Marissa Jones didn't know what made her do it - she had been thinking about Bruce Devlin and the way he had raped her in her office - well, tricked her, first into giving him a handjob and a blowjob, and then tricked her into letting him fuck her brains out on the small exam table in her office!
She was driving home from work several days later, and decided to take a different route. It was through a rougher part of town, old industrial buildings, and on one street a small adult video store.
Marissa pulled into the store, her graceful hands locked on the steering wheel. Why had she stopped here? She asked herself, and then shook her head - this was the best place to get what she wanted, she told herself, ignoring the fact that there was a much more upscale lingerie shop that sold the same stuff which was on her normal route home.
There were a lot of cars in the parking lot. She waited 40 minutes until most of them had left.
While she waited she asked herself again why she did not drive to one of the more upscale places, closer to where she lived and worked - actual lingerie stores instead of porn shops. She almost left a few times to go to one of them, but in the end sat there for another five minutes, and then climbed out of her car and walked to the large industrial door going into the shop.
She didn't stop to think about how she looked, with her hair pulled back in a tight braid, and her small nurses dress accentuating her curvy hips and ass and her large chest subtly accentuated by the slightly too tight dress.
She had never been in a porn store before - she and her husband were quite conservative about these matters! An older man, completely bald, buzzed her in through an inner door. There were posters all over the walls, and a life size cutout of a petite blonde on her knees with a giant cock shoved in her gasping mouth. A ripple of lust shot through her body as she remembered how young Mr. Devlin had made her suck his cock!
Marissa blushed and finally looked away - there were rows and rows of DVDs, and several doors off the main room. The bald man was behind a counter on her left side.
There were a couple of other men in the store - she thought one was a clerk, but two others were obvious customers; one was older, a bit overweight but at least 6' 5" with long, greasy looking hair. The other was a slim man in his early twenties.
She realized that they were all staring at her now, and the other clerk had come up next to her. He was somewhere in his thirties, with a buzz cut and a well defined body.
"What can we help you with, Ms.?"
"Um, Mrs. Jones," she said automatically. "Umm, I need some supplies for my school that my budget doesn't allow for," she said softly. The clerk next to her introduced himself as Jim; the guy behind the counter had a name tag on that read Shorty.
"Sure - we've got a full line of all types of things - dildoes, mice, the Dirty Sanchez kit - what were you looking for?" he asked. The woman was gorgeous, and the way she was biting her lower lip was driving Shorty crazy.
"Umm, I'm just looking for some basic lubricant," she said, looking from the clerk to the tall man who was now standing right next to her. He smiled down at her, and she muttered a soft "Hello," which he returned. She missed the nod between Jim and Shorty, and missed seeing Shorty bend down slightly to flip a few switches on the security system.
These locked the front door and turned off the Open sign, and started a much better video system than the normal security cameras.
"We've got a lot of different choices there," Shorty said, and motioned her further down the counter. The two men on her side of the counter flanked her, and then she was looking at a large display case of what turned out to be different types of lubricants and some other odd looking apparatus - thankfully no dildos! she thought to herself.
"So, what do you need these for?" asked the guy on her left hand side. She smiled at him, he really did have nice eyes - he was the tall customer, standing now right next to her.
Marissa blushed deeply - she hadn't anticipated having to justify her purchase of the stuff, she just wanted to get it and be gone! "Umm, sometimes I have to - umm, to manipulate a student into an active orgasm," she said, twisting her body slightly, and staring down at the myriad tubes, trying to make jacking off a young man sound ordinary.
"Yes, that's very understandable - you're dealing with young men at a volatile time in their development. I wish I was a student there!"
"Um, yes," she said, somewhat shocked that the man would say something like that. She looked at Shorty and Jim, the two clerks, but they just smiled at her.
"Umm, what do you recommend?" she finally said after an embarrassed silence, looking at Shorty. He drew out a small tube.
"This is great stuff for a basic lube - all natural, no petrochemicals," Shorty said. Marissa nodded. She just needed to say, That would be fine, and then get out of here. Instead she watched as he reached out, grabbed her left hand from the counter. He had opened the tube, and now he was squeezing a large dollop of the stuff into her palm.
She wasn't sure what to do - she closed her fist and rubbed the slick substance over her fingers and palm. "Oh, I'm sorry, ma'am, that was rude of me," Shorty said.
He pulled out a box from under the counter, and then opened it and pulled out a dildo, at least 10" long and quite fat with ridges around the top half of it. She swallowed, acutely aware of the fact that she was surrounded by four men in a porn store, and one of them was now grasping her wrist, guiding her hand to a large rubber sex toy!
"This is just to show you what it feels like in real life," Shorty said, smiling at her as though he was her dad. She just felt she could trust him for some reason!
She realized there was a thick silence in the room
"After all, you want to get the best product available," he said, and then was pushing the rubber dildo into her left palm. She wrapped her fingers around the dildo automatically, and then started moving her hand slowly up and down the sex toy.
"There you go, Mrs. Jones - give it a nice squeeze, and then run your fist up and down it several times - yes, just like that," Shorty said, holding the dildo steady while the other men looked on with smiles on their faces.
She swallowed thickly - there was no way this was normal, but she could not seem to stop her hand from moving up and down the thick dildo. She finally broke her gaze away from Shorty's knowing eyes, and looked down at the display case.
"Umm, what's that thing?" she asked, and pointed at a small elongated chrome ellipsoid. It was about as long as the first two knuckles of her thumb, and about the same size around.
