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OOC
Peter Rossi, 35 years old, 6 feet 3,black hair and dark brooding eyes. 4th generation Italian American.
Manager of the Kinks `n` Links Sex Store
Motto is
"You want it, we get it"

IC
Here I am, ten am Sunday, my day off, waiting for her to arrive, the new owner now, since Jack Crenshaw, my boss died two weeks back.
They have been divorced for 5 years, but I guess he still loved her, seeing as how he left everything he has to her.
She called me on the phone on Friday, said she wants to see the books, and the stock.
I hope she knows what this place is, otherwise she is in for one helluva shock today. OK, it sells sex, but it also makes more than a hundred grand a year profit.
A car, stopping outside, I wonder, is this her? She wont be able to see me yet, through the one way glass, hmmm, guess I should let her in then, and see what happens
 
OOC: Leah Davenport-Crenshaw, 43 years old (though she could pass for 33 easily), 5'5", Auburn hair, hazel eyes, 34D-26-36

IC: Jack's sudden passing had shocked Leah. Although they had been divorced for five years, they had remained close. The dissolusion of their marriage had been amiacable. They had simply grown apart. Jack had been so interested in his many business ventures. And Leah had been so invloved in numerous civic organizations.

Leah came from "old money". She had never needed Jack's support for the material things of life. She had not asked for any alimony during the divorce. Therefore, the fact that she was Jack's sole heir shocked her almost as much as his death.

Leah had never taken an interest in Jack's businesses, even when they were married. It came as a surprise to her that he owned a place called "Kinks 'n' Links", a sex emporium. And now she owned it.

She had called the manager, a Mr. Rossi, on Friday to make an appointment to review the books and the business. If the business was too sleazy or a losing proposition, Leah could always sell it or close it. She didn't need any headaches. But, if on the other hand, the sex store made good maony, she could always use the income to buy more "toys".

Leah enjoyed the finer things in life - a new Lincoln Continental each year, a Jaguar XKE, a condo in the Keys, and another in Aspen. Leah liked "things". She merely tolerated people. Leah had little if any sex drive. Though she would never admit it to anyone, not even herself, that fact as much as any other had led to the divorce from Jack.

On Sunday morning, Leah put on her business suit, a black jacket, white blouse, black knee-length skirt, black stockings, and black heels. She wanted to be sure Mr. Rossi realized she was interested in "only" the business.

She pulled up in front of Kinks 'n' Links at exactly 10:00 a.m., perfectly on time. She was glad to see that the store didn't look sleazy, at least not from the outside. She'd still have to see how things were on the inside.

Leah got out of her Lincoln and walked to the door, knocking lightly.
 
I could see her through the window, stepping out of a new Lincoln Continental no less. She looked smart, very smart, and had a purposeful stride abiut her. Early forties I would say, maybe even late 30`s, but very very nice.
I could see that she knew exactly what she was about, any man who tried to con this lady would be a fool.

I opened the door, and smiled.

"welcome Mrs Davenport, to Kinks `n` links, I am Peter Rossi, the manager, and it is so nice to meet you at last"


She held out her hand, and I shook it respectfully, as I looked her over admiringly, she really was nice, very attractive indeed.
Mrs Davenport acknowledged my greeting, and smiled at me.

Might I suggest we go to the office, and you can look at the accounts, before I explain everything else. I dont know if you are aware, but this is a very profitable business that your husband had."
 
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Leah

Leah was impressed with the clean, professional appearance of the facility. Inside and out, the store showed some degree of class. Even if the business was sexual in nature.

And Mr. Rossi looked quite professional. He had on a tie, no less. Leah wondered if that touch was only to impress the new owner.

Lean noted that he had a firm grip as they shook hands. He seemed to be a man of strength and confidence. Those traits were important in management personnel. She smiled.

"Yes, I am here to see just how profitable this business really is, Mr. Rossi."

