Author´s note:
After a LOOONG time of neglecting this story I finally got to write some more!
Thanks to a very fun chat with a likeminded stranger today I found the inspiration not only to write chapter two, but keep it open ended to be able to add on more! Thank you, stranger, and if you ever read this, know that this exists thanks to YOU! :)
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After a short break at the cleaning station Guy was determined to keep looking around the store.
He knew there were more floors, but from where he stood he could also see sliding doors that led to a whole other section.
Curious, he zipped up his pants again and looked for the salesman, who was doing a sales pitch for another customer.
"You seem to rather enjoy this table. I've seen you come back to it at least three times now. I'd be remiss to tell you about our special sale. If you take one of the tables in this section, you get a 20 bucks discount in the accessory section."
Guy watched as the customer he talked to pushed into a doll that was bent over a round wooden table, the arms spread to the sides, fastened to small metal hooks on the underside.
The doll seemed to be running out of steam as well, as it barely moved when he pushed in and pulled out.
Then he noticed a pretty sizable puddle on the floor between the customer and the doll. It was an obvious mix of the man´s cum and the doll´s liquids. Guy wondered how often the floors were cleaned, as he didn´t step into any puddles of those sorts yet.
The more he saw about this store, the more impressed he got.
It seemed like a well working machine, and even though it was a big corporation the customer service seemed to be the top concern.
Guy would write a review online once he was home.
While he was admiring everything, the salesman was done, the table sold.
"I´m sorry for the wait," the man said with a smile. "One more happy customer, one less table. So, what can I do for you?"
Guy pointed to the sliding doors. "What's behind there?"
The salesman stepped past him, and gestured to Guy to follow him.
When they reached the doors they automatically slid open.
To Guy´s surprise instead of a small addition to the store they stood in what seemed to be a warehouse filled with rows and rows of shelves. It was like any big convenient store, with the exception of the isles being extra wide. While you might have trouble pushing two shopping carts next to each other in a regular store, here you could probably have three in one aisle, and still be able to comfortably walk around them.
"Here we have the replacements and accessory section," the salesman beamed.
"Need parts for your furniture? Need accessories for you or someone else? Or do you want to spice things up a bit at home? You came to the right place!"
Guy listened to the well rehearsed speech, nodding along.
Once what he just heard had sunk in, his head snapped back from looking around to the man next to him. "Spice things up? What do you mean?"
The salesman chuckled. "To the left you have multiple aisles filled with replacement parts. The middle aisles are for accessories of all kinds, and to the right you´ll find our quite sizable sex toy section. Oh, don´t look so surprised. We do not call ourselves Heart´s Desire for nothing. We basically sell all kinds of furniture, and make sure you can find things to do with, on, or around them.
So, now I would advise you to go over there, get yourself a shopping cart, and start exploring. I´ll be in the furniture section, but if you need anything, please feel free to ask any of my colleagues that roam these fine halls. Have a nice day."
With that he turned around, and left through the doors.
Guy was rather curious now.
He walked over to where the salesman pointed him. It was a similar sight to the doll station of the first part of the store, yet totally different at the same time.
The dolls weren't standing in a line this time. They were incorporated into shopping carts.
They had sturdy looking metal frames as one would expect from regular carts. Wheels, and a big basket on top. Though, other than other stores´ carts, fastened to the frames were the same rubber assistance dolls that he had already seen. Here, they were in different kneeling or lying positions. Some were kneeling backwards from the direction of movement, so that the "mouth" was right under the cart´s handle, others were basically on all fours, back against the underside of the basket. Others again were fixed a bit higher up, their bellies pressed against the underside of the basket, their legs fastened to the side of the handlebar.
There were many different positions, all having at least one hole easily accessible, and on the side there were buttons that seemed to change the height of the doll, so that everyone could adjust it to their needs.