Sunday came, and she didn’t see Barry until it was almost time for his flight back to California, and the only time the two of them got within arms length was inside of her car. The drive to the airport was muted and uncomfortable—the longest damn drive she’d ever taken in her entire life. And when Barry stepped on the plane, it was without a single word. He only gave her a faint, forced smile before heading through the terminal.
As she’d been promised, once Barry was gone again, the wanton slut came out to play. Her time locked away had made her even more restless and impossible to satisfy. The fingers, the nudism, the toys, were simply not enough anymore. As much as Ariadne hated the thought, there was only one reason: the slut’s standards had changed after just one sampling of Barry’s cock. Dead plastic and metal, unable to truly give or receive, simply didn’t do it for her now. Less than a week after Barry returned to California, Ariadne was back at the mall, headed back to the sex shop.
Hopefully, Rick would be there.
Yet, when she entered the shop, she found that he wasn’t. Behind the counter was a girl about the same age with short, bleached blond hair and black roots. She was just as skinny as Rick was, and shared some of his taste in fads. Along with her wispy hair, she had black shadow around her eyes and piercing on her nose and lip. She was wearing a white t-shirt with the strap of a pink tank top visible underneath.
She spotted Ariadne as she approached and greeted her with a friendly smile.
“Hi! Is there anything I can help you with?”
“Um,” Ariadne began, peeking behind the girl at the curtain which led to the employees-only area. “Is Rick here today?”
A sly grin passed through the girl’s lips. “Ooooh, you must be Ariadne Garrett.”
“Wow. H-How did you know that . . .?”
“Because my brother mentioned you a few months back. Your name was on the check you wrote. Your description kind of stands out from our other customers, and believe me . . . he remembered you. He’s going to be pissed that he missed you today, especially when I tell him you asked for him.”
“Oh, he’s . . . he’s out?” Ariadne asked disappointedly.
“Yeah. He’s gonna be gone a while. Came down with measles a few days ago. He’s probably at home watching Steve Wilkos or something right now.”
“Oh. Well . . . I hope he feels better soon,” Ariadne said with a warm smile. “Give him my regards.”
“Oh I will,” the young woman said with a knowing smile. “My name’s Emily, by the way. I’m his big sister. Is there anything I can help you with, or were you looking specifically for my brother?”
Ariadne thought about it for a moment. While it was true that she had come here to speak with Rick . . . she hadn’t quite made up her mind whether it was with illicit intent or if she just felt more comfortable making her purchases with him. In a manner of speaking, he was her “first”, and he really made her feel more at ease about what she had been purchasing. The fact that he seemed enticed by her interests really helped her set aside the pangs of guilt.
But Emily seemed just as nice in that respect, and Ariadne really didn’t want to go home empty-handed . . .
“Well, maybe you can help me,” she said.
“Sure,” Emily nodded.
“I’m, uh . . . I’m looking for something new. The stuff I bought last time worked great, but . . .”
“But it got old after a while, right?”
“Right,” Ariadne agreed.
“Oh, trust me, honey, it’s pretty normal. Although, I don’t think I’ve seen anyone grow bored with our stuff as fast as you have. I mean, if I remember correctly, you bought quite a lot of products that day.”
“Yes . . . I did,” Ariadne admitted sheepishly.
Emily cupped her hand under her chin and thought. “Well, what are your interests? If you tell me a bit more about your fetishes, I can point you on the right track.”
Ariadne paused at the question—she had never really even thought about her fetishes before. She had hardly even fantasized much about sex in all her life, and the only two people she’d ever done it with were Stewie . . . and Barry.
“I’m not sure,” she dismayed. “Sorry, but I never really thought about it.”
“Oh, that’s okay, hon. Sounds like you’re kind of ‘vanilla’. A lot of people don’t even give fetishes much thought until they’ve seen the options. So . . . I tell you what: I’ll ask some questions and that’ll help me learn what I need to know. Cool?”
“Yes,” Ariadne agreed.
“Okay, first . . . do you get laid much? Or is most of this for single-player use?”
Ariadne found it harder to answer such a personal question than she initially thought. “Um, ‘single-player’ I guess.”
“Well, that certainly narrows it down. Do you prefer penetration or stimulation?”
