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Post by Ava Sun on Aug 6, 2009 21:58:03 GMT -5
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Ava enjoyed working at 'The Sex Shop'. It was a nice place, though lacking in a creative name. She would have to ask the owner to think of something a bit more creative. "Breasts of Night", "Naughty Tales"....something with a little more flair. 'The Sex Shop' was just a cop out of trying harder. Though working here was lovely. Ava loved helping people and it was always amazing how much people needed help when they arrived in the shop.
Nervous, glancing around like rabbits on an open plain. Unsure of their place amongst dildos and vibrators and hardcore bondage material. They were lost little lambs and Ava loved guiding them to exactly what they wanted and watched them leave as happy -happy- customers.
Such was today as she aided a woman, whose sex life was lacking with her husband, to some special vibrators for him to wear during penetration. She seemed absolutely delighted by this proposal. She had never known such a thing existed and now she felt her problems might be solved. Ava was happy to send her on her way.
"I'm stepping out to get coffee," she called out to the back room where a coworker managed the pornography section. "Do you want anything?"
"Large earl grey tea, two milks, one sugar," came the loud response.
Ava nodded and exited the shop, the nearest coffee place was two doors down and she was soon headed back with the paper cups in hand.
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Post by Owen Thomas on Aug 6, 2009 23:21:07 GMT -5
Owen found himself exploring the south side of Main Street for only the second time since his arrival here four weeks ago. Due to his nomadic nature and lack of a up-to-date SIN card, he had been hard to trace, and therefore a bit of a late-comer. His eyes lazily found 'The Sex Shop' and this caused him to chuckled to himself. He steered himself into the shop without much thought, and out of bored curiosity he decided to look around.
"My mother would be proud," he said to himself though he could see no one directly in the room. He gazed at the shelves and in his mind he could picture his mother's room which was probably more well stocked than this shop.
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Post by Sid Dager on Aug 6, 2009 23:31:29 GMT -5
Sid stormed into The Sex Shop walking briskly if not a little awkwardly up to the girl he presumed worked there. He passed someone else and instinctively covered his crotch with his hand in a futile attempt to cover his boner.
“Hey, hi, how ya doing? I need some condoms. You know? This great opportunity came up where I was talking to a friend of mine over the phone, having a special little conversation, if you know what I mean, when suddenly she told me she’s coming over in the next half hour. I thought it was a great idea, then I realised I wasn’t prepared. I usually have condoms, donno where they all went. The thought of not using one came up as well but god-damn I’m only 20 years old, I can’t possible bare to foster an accidental child. Which brings me here” Sid spat out. He had a slight problem with telling strangers way more then he needed to. He has never even met this girl before, he had seen her around the shop before but he never spoken to her, quite the cutie too, he wasn't even sure she worked there. Too late now, he thought to himself as a slight redness appeared over his cheeks.
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Post by Ava Sun on Aug 9, 2009 15:12:32 GMT -5
Ava settled herself behind the cash register once more and sipped on her coffee idly, crossing a silken leg over the other as she mused over the newspaper she had brought that morning. There was a male in the store already who appeared confident enough to not be bothered. Ava wasn't paid on commission and she felt she had no need to help those who knew what they were doing. They often took that poorly. However with this new entrance Ava's face lifted from the paper and she looked to the man staring across from her.
"Condoms..." she said slowly. Seemed strange for a man to come here when drugstores were the most common place people went to go buy condoms for a quickie. Though she often disagreed with that. People bought really cheap stuff there. They bought Vaseline for lubricant or something terrible like that and ended up really dissatisfying their female partner.
"Might I suggest this," she said, reaching up to the condom display right near the desk. She pulled off a box of random assorted condoms in different shades and flavours. "Tastees," she informed him. "We get great reviews from the ladies about these ones....and guys too now that I think about it." She set them on the counter, "Though if you want to go the unflavoured route..." she panned her eyes over the display, "Then Trojans will do you just fine. We have a huge selection right here." She tapped the display.
"And might I remind you that you might want to get some water based lubricant," she said with a smile. She could see this man was in a hurry and that always made her worried about the other partner. Over eager men were often a bad thing in the bedroom. Lubricant would surely help and she always suggested the water-based varieties.
