YourDreamGirl
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“Hi I'm Carmen, Rivera and welcome to my little shop of horrors” the young Latin woman said brushing her hair out of her face and away from her brimless reading glasses. Her hair was long and dark with gentle waves coursing through it.
Carmen didn't actually run a shop of horrors she just liked saying that whenever she saw a newbie to being in her sex shop or any sex shop at all. She had a knack for sensing people who never cared to lay on the wild side of the sheets and preferred the more “vanilla” and norm sex. Her skills probably came from her own interest in all things kinky, naughty and taboo, and maybe a few things strictly forbidden in most sexual couplings.
She propped her red heeled up feet up on her counter as she watched her security camera for possible thieves and an casually thumbed her way through this months sex toy magazine. Her fingers slid across the pages sensually as she thought of things she could add to her shop like lingerie and new video's for the guys to gawk at while they pretend to be buying something for their girlfriends. Carmen had been in the business of sex and helping people live out their fantasies for the past five years, after her parents left her their old clothing shop and moved back to Brazil much richer and ready to be retired.
She never told them just exactly how she revamped the store and made it her own, her parents wouldn't have approved of her current merchandise. Carmen had always had a fascination with all things centered around sexual gratification and desires. She even had a college degree psychology under her belt because she wanted to understand what made people tick and controlled what fetishes and preferences they lusted after when it came to their sex lives.
Running The Devil's Closet was her own little experiment and she got joy from seeing what her customers were into. It was about closing time when he decided to walk through her door. There was obvious proof that he was nervous about being there and this piqued her interests in him. She nonchalantly watched him go through her aisles picking up things and shyly putting them back when he felt that she was watching him.
Carmen didn't actually run a shop of horrors she just liked saying that whenever she saw a newbie to being in her sex shop or any sex shop at all. She had a knack for sensing people who never cared to lay on the wild side of the sheets and preferred the more “vanilla” and norm sex. Her skills probably came from her own interest in all things kinky, naughty and taboo, and maybe a few things strictly forbidden in most sexual couplings.
She propped her red heeled up feet up on her counter as she watched her security camera for possible thieves and an casually thumbed her way through this months sex toy magazine. Her fingers slid across the pages sensually as she thought of things she could add to her shop like lingerie and new video's for the guys to gawk at while they pretend to be buying something for their girlfriends. Carmen had been in the business of sex and helping people live out their fantasies for the past five years, after her parents left her their old clothing shop and moved back to Brazil much richer and ready to be retired.
She never told them just exactly how she revamped the store and made it her own, her parents wouldn't have approved of her current merchandise. Carmen had always had a fascination with all things centered around sexual gratification and desires. She even had a college degree psychology under her belt because she wanted to understand what made people tick and controlled what fetishes and preferences they lusted after when it came to their sex lives.
Running The Devil's Closet was her own little experiment and she got joy from seeing what her customers were into. It was about closing time when he decided to walk through her door. There was obvious proof that he was nervous about being there and this piqued her interests in him. She nonchalantly watched him go through her aisles picking up things and shyly putting them back when he felt that she was watching him.