All shiny new things tarnish over time, so it was no surprise to me that Candi and I fell back into our humdrum life after a few weeks of light BDSM play. We were soon coming and going and eating and sleeping like two roommates just sharing a space, again. It was against that backdrop that I was surprised to find a photo Candi sent to me on the day that lull permanently came to an end.
"I think I need to be very bad," was all the message read. Attached was a photo she snapped of her dress pulled up over her hips. The photo was once again taken in the mirror except, this time, she was bent over and she had managed to zoom in on her spread ass cheeks.
Blood rushed to my heart and my cock immediately. I was staring into two neatly waxed gaping holes. Her little brown butthole was opened and ready for action and her yummy purple labia curtains were unfurled for my viewing pleasure. I smashed the speed dial for my executive assistant as fast as my hands would fly.
"Dot, can you cancel my appointments for the next hour or so?"
"Sure... everything ok?"
"Yeah..." my voice cracked. "Yeah, I just forgot I have a car repair appointment."
Praying she didn't sense something else was going on, and that she couldn't see the swelling in my trousers, I rushed down the hall, past the receptionist, and out the door. There was an elevator, but I didn't trust it in an emergency, so I raced down the steps. At least I hadn't slacked on my running regimen.
Just to keep the illusion alive, I actually did drive my car to the dealership.
"Needs a tune-up," I called anxiously to the tech who met me at the entrance.
It felt like the rental car counter was taking forever to find something I could drive. Anything would have worked, as I just needed a cover vehicle for a couple house. The minutes passed and I was soon worrying someone was going to notice my absence at work if I was away too long. I checked my watch again and again and, eventually, the sporty little coupe just like mine, only in silver, arrived and I was on my way.
Around the corner from our office was a little shop that stood alone on a corner lot. Multiple efforts to run the shop out of this nice little technology-driven section of town had failed, as had re-zoning efforts. We often joked about the little shop around our office. One time, Dom and I even visited to humor ourselves. I don't think the store employees appreciated our sense of humor about their place of employment. On this particular day, however, I was thrilled I could breeze into the shop so I could begin my plot.
"Can I help you?" Asked the woman behind the counter.
I took a minute to get my bearings. All around me, leather whips and restraints hung from the walls. The shelves were lined with dildos and vibrators in their plastic blister wrap. In the back, there were rows of porn Blu-Rays and DVDs. My attention snapped over to the direction of the voice.
"Yes... I am looking for some handcuffs."
Her name tag said "Ransom" and under that it read "manager." She looked like she was well informed on anything I could find in the store. She wore a thin leather choker around her neck with a pendant hanging from. Her nasal septum was pierced with a small silver horseshoe shaped ring, and her hair was shaved almost to the scalp on one side. This curvy young black woman wasn't afraid of who she was.
"We might have a few of those." She also wasn't afraid to give a new customer a little lip, I discovered.
I liked the sass. Nobody at work would dare speak to me like this, and it was refreshing to be around someone who wasn't desperate to please me.
"How about a metal set with a little bit of length to them?"
"Now you're talking, follow me."
I couldn't help take a peek down to her thick posterior. The plaid skirt stopped just above her knees, revealing a pair of muscular legs. High tops on her feet suggested she had some sense of fun.
"This long enough for you?" She snapped the chain that connected a pair of steel handcuffs. It looked like it could but tightened if you really wanted someone restrained or pulled back, say if you wanted to attach the cuffs somewhere.
"I'll take it."
"Anything else catch your eye?" Ransom asked as we passed by cases full of vibrators and dildos back toward the front counter.
"As a matter of fact... I'll take that one," I answered, pointing to a pink vibrating dildo big enough to intimidate me but small enough to fit into my wife without breaking her. It was quite the piece of work, with realistic looking veins running down each side.
"The Bossman 2000. I like your style." Ransom smiled a nodded as she pulled a chain hidden beneath her low cut tank top. She used the attached key to unlock the case and pull the huge fake cock from its case.
"It's a gift," I informed her.
"It always is," she winked back. "Hey, you don't have a friend who comes in here, do you? I can't give out names but there's a guy who kinda looks like you. Kinda dresses like you. Kinda gives off your vibe...?"
My brain raced. She definitely was not working here last time Dom and I stumbled in after a couple lunchtime cocktails to crack jokes and chase each other around with the merchandise. Dom bought some porn just to make it up to the staff.
"I don't think so. My name is Jackson, though. If you see 'my friend', please tell him I said hello," I bravely responded back. Maybe this kindred spirit and I could exchange tips, I thought.
"My name is Ransom," she pulled her name tag out for me to see.
"Nice to meet you. Given name or...?"
"A name I have given myself. Listen, if you want to get a little more out of your new accessories, there are regular classes I teach nearby," she eagerly offered a flyer to me.
"Thanks but maybe another time." I was happy to make a new friend but wasn't ready to get that friendly. Who knew, maybe in time the classes she was offering would actually be helpful.
