This is Part II of Janie's experience during the summer of 2000 in Wisconsin.
Summer waned and the Midwestern heat-wave gradually subsided. Mariah and I were engaged in a very passionate, albeit sporadic love affair. Because the internship was so intensive, we rarely had time to make love. In fact, after the first encounter, we had only fucked three times in one week.
Each time, Mariah would initiate contact when I was studying the hardest (Of course, I didn't mind a little study-break), and would use her trusty black dildo on me before making me eat her sweet cunt. I couldn't complain; Mariah was a great fuck. She was better at fucking me with a strap-on than many men from my past had with the real thing! She had only let me fuck her with the toy once, in the beginning, but I was itching for another go.
To be honest, the strap-on had seen better days. One of the straps was broken and even duct tape couldn't hold it together during one of our wild fucking sessions. In my opinion, a new toy was in need. So I brought up the idea of a little shopping spree over lunch the following day.
"So... I feel we need to go shopping for a new 'Man'," I said in a low voice.
Mariah shot me a puzzled look from across the table.
"I don't have time for a man right now! Especially since fucking you takes all my energy," she winked at me. She flung her long honey-colored hair over her shoulder.
I continued my sales pitch, "I mean our 'Black Man' needs a funeral. We need to find a sex shop."
Finally the circuit connected upstairs and Mariah giggled. "Yeah, that strap has seen better days. I feel like white trash lesbians using duct tape to help the situation."
I nearly choked on my iced tea.
"Hey, I'm the only true white girl here, and I take offense to that," I laughed sarcastically.
"Well, I'm half white so I can be half as trashy then."
"So, shall we spend a few of our hard-earned bucks on novelty items tonight?"
"Let's."
"Good, I'll check online after lunch for a trendy and tasteful place and let you know what I found on the drive home," I said.
She smiled at me mischievously, "Great, then we're in for an adventure tonight."
After work and an evening shower, Mariah and I went about our plan of acquiring a new lover, the plastic kind. Mariah wore a red V-neck sheer top and a black bra clearly visible, yet tasteful, underneath. She completed the look with a flowing denim skirt and high-heel sandals. I wore and black/white polka-dot skirt and a lime green tank-top, with a sheer parka and large lime green earrings. We stopped for dinner at an Italian place a few blocks from the dorm. Since Mariah had the car, I got to indulge in a few glasses of wine.
"So what's the place called again?" she asked me in a loud voice. The music and din of the crowd was drowning out our conversation.
It felt weird shouting, "Pinky's Naughty Delights" in a roomful of people.
Mariah raised her eyebrows in either shock or approval, I couldn't tell.
"It's Downtown?"
I nodded, "Of course."
"Let's hit the record store first, I don't want to walk into that place reeking of garlic."
I smiled at her, "Then don't eat any."
"I'm not, it's just in the air here!" she laughed.
The parking lot for Pinky's was almost empty on a Wednesday night. The place was well lit outside, large, and to conform to its own cliché, painted a bright pink color. The windows were vast and full of display items such as lingerie-clad mannequins, feather boas, whips, chains, insanely tall platform shoes, and a collection of classy and not-so-classy wigs.
Mariah and I held hands as we climbed the manicured steps up to the front door. I noticed the landscaping included large pink rose bushes and a fountain with a cherub statue pissing a strong stream of water. We both giggled as we passed it. The front door had an impressive pink and white stained glass theme of a naked woman and two swans. The whole atmosphere was sexy but the place seemed almost overdone and gaudy.
When we entered the one room house, I was surprised by how cozy it was. There was a real fire going in the fireplace and a faux fur rug on the floor in front of it, pink zebra print, of course. The retail set-up was easy to navigate and not cluttered. Under the dim lighting, I was amazed by the plethora of items to view. Clothing, sexy shoes, make-up, lingerie, swim-wear, and wigs made up a majority of the items in the shop.
"Hi, welcome! I'm Pinky, if you have any questions," announced the sales lady behind the counter. She was older, probably close to fifty years old. She reminded me of a modern-day Mrs. Roper from Three's Company: too much make-up, too much jewelry, and obvious plastic surgery. The owner really fit the décor. I laughed under my breath after contemplating if Pinky was in fact a man.
I noted a few couples in the shop and they both turned to check us out when Pinky made the ruckus in welcoming us. One couple disappeared behind a beaded curtain (they were penis-shaped beads!) into another room.
"Oh, that's the most popular room tonight!" Pinky winked at us. "Are you girls strippers?"
"Uh, no..." Mariah continued, "But thanks for assuming."
"Oh, I didn't mean it in a bad way, Hun. Most of my customers are in the erotic entertainment biz. If you wanna check out the private room, Vivian's in there to answer any questions you might have. She is very knowledgeable about our products," Pinky explained.
Mariah and I nodded at her in unison, hoping to shut her up. One couple left the shop as the pink clock on the wall started groaning in orgasm that it was 11-o'clock.
"The clock screams for each hour," Pinky explained proudly. As if we couldn't figure that one out on our own. Mariah and I stared at the clock in disbelief as the eleventh scream was climatic. Mariah chuckled quietly. I just rolled my eyes. The phone rang and Pinky answered it with a well-rehearsed line.
After perusing for a few minutes and half-listening to Pinky's conversation, Mariah nudged me toward the beaded curtain. We walked through one at a time and were instantly greeted by a treasure trove of plastic novelty goodies. There were vibrators and dildos, fake vaginas, nipple clamps, butt plugs and blow-up dolls. There was even a blow-up sheep doll! All the products were arranged neatly and well-organized by size, and my jaw dropped when I saw the massive proportions of some of the toys. My pussy instantly juiced up when I saw the selection of strap-ons and double-ended dildos, obviously meant for lesbian lovers.
Vivian greeted us with a simple nod and smile, looking right into our eyes. She stared a little longer than necessary at us. I could tell that she caught on quickly that Mariah and I were more than just friends. There was one other couple in the small room, and they were busy looking at vibrators.
Vivian was my age, shorter than me by a few inches, even with her insane platform shoes. She had on a spiked leather collar and an ultra-mini leopard print skirt. The top she wore was a black number that tied in the front and left little to the imagination. She wore a pink nametag and a belt equipped with popular sex toys and other items. Her hair was loose and hung above her shoulders in a black bob. Mariah and I stole glances of her small frame and large chest. Although she was petite, she definitely was not skinny and had some nice curves goin' on.