As Mr. Rossi led the way to office, Leah noticed some of the merchandise. Never in her life had Leah been in a "sex shop". She was surprised to see such items as dildos and vibrators so openly displayed. But what really shocked her was the wall of bondage gear. Leah's body seemed to flush as she saw the chains and leather, the hand-cuffs and restraints, the whips and paddles.

Leah thought to herself that such things were disgusting. But at the same time, her body heat grew, her nipples hardened, and she felt a tingle in her crotch.

Leah shook her head, attempting to drive away any and all sexual thoughts. After all, she was "above" such base needs. She was here on business. Nothing more.
 
Re: Leah

I could see that her eyes where everywhere as we walked through the store, also that they lingered on the BDSM gear. Then I noticed that she was shaking her head. This worried me, and I started to wonder what she might do.

I ushered Mrs Davenport to my seat at the desk in my office, and placed the books in front of her. Watching as she stood again, and removed her jacket, I could not believe it, in fact I did a double take, ehr nipples were up!!!

I tried to ignore this, speaking as I passed her the books.

"Here are the accounts for the last two years Mrs Davenport, as you will see, last year after taxes, we cleared $107,000. Our client base is stable, and very varied, with many very regular cusrtomers."

I sat to wait, and then I had an idea.

"While you are looking at the books, how about I make you a coffee, and also, bring you a selection of our most popular items? This may give you a better feel for the business?"
 
Leah

Leah was impressed with both the size and the decor of the office. Certainly business must be going well. Or her late ex and Mr. Rossi were putting up a good front.

Leah removed her jacket as Mr. Rossi handed her the ledger books. It seemed quite warm in the office. Or was it just her? Perhaps she was catching a virus. Or was it something else?

Leah found it hard to believe such a business could make such money, but the books certainly seemed to bear out Mr. Rossi's claims.

She responded to Mr. Rossi, "That is MS. Davenport! Coffee would be nice. Cream. No sugar. But I don't really think I need to see any of the merchandise."

Leah could tell she was blushing. She hoped Mr. Rossi didn't notice. She also hoped he wouldn't be able to tell how nervous she was. Just being in a "sex emporium" disarmed her a bit. And Leah Davenport-Crenshaw was a woman who always wanted to be in charge.

Or so she thought.
 
Peter

Peter noriced how flushed she looked, and realised that she was possibly a little embarassed at the business products.

"Coffee with cream Ms Davenport, and please, call me Peter if you wish.
I think I understand about the merchandise, it is, as they say, not everybody`s cup of tea, but there is no denying that it is profitable.
It was just that your late husband and I would attend shows, decide which new products we would stock each year. I like to think that I have an eye for such things, and that so far it has worked out exceedingly well."
 
Leah

The books seemed to be in order. And it looked as if the business could make her a small fortune each year. Though already wealthy, Leah always enjoyed the idea of "More Money".

As Peter handed her a cup of coffee, she replied, "Your books certainly seem to bear out your claims, Peter. This is, indeed, a profitable business."

She took a sip of the coffee.

"MMMmmm, nice. French roasted Columbian, isn't it?" Leah prided herself on her knowledge of coffee. She hadn't expected Kinks 'n' Links to have gourmet coffee on hand. It seemed there was an upscale element to this sex emporium that Leah had not expected.

"How do you decide what items to stock? I wouldn't expect that you would get much customer feedback. Sex is, after all, a private matter."

Even as she said it, Leah was wondering if her statement was true. It might be that in the modern day, "Sex" wasn't nearly so private as she thought.
 
Peter

"How do you decide what items to stock? I wouldn't expect that you would get much customer feedback. Sex is, after all, a private matter."

She said to me, "oh dear" I thought "this lady has a lot to learn."

"You would be surprised Ms Davenport, our customer base is essentially mainly female, around 75%, as indeed are our staff. We get fabulous feedback from them, not to mention suggestions, as to what they desire. The companies that produce the goods are similar, you ladies are no longer the weaker sex, trust me on that."

She smiled at me, nodding her head slowly, so I decided to continue.

