Lisa Lum pushed the re-stock cart through her parent's video rental store as she had done almost every evening for the past six years. The tension around the store was thick enough to cut. First Blockbuster, then Amazon.com, and now Netflix was steadily eating away at the rental business, and Lisa's father had become bitter and resentful. He pushed himself with a firm belief in 'Asian Superiority'. Failure was un-acceptable. He pushed himself to the limit, and pushed his family as well.
As long as she could remember, Lisa was working. If not in the family laundry, travel agency and Video store, then on her studies and violin. There was little 'down time' for little Lisa. She envied other college students that played their time away at University. Every day she became just a little more frustrated with her life. She found herself fantasizing about doing something reckless and crazy – anything – anything that her father might disapprove of.
The dwindling Video business was close to folding. She worked here without pay most evenings and studied between sparse customer traffic. There was a time when re-stocking the shelves was a full time job for 2-3 people. Now it could be easily tackled in a half an hour. Their customers had shifted from families and locals to what Lisa called the 'porn wierdos'. They were mostly middle-aged, nervous looking men. Some were actually pretty normal looking and there was even the occasional female. She found it particularly embarrassing to rent porn to women. She actually found it easier to deal with the shifty eyed perverts.
She had only watched parts of porn videos, usually in an attempt to repair them. She found the lurid sex scenes of men with huge penises and women with silicone breasts interesting but contrived. Months earlier, one of the regular 'wierdos' had reported a jammed VHS cassette titled "Flowers and Lipstick". She had found from experience that running a video back and forth via fast-forward and rewind would sometimes dislodge a frozen tape. She ran the tape in the back room, forward, rewind, forward, and pressed 'play' to see if it had freed. The screen displayed two women kissing passionately. She watched for close to five minute before someone jingled the front-door bells. She stopped the video had hurried to the front. Ever since then, she had been fascinated by the idea of women kissing. It was so exotic and forbidden. She knew about lesbian sex, and had seen many of the video jackets. It was the idea of kissing that excited her and caused her nipples to stand erect that afternoon.
She finished stocking the 'Perv Room' and returned to here studies beside the cash register. When the door jingled, Lisa looked up to see a sophisticated looking tall, blonde woman who appeared to be in her mid thirties. She was lean and svelte, in a tailored pantsuit that accentuated her long legs. She smiled with a curt 'good evening' and proceeded directly to the back of the store. Lisa was a bit surprised when the woman made her way through the beads into the 'adult selections' room. She didn't seem like the type. After several minutes, the lovely blonde emerged with a single DVD. She laid it on the counter. The title was 'Flowers and Lipstick'. Lisa was immediately befuddled. As she reached for the video, she knocked the stapler and a cup of pens off of the counter. She nervously apologized, gathering the items from the floor. When she returned to the counter, the blonde was reading her textbook upside-down.
"Shelley. Studying poetry?"
Lisa answered quickly, tongue-tied. "Umm, yeah. I have a test tomorrow".
"I love Shelley. Check out
Love's Philosophy
. It's my favorite".
She smiled. "Yes, I will. Do you have a card with us?"
"No, I'm afraid not. Can I open an account?"
Lisa slid over a clipboard. "Sure, just fill out the top part, and I'll need a credit card."
The woman filled the form and produced a Visa card that Lisa ran through the Veriphone.
"OK, you're all set. It's due back Saturday, Enjoy."
The woman gave a somewhat naughty smile and purred, "Oh... I will" and left with a girlish wave.
Lisa looked down at the form attached to the clipboard. The name read Carolyn Armstrong. She lived in the neighborhood, just blocks away.
She paged through her textbook and found
Love's Philosophy.
The last verse made her heart skip a beat:
And sunlight clasps the earth
And moonbeams kiss the sea
What is all this sweet work worth
If thou not kiss me?
Before Lisa locked the store for the night, she grabbed a copy of '
Flowers and Lipstick
'. When she arrived home, she went straight to her bedroom and locked the door. She changed from her jeans into sweatpants, opened her laptop and started the DVD.
It was a somewhat contrived story about a stern female executive and her young ditzy assistant. After bringing, her coffee, the auburn haired assistant is approached by her boss. The scene Lisa had watched months before in the store unfolded, a long passionate series of sloppy kissing. Lisa was mesmerized. A hypnotizing dance of tongues and lips played out for several minutes. As silly and contrived as the story was, she was sure that the passion between these to beauties was genuine.
Lisa was almost instantly aroused. She couldn't remember ever being this horny, this quickly. She removed her bra beneath her t-shirt and began tugging absent-mindedly at her left nipple. Electric shocks pulsed through her body as the two women on the screen began to touch and kiss each others breasts. Lisa's other hand found its way below, tickling her labia beneath the material of her sweats.
On the laptop screen, the red haired assistant was having her panties removed by her boss, exposing her bright red bush. The executive cooed, and kissed her assistant deeply on the mouth, breasts and stomach. It was a long, drawn out seduction, and Lisa was breathing deeply from arousal. Her hand now beneath her sweats, she teased the slick lips of her pussy. When the blonde's face pressed against the redhead's sex, Lisa furiously rubbed her engorged clitoris causing her to cry out in the midst a gut-wrenching orgasm. Every muscle tensed as she came, and her entire body was covered in sweat. Panting, she sat back on the bed, amazed at what had just happened.
She was out of breath and exhausted when she heard a knock at the door.
"Lisa, are you home?" She heard her father say in Chinese.
Slamming the laptop shut, she answered in English "Yes father. I'm here."
"Ok then. Goodnight." She was relieved. She certainly didn't want to discuss the night's gross in the store or her studies with him now. Not after what just happened. Feeling the need to pee, she went into the bathroom.
She finished, wiped, then stood and looked at herself in the full length mirror. She was pretty, in a very asian-waifish sort of way. She was short, 5' 4" and weighed only 103 pounds. She had long jet-black hair and pale, un-blemished skin. She stripped off her shirt and sweatpants and evaluated herself, turning from side to side. Her small breasts were topped by large, brown nipples. They were still hard from arousal. She had a sparse patch of hair curling up from her crotch, and a tiny waist. She turned to look at her backside. It was somewhat flat, but not unnoticeable. She turned to face herself and imagined another woman looking at her naked body. The thought aroused her again as she tugged her nipples. She sat down on the closed toilet and rubbed her whole pussy with an open hand with long, even strokes. The feeling was incredible, and she masturbated to orgasm again, there in the bathroom.
The next she found herself hurrying from school to the store. She couldn't remember ever being in a hurry to get there; long hours for no pay didn't provide much motivation.
When she arrived, her father was fretting over the books. "Business bad. Very very bad. I'm going to sell. Video business no good."
"Sorry Dad" Lisa answered. He packed his briefcase and left. That was Dad. Unceremonious. She pushed the half-full restock card to the back of the store, through the beads into the Adult room. As she shelved the DVDs and tapes, she found herself lingering among the dust covers. They were the usual photos of large cocks in mouths, naked women with phoney breasts and explicit sex. Some of the women were beautiful. She realized that she was looking at women in a completely new way. The curves, the soft skin and silky underwear were so beautiful. She looked with great curiosity at the girls pussies. She never looked at one closely, even her own. They were quite lovely, like orchids. Each was different in its own way. She remembered being embarrassed when an art teacher had pointed out the most of Georgia O'Keefe's work was inspired by the female anatomy.
