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street beyond, the streetlamps casting a yellowish glow over everything. After about five minutes she was really bored. She could always straighten shelves, but then she worked a full day tomorrow. There would be plenty of time to straighten shelves then. A rush of excitement raced through her when it dawned on her that tomorrow night she and Eric were going out. Her fantasies from the night before flooded back to her and she looked at the keys on the counter next to her, then at the door leading to the back room and the locked doors.
A little peek wouldn’t hurt, would it? She wouldn’t touch anything. No, that wasn’t her style. She had ethics, after all. But she needed to know and her curiosity was just too great. With a deep breath she picked up the keys and made her way to the hallway leading to the back room. She eyed the door to her left warily and looked at the keys. Sliding one into the lock she was a bit surprised when it clicked and she was able to turn the knob with ease. She went into the room, found the light, clicked it on and almost laughed at herself. It really was just a private stock room. It smelled like old books and that’s exactly what it contained; shelves and shelves of what looked to be old books and possibly first edition hardcovers. Some of them labeled that they’d been signed by the author.
With a shake of her head at her own wild imagination, she clicked off the light, closed the door and made sure she locked it behind her. She took a step back toward the front of the store when something inside her compelled her to stop. What about the furniture? She had to take a look, didn’t she? After all, something a woman like Kali would buy had to be interesting. With that she hurried back to the second private stock room and quickly found the padlock key and unlocked the door. The door opened inward. This room smelled like furniture. Wood and leather. Sliding her hand against the dark wall she found the light and clicked it on, but not before running into something and knocking it over. A multitude of clanking, like sticks falling out of a bucket, resounded through the entire stock room.
“Shit,” she whispered. Looking down that’s exactly what it was. A multitude of sticks lay on the floor, the bucket they were in tipped over. She scooped them up and put them back into the container, setting it back where it should have been. Standing up, she surveyed the stuff in the room. There were strange looking chairs, benches, and pieces of wood. One looked like an X. She moved further into the room to get a better look, noticing all the furniture had O rings on them. She looked to the right and saw a multitude of whips hanging on the wall and she gasped.
There were so many of them in different colors and sizes and lengths. She never imagined there were so many types of whips. So, just because they sold the stuff didn’t mean they were into it, she told herself. Turning, she started back toward the door, catching sight of the shelves of cupping devices, dildos, anal plugs, nipple clamps and metal bars that looked like they had shackles attached.
She heard the Mustang pull up. “Shit!” she cried out again. In a rush she ran toward the door only to trip on the canister of sticks. The damn thing toppled over. A wave of panic and nausea ran through her. Switching off the light she pulled the door closed behind her and relocked the padlock just as she heard the key enter the back door. Bolting for the front, she jumped into the chair and tossed the keys on the desk next to her. She tried her best to look like someone who’d been patiently waiting.
“Amy?” Eric called out.
“Yeah?” She cocked her head to one side when they came through the door.
“Everything okay?”
“I was going to ask you the same question.”
Brad
A little peek wouldn’t hurt, would it? She wouldn’t touch anything. No, that wasn’t her style. She had ethics, after all. But she needed to know and her curiosity was just too great. With a deep breath she picked up the keys and made her way to the hallway leading to the back room. She eyed the door to her left warily and looked at the keys. Sliding one into the lock she was a bit surprised when it clicked and she was able to turn the knob with ease. She went into the room, found the light, clicked it on and almost laughed at herself. It really was just a private stock room. It smelled like old books and that’s exactly what it contained; shelves and shelves of what looked to be old books and possibly first edition hardcovers. Some of them labeled that they’d been signed by the author.
With a shake of her head at her own wild imagination, she clicked off the light, closed the door and made sure she locked it behind her. She took a step back toward the front of the store when something inside her compelled her to stop. What about the furniture? She had to take a look, didn’t she? After all, something a woman like Kali would buy had to be interesting. With that she hurried back to the second private stock room and quickly found the padlock key and unlocked the door. The door opened inward. This room smelled like furniture. Wood and leather. Sliding her hand against the dark wall she found the light and clicked it on, but not before running into something and knocking it over. A multitude of clanking, like sticks falling out of a bucket, resounded through the entire stock room.
“Shit,” she whispered. Looking down that’s exactly what it was. A multitude of sticks lay on the floor, the bucket they were in tipped over. She scooped them up and put them back into the container, setting it back where it should have been. Standing up, she surveyed the stuff in the room. There were strange looking chairs, benches, and pieces of wood. One looked like an X. She moved further into the room to get a better look, noticing all the furniture had O rings on them. She looked to the right and saw a multitude of whips hanging on the wall and she gasped.
There were so many of them in different colors and sizes and lengths. She never imagined there were so many types of whips. So, just because they sold the stuff didn’t mean they were into it, she told herself. Turning, she started back toward the door, catching sight of the shelves of cupping devices, dildos, anal plugs, nipple clamps and metal bars that looked like they had shackles attached.
She heard the Mustang pull up. “Shit!” she cried out again. In a rush she ran toward the door only to trip on the canister of sticks. The damn thing toppled over. A wave of panic and nausea ran through her. Switching off the light she pulled the door closed behind her and relocked the padlock just as she heard the key enter the back door. Bolting for the front, she jumped into the chair and tossed the keys on the desk next to her. She tried her best to look like someone who’d been patiently waiting.
“Amy?” Eric called out.
“Yeah?” She cocked her head to one side when they came through the door.
“Everything okay?”
“I was going to ask you the same question.”
Brad
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