"Take for instance the "Rampant Rabbit", since it was mentioned and shown in Sex And The City, we cant get enough of them. Why there is exen a de luxe version now, and that is very popular indeed. May I get one for you, show you just what it is?"
 
Leah

Leah was surprised to hear the statistics Peter shared. She was equally surprised to find him so articulate. This entire experience was a pleasant surprise to her. She had a great new source of income. She owned a business that was operated by a knowedgeable and intellegent man. The part that still unnerved her somewhat was the nature of that business - SEX!

"I suppose I should know something about the business. I'll look at one of those 'rabbit things'."

Leah felt somewaht ignorant. Certainly Peter knew more about the merchandise. That was only natural. But Leah had the feeling that Peter knew much more about the subject of sex. Leah knew that, too, was natural. Leah had little knowledge of sex. What bothered her was that Peter seemed to realize her lack of experience, her general ignorance.

Leah knew she was blushing. But she also realized there was something more happening to her. Something strange, unusual, and exciting.
 
Peter

Peter could see that she still felt a little uncomfortable, or at least he thought that was why she was squirming a little in her chair.

"I suppose I should know something about the business. I'll look at one of those 'rabbit things'." She said to him

"Ah ha! I take it that you know little of the famous rabbit then, one moment please, I will go get one for you."

Peter quickly went to the display area, picking up a rabbit, and some batteries, before returning. He placed them on the desk, where she could see them.

"So here we are Ms Davenport, the rabbit, and his power supply, shall I demonstrate, as best I can?"

She nodded at him, and Peter was stunned by the look upon her face, she seemed scared, even petrified of this little toy. He smiled at her, as he opened the package, took out the rabbit, and inserted the batteries. He held it so that she could see it, and started to talk to her, in a low deep voice.

"See Ms Davenport, here are his "ears", they can be made to vibrate, and held in place for clitoral stimulation, especially when inserted in the vagina. This little bulge her, with the beads, is the rotating shaft, which can be set to spin at varying speed, for greater stimulation inside the body. Here, take a look for yourself please"

Peter said, while ointing out the on off switch and controls, he handed the rabbit to her, surprising her he thought, but she did take it from him.
 
Leah

Leah had never seen such a "toy". As Peter described the various parts and what they did, or could do, it was almost as if Leah could feel the "Rampant Rabbit" working on her.

Leah felt herself getting moist. Her nipples were hard. It was an unusual sensation for her, but Leah realized she was getting horny. She thought it was due, simply, to the unique nature of this business she had inherited. But Leah found herself getting much more interested in "Kinks 'N' Links", interest that went beyond the "bottom line".

She remembered the wall of chains, restraints, and leather she had seen when she entered the store. She wondered if people actually used such items in their sex play.

"Peter, I wonder if people really use the items we sell, or if they are just ordered for 'shock value' or for novelty. It seems to me that the merchandise is certainly decadent, some decidedly so. Do you really think the average woman is interested in actually using such items?"
 
Peter

While it was patently obvious that all this was new to her, and that she had probably led a very sheltered life, I could tell that she was becoming aroused. Her nipples were now almost pointing at me from her white blouse, and she kept moving her legs slightly. My guess was that she was wet down there. Her voice interrupted my thoughts

"Peter, I wonder if people really use the items we sell, or if they are just ordered for 'shock value' or for novelty. It seems to me that the merchandise is certainly decadent, some decidedly so. Do you really think the average woman is interested in actually using such items?"

"Oh yes," I replied, as I picked up a brochure, and walked around the desk to stand by her chair.

"The modern American woman is very liberated, long bone are the 19th century values of prudity. Let me show you, here, in our brochure. The handcuffs, and the nipple clamps, very popular indeed. Not to mention the clothing, all the sexy outfits that we sell. Our changing rooms are never empty, some ladies even putting their coats on, over their purchases, and leaving dressed this way. Mind you, it is the vibrators that sell best, although the local BDSM clubs take a lot of equipment, for their members."

