There in a land of all possibilities lived the small town of Naught. The people were friendly and caring as such and often stopped by the local "goods" store, from candy to combs, dildo to donuts, dolls to footwear, the local store had everything anyone wanted or needed.
Candice was the clerk and store own, a witch who only used her magic to stock and restock shelves as well as clean the floors and counters. She always welcomed customers with a happy and loving smile, her amber eyes were warm and safe, while her wavy brown hair flowed down her back once she took it out of it's ponytail.
Today was a brand new day, most of the townsfolk were at a big celebration of the town being founded, they would probably be there until the morning rise. Candice sat on her chair behind the register and opened a magazine, today would be a slow day and that she didn't mind.
A man came in, she didn't catch anything, but his soft baby blue eyes as he rushed past her. Most customers were like that, they had gotten used to the store by now and they knew where and which aisle they needed to go down.
However the man went down each aisle, slowly looking over all items laid out on the shelf, he would pick one or two up look at them and place them back, he did that with every aisle before stepping up to the counter.
Candice closed the magazine catching eye to his smooth golden locks at the top of his head before settling on those baby blues once more.
"Yes?" She smiled, was there something there that he couldn't find? That would have been impossible, the store was huge. It had all commodities, all necessities, all wants and more.
He ran a hand through his soft hair and stared at Candice "Uh, I'm trying to find a pole."
Candice tilted her head, there were many poles, long and short, some for post lights, and some for signs. There are many sizes and types for tables and Christmas trees alike.
"What type of pole?" She asked.
"It's a pole for..." He blushed unsure what to say.
"Sir, I can't help you unless I know what it's for."
The handsome blonde haired man looked down at the cash register unable to meet her eyes "For sexual purposes."
"Oh, for your partner?" He only nodded at her question "No problem."
"Really?" He smiled happily "Thank you so much..."
"Candice." Candice held a hand out to shake his hand.
"I'm Tom." He shook her hand and then followed her down rows of aisles until they reached the desire aisle, there were long poles, over eighteen inches and longer, maybe two inches wide, each had different measures.
"Do any of these strike your fancy?" Candice asked. Tom pointed at one. Candice used her powers to lift the pole of eighteen inches off the shelf, it was easier than her picking it up. The pole was about and an two inches wide on each side.
"Okay, I can check you out at the front." Candice started to walk towards the front when she felt a warm hand stop her, it didn't grab her by the arm, but was under her shirt, under her bra squeezing her breasts. Candice blushed at the warm feeling, she hadn't been touched in a long time.
"Sir..." Candice slurred "Please stop.."
Tom got close behind her biting her neck "Why?"
"Because...It's inappropriate." Candice murmured as the hand rolled her nipple back and forth.
"No one's coming in today, why not go on a break?" Tom asked slipping another hand under her shirt.
"I have to man the store." Candice moaned. His hands were really working her breasts, kneading, squeezing, pulling, she was getting too heated.
"Or, you could go on a small break." Tom said lifting her shirt over her head.
"Stop..." She groaned trying to focus as he removed her bra. His hands wildly played with her breasts.
"You're so supple." Tom whispered, he pulled her down onto the cool tiled floor.
