was witnessing. He was watching a woman fuck herself on a table in front of him, in the middle of the day, with little-to-no provocation. In his pants, his cock was definitely responding to the show, hardening and pressing against his boxers. The whole situation was strange and uncomfortable, yet somehow erotic.

On the table, Karen moaned softly as the toy vibrated, its length sliding in and out of her silky cunt. She couldn't help but squirm her hips slightly, the pleasure of the toy permeating her voluptuous body. It came to a point where she had to lay back on the table, closing her eyes as she huffed.

The hand that wasn't currently fucking herself with stolen merchandise slid up her body to cup her breast. It was round and plump, and though it wasn't apparent due to the shade of her dress, her nipples poked out against the stiff fabric.

"Fuck... I bet you wish you could fuck this pussy, don't you? You wish you could be as deep inside me as this dildo." A snicker was heard before she squeezed her breast gently. "Mm... Pathetic."

He swallowed hard, acknowledging inwardly that he was more than a little interested in what her pussy might feel like. It looked tight, gripping onto the toy every time it rocked in her hand. What would it have been like to walk around the counter, zip down his pants and take her? Would she mewl and beg him to keep going or would she continue to degrade him? How juicy would her pussy feel as it massaged his cock?

With a shake of his head he dispelled those thoughts. He was a manager with a duty to the store and that kind of situation would never actually happen. Even with that cleared up within him, he still couldn't help but watch Karen drip onto the table in the midst of her personal paradise.

She lifted her head to look in-between her large tits toward the counter, noticing that he was still just staring before she laid back again. "Most men would have at least started jacking off, but maybe you're just impotent. I wouldn't be surprised since you seem pretty spineless."

Once her snide comment had been made, she started to fuck herself with more enthusiasm, panting and moaning over the slick sounds between her legs. The buzzing became a bit louder with the press of a button, part of the vibrator grinding deliciously against her delicate pearl.

It was so hot watching her lose her composure. He would have said "no" if someone had asked him that morning if he was a MILF fan, but now he wasn't so sure. Sure she was a bit older, but there was no denying that she knew how to move her body in a way that was devilishly provocative. The light caught her glossy black heels as her hips lifted from the table, almost as though she was demanding his full, undivided attention.

"Oh shit!" she cried, her thighs trembling while the toy reached a fever pace. It seemed the moment of climax had arrived, her face screwed up from the intensity of her orgasm. It made her body arch, and soon she was unable to continue to thrust as fast, her wrist movements causing the vibrator to grind against her every time she slowly rolled her body. Obviously she wanted to milk it for all it was worth (which in this case was approximately $270 for that particular model).

The only sound in the shop was the sound of her panting as she relaxed her body and simply laid there, Josh still behind the counter looking like a deer in headlights.

After their non-existent standoff, she sighed and eased the toy out of her satisfied pussy. It almost seemed as if her pussy was loathe to give it up, but it soon was freed from her greedy grip. He continued to watch as she set it down on the table beside her and sat up, scooting off the edge to her feet. Though she was very wet, she didn't seem to have a problem simply pulling up her thong and then straightening out her dress as though nothing had happened. Her brazenness knew no bounds, as her next move was to completely clean the toy with one of the store cleaners and a stocking.

At first he was a bit confused as to why she would even bother to clean it, but then he got his answer. Karen put the toy, the cleaner, and the lube into her purse and glared at him as though challenging him to say anything about it.

Thankfully he was able to at least protest. "Ma'am, you... you can't..." He swallowed again and cleared his throat. "You can't just take the toy without paying for it."

Raising her eyebrow, she walked to the counter and took the original used toy and put it in the silky bag before it too went into her purse.

"It's already been used. No returns, remember? I hope you know I'm going to be filing a complaint with your corporate office to tell them how much you fail at your job. With that piss-poor customer service of yours, they'll probably fire you." With that said, she strutted out of the store without even giving him a chance to recover from that extremely flawed logic.

Now with only Josh in the store, he tried to recover from what had just happened. He could still make out the heady scent of arousal and sweat, her fluids still on the table. It wasn't clear what in the hell gave her the idea that her course of action would be best, but what was clear was that he had a shop to clean, a police report to file, and a boner to take care of.