As I was speaking, I felt her thigh brush mine, but I did not move, I just stayed as I was, feeling her firm leg against me, as I turned, and smiled, looking into her eyes.
 
Leah

Peter's response, though thoroughly professional, sent tingles through Leah's body. In her mind she could see women, women like her, trying on the outfits, using the "toys".

Leah squirmed slightly in her seat. Her crotch felt like it was on fire. Leah could never remember being so turned on. She thought about trying out some of the merchandise herself. And she knew such interest wasn't merely a matter of business. It was a matter of sexual need, something Leah had never experienced or admitted before.

Peter's comment about local BDSM clubs shocked her. Leah had never considered that people actually did such things, let alone doing them in public.

"You mean we have customer's who operate sex clubs?! And they use chains and restraints?! Is that legal?!"

Leah hoped her questions sounded professional, businesslike. Thoughts of such activities had her panties wet.

Leah's thigh touched Peter's. Her normal instict would have been to pull away. But the contact felt good. Leah left her leg lightly brushing his.

Peter smiled. Leah smiled back.
 
Peter

Her leg felt warm, and delicous against my thigh, and by God I was getting horny now too. I knew that she was, it was written all over her, and even though I was fantasizing about how she would look, naked across my desk, she was the boss. She spoke again, with that lovely come get me smile on her face

"You mean we have customer's who operate sex clubs?! And they use chains and restraints?! Is that legal?!"

I chuckled softly

"Oh yes Ms Davenport, they most certainly do, and yes, it is legal, as long as they are all members. In fact, your late husband and I were given free membership to two of them. His of course, now passes to you, as the owner."

I saw the look on her face of absolute surprise, and a little confusion too I guessed, so I decided to change the subject.

"Dont forget Ms Davenport, everything here belongs to you, and, if you want to look around, maybe try something on, I will stay here. I wont disturb you, and then when you finish, you can tell me your thoughts maybe, and how you wish things to progress?"

I said to her, but my eyes were giving her other signals, I knew it. I moved from my chair, standing, so that she could pass me if she wanted too, trying unsuccessfully to hide my hard on. But I thought,
"What the fuck Peter, it is a sex store after all."
 
Leah

Leah was shocked at Peter's revelation that her late ex-husband had been a member of a BDSM Club. But she was excited at the thought that she herself was now a member.

Leah didn't know why, but the thoughts of chains and restraints turned her on.

"Maybe I should look around a bit."

Leah thought it might give her a chance to clear her head. It was all so new and confusing.

"I really should become familiar with the merchandise, shouldn't I?"

Leah needed some degree of reassurance.

As she stood her legs felt wobbly. And she could feel a wetness in her "private region". Her panties were wet, practically soaked. Leah was surprised that this store and its merchandise were having such a profound effect on her.
 
Peter

As I stepped aside, she started to stand, speaking soflty, yet, a little huskily

"Maybe I should look around a bit."

She looked at me, smiling a little, but now she seemed nervous, the confidant woman who had entered the store was now no longer here.

"I really should become familiar with the merchandise, shouldn't I?"

"I think so Ms Davenport, so at least you know what we are talkign about in our meetings."

It was then that she seemed to wobble a little, unsteady on her feet. I quickly took hold of her, my arms around her, I looked at her.
She was beautiful, for a moment, I almost ke=issed those delicious lips.
But I held back, composing myself, speaking with concern in my voice.

"Are you OK Ms Davenport? Would you like to lie down, you look awfully flushed? Here, let me help you." I said as I held her to me, smelling her, the perfume, and the arousal, a smell which I delighted in.

"Oh fuck" I thought "What the hell do I do know, she is my Boss?"
 
Leah

Peter's arms felt good. But he was only helping to steady her. His touch wasn't anything sexual. At least Leash tried to convince herself there was nothing sexual going on between the two of them.

"Thank you, Peter," Leah said, her voice quivering. "I think I'll be okay. It is rather warm in here. Could you get me a glass of cold water, please?"