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Post by Sid Dager on Aug 9, 2009 15:33:13 GMT -5
“Scented?” Sid mused. He had caught his breath and decided he had enough time to exchange a few words. “I don’t think I need the scented ones, I already have strawberry scented lubricant sitting at home. I remember my friend mentioning something about wanting to try out the new condoms that feel like nothings there. Not quite sure what she was referring to but it sure sounded good to me” Sid added, sliding the scented condoms back towards the girl behind the counter.
“My name is Sid by the way, I run the pharmacy a few doors down. Anything you need we’ve got it…when it comes to drugs” Sid said sticking his hand out for a courtesy shake. He loved meeting new people, not only because they were potential customers but also because he preferred to have more friends then enemies in such a small town as this.
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Post by Ava Sun on Aug 9, 2009 15:45:19 GMT -5
"But apparently not condoms," Ava retorted to the man's comment about the pharmacy having everything. "Very odd for a pharmacy but I guess things are different here." She took his hand gently with her own and shook it. Her hands were notably soft. She withdrew her hand and looked to the display.
"Here's what you're looking for," she said, passing over the condoms. "Apparently they feel as though they're not there but I would not know about that. I suppose you'll have to trust you're friend's word on that." She rang them up on the register. "$10.76 please," she said calmly as she looked back over to him. He hadn't said anything about lubricant and she hoped he had some at home.
"Hope you and your lady friend have fun," she said as she bagged the item and passed it over.
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Post by Sid Dager on Aug 9, 2009 22:45:22 GMT -5
Sid started digging for some money in one of the many pockets of his ripped jeans. There he was, he grabbed a handful of coins and placed them on the counter. “We do sell condoms, next to the Viagra but they’re the creepy yellow tinted ones that I associate with bad endings. I guess we should stock better ones and have a better variety but it’s not particularly beneficial for business, most people just come here.” He explained as he counted out the 76 cents.
He took the bag with the condoms and was on his way out when he noticed a pair of neon green handcuffs. His buddy had a pair of cuffs at her house but they were the plain silver ones. These were green and fuzzy. Sometimes Sid wondered if liking things such as green, fuzzy handcuffs made him gay then he remembered why he was in the Sex Shop in the first place. He took the handcuffs to the counter. “I’ll take these too” he said digging for his change again.
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Post by Owen Thomas on Aug 10, 2009 22:58:35 GMT -5
Owen watched the entire exchange from the furthest corner in the store. He hadn't expected such fun in a Sex shop, maybe his mother had had it right all along. Having a nympho for a mother, and a door-mat of a father, made for interesting results growing up. As a student and archaeological scientist, one never really had much time to partake in bodily pleasures, but Sid seemed quite up for the challenge.
"You know Sid, I never really pictured you as the organized type, but I would have figured for THIS some preparedness would work in your favour. Tisk, tisk, a man without his glove, is a man without his love. Hmm, I think that's how it went, I'm never really sure." Owen seemed to have missed how corny he had sounded while saying that, but this was a re-occurring phenomenon.
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Post by Sid Dager on Aug 10, 2009 23:16:06 GMT -5
After jumping three feet in the air from the pure shock of hearing another voice addressing him, Sid quickly turned around to see Owen. He listened to Owens’ speech and burst out laughing. “A man without his glove, is a man without his love? Ha, that’s rich. I’m sorry Owen but sometimes I really wonder when you pick these things up” He said between snorts of laughter.
He caught his breath and calmed down. “Seriously tho, I don’t get such an opportunity as this all too often in here, too many frigid chicks, or I’m just not as attractive as I always thought. Therefore I am not ashamed to reveal that, no, I’m not fully prepared.” Sid defended himself. “Which brings me to my question, what are you doing here?” Sid asked, It appeared Owen was full of surprises.
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Post by Ava Sun on Aug 11, 2009 22:28:31 GMT -5
Ava could not hide the amused smile with the man's return and the purchase he sought. And it seemed he had found a friend in the shop with the other, quieter, man who had been looking about before. They clearly didn't need anything more here from her, suggestions or otherwise. But fuzzy green cuffs....these things were not expensive for a reason. Usually gag gifts but this man wanted to use them...apparently. She just hoped they would last the night. She rang them up and took the payment he settled with her.
Returning to her newspaper and coffee she sipped idly as she flipped another page. Interesting enough things to read here, and she was quite the critical reader. Ava was not one to take things at face value. She looked into them. Sexism, racism and class definitions were played upon in the media and things went both ways quite frequently. Drifting between two extremes and never seeming to get it right.
