Pleasure Chest

Those who thought sex shops were for the heavily tattooed and nymphomaniac people are heavily mistaken. I've been to multitudes of sex shops on in the south and they are made and sold by people just like you and me.

Except they may be more open with their sexuality and know their bodies better than others. They know who they are.

Walking into the pleasure chest was like walking into a Glitter store plus Hot topic combined and replacing all of their products with sex and bdsm equipment. It lightened my heart. The black painted wall and red pvc tassels hanging from shelfs.

The floor was covered in silver glitter tiles easily reflecting the already heavy reflective lights. I loved these places where it is celebrated to walk about in PVC, swing floggers and paddles around. Buy leashes and my favorite the suction cup for dicks.

The store clerk was busy arranging some pornographic greeting cards but she quickly left the greeting cards and headed in our direction. We were greeted by a punk presenting olive skinned shop clerk with a pink mohawk and about 7 piercing in her face, and 13 piercings adorning her ears.

"I'm Kirstin. If you have any questions just come see me."

"Thank you so much, we definitely will," Mira said, "To the back we go."

She grabbed my hand and pulled my up a short flight of stairs to the toy section. Netarute and Copia tagged behind us, slowly looking around.

Neta called out, "We'll meet you in a bit."

"Okay, first things first. What toys did you bring?"

"Um I brought everything under the sea. I couldn't leave that shit at home and my parents would have no problems stealing them."

Mira roared with laughter. "Damn well I see you must be well advise in the art of sex. Maybe we didn't need to bring you here?" She questioned tapping the bottom of her chin looking around the store.

I shrugged, "Maybe I didn't need anything but I was really excited that I would be able to see the sex shop you go to. The closest sex store near me is like an hour and a half away. So, I get most of my stuff from online."

She hummed in acknowledgement, rolling her eyes to the ceiling to think before looking at me, " Well, what do you not have?"

I thought for a minute. Then a pleasurable smile slid onto my face as I seriously thought about it.

"Follow me please." I said half turning to grab Mira's hand with my left and securing it in my right so that as I walked her hand would have to brush my butt. I bumped shoulders with Netarute on purpose as I turned the corner. Assaulted with her vanilla coconut scent again a shiver ran down my back. I hoped I'd never get used to this scent.

I led them through the isles searching for that machine I had seen so many times on Bunshub. I found it in the back right of the store, the part that varied off from the book section.

"This is my piece de résistance" I said in my terrible French accent as I let go of Mira's hand to bend down and point to a big box with a picture of a dildo connected to a machine with arrows moving back and forth dictating the motion of the dildo going back and forth on its own.

Netarute with wide eyes gasped placing a hand on her heart, " 5 different speeds and 3 rotational directions. WTF? Why didn't I know about this?"

"Hahaha, maybe because you don't watch the type of porn that I do." I paused.

" I always wanted to know what these things feel like. They can do things that hands, dildos, and dicks could not ever dream doing. "

"Damn girl, what else is in that brain that I don't know about?" Mira asked

I laughed, "That is for later, You have to spend more time with me to fully understand my true character" I patted her shoulder.

We continued to walk around the store looking at various items. Netarute and Copia busied themselves in the DVD section. I caught them making out. I guess Netarute had forgiven her for her bitchy attitude at brunch.

When we were done, Mira had picked out two anal plugs. She rang up with Kirstin and we headed back to the house. Netarute rode up front this time and that seemed to keep Copia under control.

The rest of the afternoon was pretty uneventful. Mira did show me their toy reserves. The ottoman in the living room was actually a trunk and it was FILLED with toys and batteries. Upstairs they each had their own boxes of toys.

"We don't use them all the time, but they're nice to have and who doesn't love variety," Mira giggled.

Trying to hold back my laughter I put my hand of my hips, "Mira I think you are a hoarder. A hoarder of toys. You don't need four different colors of the same dildo."

"I do! Each dildo matches my mood at the time." Mira wined as I let loose a string of laughter pleading with Neta to be on my side on this. Neta just shook her head at me with a hopelessly amused face.

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That night before I cooked dinner, I went out on the back porch and took a few minutes to call Mom and Dad. Mom, as expected, didn't answer the phone. I left her a short message telling her to call me back whenever she got a chance. I guessed that would be some time on Wednesday.

After I hung up, I called Dad and he answered on the second ring. My Dad is a Veterinary physician in Flint Rock, Georgia. He takes house calls for lot of horses, dogs, and cats. Seldom does he do surgery. Dad answered me with enthusiasm. I told him about my day and asked about his. He explained was working on a some paper work for a horse who sprained its leg going into a ditched. We talked about how mom was and the horrible macaroni she made for him this week.

I squealed, "She's still tryin? It's been years dad. "

"I know I know. But once she thinks she has something fixed she just has to try it or she will never live it down. I refuse to let her haunt me because of macaroni." Both sides of the phone were filled with laughter.

My dad is the cook in the relationship. He was glad I made it safely and also pleased that the girls and I were getting along so well. I told him about the move and the few good things that came from being here, completely going around the topic of Copia.

Even though I didn't have work the next day, the evening definitely had that daunting feel of a Sunday night. Netarute had a faculty meeting first thing in the morning and Mira had two appointments in Malibu. I think Copia had the day off on Monday, but I wasn't about to ask her what she was up to.

I whipped up some fried shrimp. Made a Mediterranean salad with avocado toast and plantains. While I was marinating the shrimp I couldn't help but think it was because of the complexity of our living situation.

I barely saw Copia until dinner. She still hadn't gotten the stick out of her ass? Shouldn't she be mad at her ex and not me. I didn't do anything and obviously her ex isn't going to come back. She should be able to see that her lovers are ready to move on so at least try to be supportive at the very least. Or she can leave And not give me shit. Just saying.

I wondered how Mira and Neta even got Copia to agree to this live in relationship situation. Copia seems like someone who bottles up her problems until the last minute and take it out of everyone else. I didn't want things to think of the consequences with Netarute and Mira if Copia and I were at each other's throats for the next week.

If this continues I needed to find someway to make reduce the tension with Copia. She's stressing me out and I haven't even started my modeling gig yet. Stress is not good for the complexation.

When I got to work on the salad a couple things dawned on me. One, Stress beings wrinkles and pimples, and dull hair. I had to start taking care of myself more. I didn't have a problem with wrinkles themselves, but stressed induced wrinkles. Nah uh sis. Talk with Copia is like try fight fire with ice.

That night we ate in front of the television, watching and flipping between reruns of Good Families Matters, Soesha, and One and One. After about forty-five minutes into the shows, we finished out meals. Copia had taken all of our plates even mine without batting a eyelash and put them in the sink.