As Peter went to get the water, Leah began to look around the store. Drawn like a moth to a flame, she found herself standing in front of the wall of BDSM gear.

Leah picked up a pair of nipples clamps. She wondered why a woman would desire the pain they would cause. But at the same time, she felt a need to try them on.

"Well, Peter said I could try anything I wanted. After all, I own it."

Leah looked around, trying to find a dressing room.

Just then Peter came up behind her with her water.
 
Peter

She said she was fine, but just a little warm, and asked for a glass of water.
As I re-entered the office, I looked back, she looking at the BDSM stand.
I smiled to myself, wondering.

Taking the water from the fridge, I poured her a glass, and returned to where she was standing, saying

"Here you go Ms Davenport, one glass of cold water."

She smiled, thanking me as she took the glass from my hand. Our fingers brushing lightly, making me tingle a little even. I composed myself, as I saw that she was holding the nipple clamps in her hand, studying them.

"Ah yes, the nipple clamps, they too are very popular, and the vibrating ones are selling better every month. Oh dear, I forgot to show you the changing rooms didnt I? Please, follow me.

I led her too the three booths, each large, two people could fit in comfortably.

"There you go Ms Davenport, now then, if you need anything, anything at all, just call, and I will come runing."

I returned to the office, and waited, in hope more than in expectation I must admit. My mind in overdrive, wondering if she knew how to put the clamps on, so as not to hurt herself. We would soon see I guessed.
 
Leah

Leah drank from the cooling water. It was refreshing, but it didn't damper the fire she was feeling. Though Leah would never admit it, she was "in heat".

She eagerly followed Peter as he showed her the changing rooms. She went inside, noting with pleasure the size and comfort of the room. Certainly her ex had not spared any expense in making Kinks 'N' Links a high-class sex emporium.

Leah closed the door and began to quickly undress. She was shocked to see her nipples so swollen and erect. It was as if they were begging for the nipple clamps.

But Leah waited. She stripped completely, even though she did not need to do so to try on the clamps. Her panties were soaking wet. Leah wouldn't be able to wear them. She threw them in the trash can in the corner.

She stood before the mirror. She had to admit that she looked pretty good for a woman her age. Leah began to run her hands over her body, each tender caress causing a trmor of lust to pass through her body. She tried to remember the last time she had cum, but it had been so long ago she couldn't.

She carefully read the instructions on the package, then applied the nipple clamps. The mixture of pain and pleasure overwhelmed her. She fell to the floor of the fitting room and began to furiously finger her wet, wide-open pussy. With her other hand she rubbed her hard, throbbing clit.

"MMMmmm!!! OOOooohhh!!! AAAaaahhh!!! YESSS!!! FUUCK!!! I'M CUUMMMMMMIIIINNNGG!!!"

Leah was screaming out her release, no longer caring if Peter heard. She was cumming, harder than she had ever cum in her life. And she wanted more. Much more!
 
Peter

I sat in the office, thumbing through the books, yet not really seeing them.

My mind was on Ms Davenport, in the changing room. I wondered what she was doing, would she actually put the clamps on, or just look.

My cock was stretching my pants, just thinking about her tits, and nipples, i wondered, "is she naked and wet?"

Then I heard her scream

I ran as fast as I could to the booth, pulling open the door, and stopped
my eyes popping out almost
She was on the floor, naked, in the middle of an orgasm
All I could say was

"Holy fuck, I want some of that."
 
Leah

In the middle of Leah's mind-blowing orgasm, the door flew open and there was Peter Rossi. She felt far too good to stop. In fact, the orgasm was so intense Leah could not have stopped, even if she had wanted to do so. Through glassy eyes she simply stared at Peter. Leah knew she should feel embarassed, but she was beyond even that. All she wanted at that moment was more of the sensations of pleasure shaking her body.

Leah realized she must look like a slut, lying there on the floor masturbating, the nipple clamps on her tits. But at that moment Leah was willing to look like a slut. She even felt like a slut. And she loved the feeling. It was a feeling she had denied far too long.