It made the newspaper a very fascinating read.
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Post by Owen Thomas on Aug 12, 2009 18:41:23 GMT -5
"What am I doing here?" Owen had to think for a moment. What was he doing here?
"To be entirely honest with you, I've never been in a sex shop before, though I have had plenty of exposure to such, uh, devices."
Owen glanced over at the shop keeper, and decided that the woman had probably heard everything in the book so far working here, and so adding another check to her list of weird stories wasn't something that he should worry about. "Sid, my mum was a nymphomaniac. Usually a careful one, except on my birth, but things happen I suppose. She had quite a library, or so she called it, of playthings and early on, my interest in such things was killed quite directly."
Owen had to raise an eyebrow at the green handcuffs. He didn't think that people actually used those most of the time. He figured the threat was enough to produce the desired effect. "Anyway, I was just curious as to how well outfitted my mother really was in her days, and I've assumed correctly -- she was the real deal."
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Post by Sid Dager on Aug 12, 2009 22:34:32 GMT -5
Sid paid for the fuzzy, green handcuffs and thanked the lady behind the counter; he still didn’t know her name and made a mental note to himself to ask her what it was before he left.
Sid turned back to Owen and stood with his mouth slightly ajar as Owen confessed to what his mother was. “You are so strange. You are like one of those jack in a box things, you know what I’m talking about? It’s like within normal conversation you have that cute yet foreshadowing music playing in the background and then sometimes it’s like BOOM” Sid shouted flailing his arms to imitate a bomb exploding “You appear out of this calm, nice box with something bizarre. At the risk of sounding gay, although I have been known to experiment” snide smile and wink “you intrigue me to no end” Sid finished, shaking his head lightly still sporting a look of confused- amusement.
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Post by Ava Sun on Aug 13, 2009 9:20:00 GMT -5
Ava listened to the conversation the two men were having. How could she not? The one man had the mother who was sex obsessed and she wondered how damaging that had been as a child. She believed in educating children about sex. Very strongly in fact. But exposing a young child to all there was to see was too much. It had to be progressive. Teaching children at certain ages certain things about sex. But it seemed he wasn't too bad off for it so she didn't bring it to light.
The other male made her grimace at one point though. Layered into his words was something she never liked to hear from men. Homophobia. So subtle it was that the man probably didn't notice it himself. Just one remark and the fear it represented. Her lower lip rolled around a bit. She couldn't stand even the slightest homophobic tendencies and for good reason. It struck home hard. Her little brother was far from straight and any attack on homosexuals was an attack on him and thus an attack on her.
From the sound of it the man himself had no qualms with homosexuals but she still had to mention it. "And why is there a risk of sounding gay?" she asked, leaning forward on the counter, "On that note, why is it risky to be gay?"
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Post by Sid Dager on Aug 13, 2009 10:24:20 GMT -5
Sid turned back to the lady behind the counter as she spoke to him about a comment he made. “What I mean by that is that I myself am not gay and therefore feel it would be deceiving if I said anything something that would make it seem as though I am. You got me all wrong, love, I have nothing against homosexuals, and I just don’t want to unintentionally label myself as one. Frankly I’m quite bisexual which would make it hard for me to bash anyone that is gay.” Sid said.
“I apologize if my choice of words was poor, didn’t mean any harm with my statement.” He added. Sid had more then once gotten himself into trouble with poor choice of words and bad sentence structure. He hoped he hadn’t made any enemies with that statement.
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Post by Owen Thomas on Aug 15, 2009 17:13:44 GMT -5
Owen shook his head. "Got yourself in some hot water I see Sid. Not one to make enemies or offend. Don't take this the wrong way, but you never striked me as someone who would care?" Owen continued to wander looking around at all the bright colours and flashy attire. "Then again, I can't say that I know you all that well, but this is definitely a new mental chapter in my recorded observations of you."
Owen turned to the woman behind the counter, and gave her a slight smile. "I can assure you miss, that this gentle though vulgar he may be, meant no harm at all." He gave a little nod of his head to emphasize his point. "And if I may be so bold as to ask your name? I find that the friends we make here are often where we least expect it. My name is Owen Thomson, and I consistently call the archives my new working home.
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