Damn it all to hell! Christy hated MEN.
She took a deep breath. No, that wasn't true. She was just so damn frustrated, she thought, as she stomped across the east side mall. She had been trying to get Calvin to notice her for at least a year now. How could he miss her? She was tall and statuesque and as a senior cheerleader she had the body most women could only dream of having, she thought her long legs and flaring hips were her best features but most men, and a few women, only noticed her for her large but perky breasts. Gods, why was the boy so clueless? How could he see that he not crave his touch along her blonde mane? To stare with passion into her eyes as he ran his fingers across her lithe body? She had flirted with him, had been his lab partner in class, she once even let him 'accidentally' see up her skirt! What had it gotten her? Nothing! He ignored her completely. Even her friends had started telling her to give up on him as a lost cause.
Gods, she needed stress relief. Since sex with Calvin was out of the question, she decided on the next best thing: shopping! She stormed into a new shop, a place called Fetishes'. Since she had never been to this shop, it meant one thing: the thrill of new and exotic product lines.
Christy was no stranger to adult entertainment stores: she used toys when her head filled with fantasies of Calvin and she needed a good frig. Fantasies of his small but trim frame forcing her down, of watching his shoulders flex as their bodies intertwined. Christy suppressed a shudder as images of Calvin moved through her mind with his dark features yet strangely bright eyes. This place was the classiest sex shop she had ever seen. The walls where done tastefully with curtained walls and vaulted ceilings and featured all sorts of pleasure toys, from chains to beads, and some things she had never seen before. Things that looked more like the belonged in aerobics shops yet featured oddly phallic protrusions, Yet others looked like toy pistols the children would play with were it not for their obtusely sexual nature. Mannequins were dressed in leather and silk fineries. Soothing yet pulsing music played, and the shop seemed to even smell of eroticism.
"Hello, how can I help you?" Christy turned around to see a buxom girl just shorter than herself perhaps coming up to 5'4''The sales girl looked like an extra from an elven flick. Her outfit was tight and, while revealing no skin, left nothing to the imagination. Her short skirt revealed her long stockings in forest blues and greens. The girl even had a set of elfin ears poking out of her brilliant golden hair. As Christy appraised the girl she was almost jealous of the Sales-elf girl's charms.
"I am here to buy something," Christy said petulantly, remembering the anxiety between her legs. "Sell me on something!" The Sales-elf-girl quickly apprised her customer. "Well you have nice thighs, bouncy hair and 'titties', a good 'booty,' legs, and your eyes show that you are passionate," she said to the new customer, proud to be learning the proper local terms.
"Yeah well, I am a cheerleader, it kinda' comes with the job description," Christy responded before looking around at the variety of outfits.
"Well, um what do you feel is lacking from your love life than?"
Christy exhaled blowing a tuff her golden hair from her face. "Well, there is the guy in class and..." She was cut off as the sales-elf-girl suddenly grabbed her hand. With surprise on her face, Christy was led into the store sitting area. There she was sat down, directly across from a full size mirror; Christy could see the sales girl standing in the reflection. She motioned for Christy to continue her tale, and as she did she ran her hands down Christies shoulders. Suddenly Christy knew she could trust this person, she was like an old and dearest friend.
"He, well, he is a geek, but not... He hangs out with geeks and all, but he is really handsome, and smart. One time Tony made fun of him and Calvin tore him a new one with just words and Tony cried, but he deserved for making fun of people." The elf girls hand reached around Christy pulling aside the hair from her face, her eyes apprising of her long sculpted neck. "He runs the tutoring center and helps people; he is a really nice guy" The sales girl nodded knowingly as Christy told of her hardships. "And I really like him."
"Have you told him how you feel? " the woman asked bring her head to rest upon Christies shoulder, while making eye contact with her reflection.
"Well no... I give him all the right signals, but he just doesn't respond." Christy responded turning her head to look the elf in the face, renewing the eye contact she had lost.
"Well," the elf-girl said slowly, "it sounds like he is gay. And if that's the case you'll need a penis." She said loking her stare back at Christ while running a hand slowly across her thigh. "Sounds like he wants something you can not give him." The buxom sales girl stood up abruptly and headed back out into the shop.
"Wait...NO, he is not gay!" Christy shouted after her, a little surprised at such the woman's conclusion.
"Are you sure?" The salesgirl responded, suspicion in her voice.
"Yes!" Christy was quite sure her dream boy was not queer bait.
"Sounds like you need to kick things up a notch. If you really like him, tell him, with a gesture," responded the sales girl. "Something serious."
"Oh yeah? Like what?"
The sales girl gave her a hooded, predatory smile, this had been the easiest sell of the day.
***
'I hate women,' Calvin said to himself. No, he corrected himself he just despised Christy. He hated her with a passion. Why Gods was she so cruel to him? She flaunted her beautiful body at him, came to his tutoring sessions, and even snagged him as her lab partner, just to torment him. Why? She was a gorgeous cheerleader, he was a nerd. She was above him in the food chain he was a loser. That is just how the world worked. Girls like her only wanted to be around people like him to get easy homework help and never really cared about his feelings. He was nothing but an ego boost a woman like that, before she would go back out with someone who had money to burn on her. Calvin took a deep breath, he had the apartment for the weekend and would not be bothered by the outside world, and roommates work, and he finally had some time to relax... Maybe a good chance to do some drawing...
Just as Calvin set out his drawing tablet and was begging to set up his pencils he heard a knock on his door. He went to open it wondering who it might be; even the salesman that plagued his neighbor hood new not bother with his door.
Christy stood in the doorway, dressed to impress. Having decided to look her best she wore her best heeled boots to shape her legs and rear. And to show it she ware her skin tight low rise hip hugging genes tied off with a tasseled belt. Her midriff stood bare except for her darling handcuff bellybutton ring. For a top she had settled on a short yet to small purple tank top to get the most out of her cleavage. Finally, around her neck was a fine lacy black choker, complete with a small heart shaped golden lock.
Christy stared back at Calvin. It was now or never! Her stomach was all aflutter, this was harder that performing in front of the stadium football crowds and the packed evening dance recitals. However, the girl at the shop has said men liked such gestures and she was definitely not going to back down now. She swallowed all her fear, closed her eyes, and held out her hands.