As Peter came into the dressing room and began to tear off his clothing, Leah felt powerless to stop him. In fact, Leah wanted him. At that moment Leah simply wanted sex. Any way and every way.

"OOOooohhh!!! Peter, Fuck My Hot, Horny Cunt!! Now!"

Leah couldn't believe she was saying such words. But she knew it was what she wanted. What she needed.
 
Peter

I began to tear off my suit, my shirt, I could hear her crying out, telling me to fuck her.
As if i needed telling, I was fucking rampant

"OOOooohhh!!! Peter, Fuck My Hot, Horny Cunt!! Now!"

Naked, I lay on top of her, quickly removing a clamp, and fastening my mouth on her right tit, sucking hard on the engorged nipple.
I bit it pulling her tit, as she cried out again

"FUCK MEEEEEEEEEEEEEE NOWW."

Her hand was on my cock, guiding it into her throbbing little hole.
I rammed it deep, feeling her cunt grabbing it, squeezing my dick hard, as I started to pound her.
Her legs lifted, locking me inside her. I was fucking Ms Davenport for all I was worth, biting on her neck as my cock drove in and out
faster and harder.
I knew it was wrong, but could not stop, she scratched her nails down my back, gouging out channels, making me scream as I started to cum. Twitching inside of her wet hot slippy cunt, then exploding.
My cream flying free in a rush of orgasmic ecstasy.
I could feel her cumming again and again, spasms rippling through her body. I looked at her, thinking to myself

"Holy fuck what have I done, this is my boss, and I just fucked her brains out"

I quickly pulled free, grabbing my clothes, trying to apologise, telling her how sorry I was.
 
Leah

It was all over much too quickly. Leah found herself lying on the floor of the fitting room with Peter grabbing his clothes and apologizing. Apologizing?!

"Why?! What?!?! Wasn't it any good?!?!?!" Leah's questions began to pour out at she tried to think coherently.

She had just had the most awesome sex of her life and her partner was apologizing and preparing to run. Leah began to think that she just didn't understand sex. But she needed to try to understand now that she owned a store that specialized in sexual merchandise.

Leah could feel tears beginning to form in her eyes. But she would not cry. Not in front of Peter, anyway. She steeled herself, looked coldly at her employee and stated, "I think those nipple clamps are excellent. Are there other similar devises for women, items that accentuate the physical sensations?"

Leah lie back on the floor hating to admit it to herself. But she wanted more sexual stimulation. More pleasure mixed with pain.
 
Re: Leah

I looked at her, she did not answer me at first, just a puzzled look upon her face, almost tearful. Then she spoke to me, her voice strong again, as it was the first time we met, earlier at 10am.

"I think those nipple clamps are excellent. Are there other similar devises for women, items that accentuate the physical sensations?"

"Oh yes, there is much more for you to see and try Ms Davenport."

I dropped my clothes, and lowered my self to kneel next to her, smiling, I gently removed the remaining clamp from her left nipple. Holding her breast up, I kissed the hard peak tenderly, and caressed it with my tongue, before sucking it, letting my tongue run over it, again and again. I could hear her moaning softly, and raised my head.

"But first, the other nipple, restore it to its full sensivity."

I repeated my ministering, only this time, her hand came behind my head, pulling me closer, as she started to squirm beneath me.
I could not help but think that another orgasm was imminent, and slipped my hand between her legs. We had all day to try out the toys, but this lady needed to cum agin, and soon.

Her legs parted, as two fingers invaded her secret place, rubbing her inner wall, searching for her G spot, That little spongy rise that so many crave. The moment I touched it, she same, throwing he rhead back, and crying out in passion. I began to wonder exactly what I was getting into here, but I was not concerned too much, Ms Davenport, was making sure of that.

I gwntly released her, smiled, and said

"Shall we return to the office? and I will bring some suitable effects for you to peruse, and show you how they work"
 
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