“P-Penetration.” Ariadne shifted her collar uncomfortably.
“Do you like length or girth?”
“Length.”
Emily stepped from behind the counter with a step-ladder. She stepped up and reached for a large box, at least 2-by-1-feet, at the top of a shelf. Once she stepped down, she handed the box to Ariadne. “Here you go,” she said. “From what I gather, you’ll probably like that. I don’t remember seeing it on your purchase list from before.”
It was true, Ariadne had never seen this particular item before, but it looked magnificent. Her pussy was already tingling with anticipation for it.
With an aside glance, Emily added: “Although, if you’re willing to spend some real dough, there’s some other things I could recommend for you . . .”
The mystique in Emily’s tone captured Ariadne’s curiosity. “What is it?”
“Just a sec,” Emily said, pushing a switch on the wall behind her. Suddenly, the gate at the front of the store began to fall, sealing off the entrance, and leaving Ariadne and Emily the only two inside.
“Follow me,” Emily directed, disappearing behind the employee curtain.
Ariadne followed her beyond the curtain and past a large office and break room. A minute later, the two headed downstairs, and Emily turned on a light switch to reveal what lurked underneath the store. A huge space, kind of a cross between a storeroom and a workshop, was set up downstairs, with some of the most incredible and intricate machines Ariadne had ever seen. She didn’t even know what half of them were supposed to do. There was one that looked like it was built from parts of a motorcycle and an ironing board. Another seemed to be a modified treadmill attached to an oriental rickshaw. Her mind boggled with just what the hell people were meant to do with these things, but her imagination was going wild with possibilities.
“What do you think?” Emily asked.
“It’s incredible!”
Emily beamed and backed away, her arms spread outward. “Some of these machines are commercial products, but are only sold on special requests. Others are things that customers have asked Rick and me to put together for them in our spare time. We don’t do that too often, though. Too much time, and we don’t have the staff or budget to run safety tests and shit like that. If a customer hurts themselves on our crap, it’s bad for business.”
Ariadne couldn’t believe it. “You and your brother build sex machines in your spare time?”
“Well, I design ’em. Rick builds ’em. I’m an artist and Rick’s in school to become an engineer. This started as kind of a little side project for us, and we enjoyed it, so we kept at it. Like I said, though, we’ve had less and less time for it over the years and all, what with me taking over the store and Rick starting school.”
Ariadne could only shake her head in astonishment. “Amazing. Really, amazing.”
Again, Emily beamed. “Thanks, babe. Now, what I wanted to show you was this way.”
Ariadne followed her another corner of the room, where Emily direct her attention to a machine that was small, at least compared to some of the others, and shaped something like a saddle with a dildo pointing up from top. Ariadne stared it over a few times before finally turning to Emily.
“What is it?”
“It’s a Sybian,” she told her. “I mounted one onto this bench to make it easier for customers to sample it without having to get on the floor if they didn’t wanna.”
Ariadne’s eyes widened. “T-try it out? You mean, I could . . .?”
“Oh sure, if you wanna. I’d have to stick around and supervise for safety concerns, but if you want to go at it, knock yourself out.”
“What about your store . . .?”
“Oh please, girl. If I can sell you just one of the things down here, I can afford to leave the shop closed for an hour or two. Besides, I think after the money you dropped last time, you’ve earned the privileges of a ‘preferred’ customer.”
Ariadne thought about it, and the idea only enticed her further. She’d never done anything like this outside of her home before, and certainly not with an audience. She’d had her little exhibitionist streak in the garden, but that was as far as it had gotten. The idea of letting a complete stranger watch her fuck herself on some machine made her very excited.
Your pussy is tingling just from the thought, isn’t it? A voice inside teased. Do it.
“Okay,” she said with a swallow. “I’ll do it.”
“Bitchin’,” Emily cheered. “Give me a minute and I’ll set it up. You go ahead and make yourself comfortable.”
While Emily did her setup, Ariadne backed away and slipped out of her clothes. It didn’t take long—she had stopped wearing a bra and panties ages ago, and her skirt and blouse slid away from her body with ease. She decided to leave her heels on . . . both because the basement floor was cold and because she felt sluttier with them on.
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