About Aim to Please

by Beth Wylde
13 pages / 3600 words
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When a shy, very vanilla lesbian visits an adult toy store for the first time in her life it's bound to be quite a shock. It's a good thing the sexy shop owner doesn't mind taking the extra time to introduce Jane to all the delights her inventory has to offer. Leah knows customer satisfaction is key, and she always aims to please.

Originally published in Toy Box: Strap-Ons.

Sample

 I stared at the black painted windows and nearly burnt-out neon sign in front of me with equal parts fear and excitement. I'd been passing by the easily recognizable adult video and toy store ever since it had opened six months ago. It had actually become an after work obsession for me to pull into the parking lot, observe the type of people that frequented such an establishment, and then head home. Tonight, however, I was changing my ritual.

After an extremely ugly break up with my girlfriend, Lisa, a decided lack of pity and support from my female co-workers -- who didn't understand how I could be attracted to another woman in the first place -- and a few too many martinis at a nearby bar and grill, I decided to see what all the fuss was about.

Every evening, on both the radio and TV, you could catch ads for the Selective Slut on nearly every channel. They promised an experience above and beyond your wildest sexual fantasies. Personally, my fantasies were anything but wild, which Lisa claimed was the main reason why she left. She said that, for a lesbian, I was decidedly too vanilla. What that meant I wasn't sure, but it obviously wasn't good.

I desperately needed a change and soon. I wasn't used to being alone. Even if I came away with something battery operated, it had to be better than my overused fingers. My newly single status and lack of a lover was giving my right wrist a fit.

Even though the air outside was frigid, my body felt hot and tingly all over. My back was damp with sweat and my hands were pushed down into the pockets of my jeans to hide their shaking. All my life, I'd been plain ol' Jane Dennison, the girl at school who could always be found hiding in the library with her head in a book. Even as an adult I was socially inept. I just couldn't handle large crowds of people. I needed peace and quiet. I kept to myself. Outside of the people I spoke to on a daily basis at work, I had very few friends. Splurging, to me, was ordering chocolate syrup on top of my weekly cup of ice cream at the Dairy Queen down the street from my house. My social life was lacking, to say the least.

Tonight, I was doing more than breaking my routine; I was breaking out of my shell. I was going to spice things up, even if it killed me. The way my heart was fluttering in my chest, death seemed a very real possibility. If someone inside were to recognize me, I'd keel over in embarrassment for sure.

I pulled my sweater tighter around my body and pulled my hat down low, doing my best to look inconspicuous as I pushed open the door. The inside of the store looked nothing like I thought it would. I think I was expecting to find some outrageously decorated den of depravity equal to the likes of Sodom and Gomorrah. I'm not sure why, but I figured there would be people engaged in degrading sexual acts right out in the open and monstrous sexual torture devices on display. With such a shocking outlook, it was a wonder I'd come in at all, but I was glad I did. It helped reinforce my newfound freedom that I could be brave enough to enter a place I thought would be so wild and uninhibited.

I was a bit disappointed actually.