I, known by the government as Benjamin Green, Ben to my friends, Benny to my mother, and amateur sex therapist to my subs, was stocking shelves like I did every night. I organized and creatively arranged products in pleasing displays. I enjoyed owning an Adult Novelties Shop. Most people don't get why I like to still remain so hands on. This business is my life. I've earned every penny for myself and built a very successful and professional business in retailing pleasure. I like to stay active, I take pride in how my store appears. I value the way sex can teach so much about people and oneself. With myself being here full time I only need three other employees to run the store. I've been described as pretty relaxed for a boss. I do run a tight ship, but I also believe in treating my employees as people instead of objects.
I walked up to the front counter with the empty box, deconstructed for recycling purposes. Terri, a woman in her mid thirties, took the cardboard from me, and added it to the growing pile.
"Got one more left, it's your favorite!" She laughed, handing over a box full of varying anal toys and lube. Terri's my best friend. I hired her shortly after I started the business. She's a no nonsense, kind hearted having lived through hell, accepting of everyone who can ride the ride type of woman. A few years older than myself, we bonded quickly and always have each other's backs. I beamed, looking into the box, my smile all teeth.
"Awe you saved the best for last, just for me!" We both laughed, I carried it around the corner to the anal toy wall. From here I couldn't see the customer walk in, but I heard the door chime. Knowing Terri would handle it, I kept stocking. If she needed me I was just on the other side of the wall.
I heard Terri's charming customer service voice talking over the store's radio. She did the normal meet and greet type of thing. We've found that asking how they heard about us not only helps us narrow our advertising but also breaks the ice. He heard the customer, a feminine voice explained she was referred to the shop and after looking it up, they came.
"This place has a ton of positive reviews about customer service and acceptance, plus a plethora of various goodies to get you going. I came here once with a group of friends about a month ago and it was a great experience. I wasn't really sure what I wanted, but ended up getting a pocket vibrator and a glass dildo."
I heard Terri ask,"What are we lookin' for today, doll?"
I grinned at the pause. I knew all too well the customer was looking around the room checking for other people before feeling like they could talk.
"So I've never gotten off and I need help." I heard a sweet melodic voice say. I guess she realized how that sounded because she quickly added in a rush "I'm not asking you for sex! Sorry if that's what it sounded like and excuse me for assuming but woman to woman, I have to ask, what the hell is wrong with me?"
I could hear Terri walking around the counter on the wooden floor as she chuckled, "Oh honey, okay. Walk me through it. What have you tried?"
"I'm not a virgin, I've had a few boyfriends and also a drunken night with a girlfriend. Honestly she came the closest to getting me off. I've enjoyed sex but I don't think I've ever actually had an orgasm. I know this is a lot to lay on someone." Her voice was almost breathy, like a weight was lifting off. "I'm sorry, I don't mean to unload. I've never told anyone. It was honestly easier to tell you, a complete stranger. How weird is that?" She laughed at the irony
"Hell, we're gonna be family after this." Terri joked "I don't mind helping at all. What's your name doll?"
"Layla, yours?"
"Terri, nice to meet you. Now what did your girl do that got you the closest to getting off?" Terri asked, not holding back her attempt to help.
"So, I'm not comfortable in my body. I always have the lights off or clothes on or something. I'm trying to get over that. With her, she's also fluffy and totally not judgemental. I had a gown on....... She played with my ass as she ate me out." She admitted after a pause.
I couldn't help but to ear hustle from intrigue now. I listened as she described a few scenes with previous partners, her beautiful voice like the stroke of a tongue, with every word it was increasingly harder to prevent my erection. The sounds of footsteps carried her musical voice closer. I tried to clear my mind, taking a deep breath and focusing on the tasks at hand. Without even seeing her, this innocent yet fierce personality piqued my interest. I liked the idea of this woman taking her sex life into her own hands... and toys. Sexuality should first be experimented with oneself anyways. How can you love someone else before loving yourself?
"We just got a restock of bestsellers plus some interesting new plugs." Terri's voice let me know how close they were.
"I've never tried them but if it works, great!" She joked but then added.
"Seriously, thank you for helping me and not thinking I'm crazy. I was tired of carrying around the secret. I hated the anxiety of being a weirdo who couldn't get off. I want to take my body back under my control. Being a psych major is hard enough without all this extra pent up energy. Yoga just isn't cutting it any more". They round the corner and finally I got to put an image to the beautiful voice in sexual distress.
I was holding a box in one arm and the other stocking products. I pretend I was lost in my thoughts so she would think I hadn't heard their conversation. She held her breath a second too long as my eyes ran over her thick body. Just as I was getting an eye full, the box tipped out of my hands and fell to the floor. Her lips opened in surprise. She immediately dropped to her knees.
"Fuck, she just might be a natural sub." I thought. She grabbed as many packages as she could to help. The door chimed again and Terri excused herself with a quick introduction "Layla this is Ben, Ben this is Layla." She says motioning between us.
"You're in good hands hon, holler if ya need any help."