Unreal

Nick searched up and down the long isles of the Fetish Emporia and he still wasn’t sure if this was a sex shop or a practical joke store. The customers being the butt of the joke. Seriously, he thought as he picked up a box, do they expect me to believe this? Nick had decided to leave and somehow avoid that pushy and intimidating owner Ms. White. She had practically pounced on him the moment he came in, politely asking him if he needed help but giving him the heebies and the jeebies with her magnificent navy blue suit and piercing intelligent eyes. ...

Jake walked suspiciously down the back alley afraid that he was lost or sent on a wild goose chase, a piece of paper with an address scribbled on it was clutched in his hand. He rounded a corner and he saw a simple sign hanging above an indiscriminate door, it read: FETISH EMPORIA This is the place, Jake thought, and he entered. The interior of the store was a complete surprise to Jake. It was clean and bright and smelled like new carpet. Fluorescent lights hummed merrily. Given the squalor of the alley he just came from, Jake was expecting some dirty little hole in the wall with some dirty little man behind the counter. Jake couldn’t see anyone in the store; he appeared to be the only customer. ...

A bell tinkled as Len walked through the door of the Fetish Emporia. The place smelled fresh and clean and was brightly lit, something new in Len’s experience of out of the way sex shops. “May I help you?” a voice said. Len turned to find a tall, regal woman dressed in a simple black suit. She wasn’t unattractive, a little too skinny for his taste, but not bad. “Er.. yeah,” Len said. He was a bit flustered by the woman. She had the officious air of royalty, of someone not to be messed with. “I heard about this place from a friend of a friend.” ...

“Oh you have to try it,” exclaimed Mary. Janet couldn’t believe the plain, mousy little a Mary would know about such a place. “Really?” Janet said warily. “Bill and I aren’t into porn or anything like that.” “It’s not a porno shop, and it doesn’t sell cheesy costumes either,” Mary said, digging through her purse. “It’ll make your fantasies come true. Literally.” Janet screwed up her face skeptically. “Seriously Janet,” Mary said, handing her a card. “Go there, you won’t regret it.” ...

Sally really didn’t like her roommate, and it wasn’t jealousy. Sure Penny was a tall and statuesque blonde with big boobs, a heart shaped ass, long shapely legs and a face right out of a glamour magazine; and sure she never got a blemish on her skin or gained an ounce of fat. No, Sally wasn’t jealous of her roommate’s effortless good looks; it was her approach to life Sally couldn’t stand. ...