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Sat Sex Shopping and Dark Theaters
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Sat Sex Shopping and Dark Theaters It was a toss up. Was I more worried about my personal safety or something happening to my car? I wasn't sure. My friend assured me I'd be okay. What does she know; she doesn't even live here. I looked in my mirrors and re-checked the area around me before I opened the door and stepped onto the street. Patricia's was the name of the sex store. We walked inside. The store was smaller than I expected. Two others were inside--an employee and a young latino guy. Slow night, I guessed, for a Sat. Behind the counter stood Ella the clerk. She wore a baggy collared shirt, "Patricia" embroidered high above her left breast. She introduced herself, and I shook her hand and told her our names. Ella wasn't intimidating, and we both felt comfortable asking her anything. She told us to take our time and browse; she gave us space, but was easily summoned if we needed anything. What is it about walking into adult stores? No one wants to be seen walking in or out, and you wonder if the men are creepers, regular guys, or sex addicts once you're in. Anyway, Ella was sweet. The Latino guy seemed more interested in their DVD<b> library </font></b>than what two, forty year olds were surveying. After about 10 minutes, Ella offered to power up the vibrating toys we'd chosen. I noticed a dispenser of anti bacterial jelly displayed near her credit card machine. The germ-a-phobe in me cringed at the thought of who groped the dildo I was about to buy---ick. Initially I thought Ms. Ella was disabled. Her hair needed recoloring badly. Maybe she was at the point in life, choosing to wear it in it's natural state---lifeless and gray. It was long for an older gal; parted in the middle and thoughtlessly pulled back in a ponytail; she seemed misplaced, since she wasn't the typical clerk you'd find cashiering at a sex shop. Not the type that would attract men or encourage loitering. But was she older? Maybe not. If she was in her sixties, she looked great for her age. Impossible to say if her rode-hard weathered look was from drugs, a hard life or from her natural right of passage. I sensed she had a gentle way about her; and the longer we spoke, the more charming she seemed. I briefly wondered if she had someone nice to go home to. Does working as librarian at a sex shop mean she's a talented lover? "Are you ever afraid being in here by yourself?" I asked. She said, "Yes. Now and then, but there's a guard that comes at the end of my shift, he'll be here soon". This wasn't a safe intersection. Lots of shootings in South St. Louis lately. I walked to the door to check on my car; my friend continued browsing. The 20 something latino guy was still crouched on the floor. He crawled back and forth in front of the DVD's. I saw him glance over his shoulder a few times to see what we were doing. "Handsome with great broad shoulders" I thought to myself. Briefly I considered unbuttoning his pants. I watched him head for the counter. He bought one DVD and left---barely glancing at me after that. I continued thinking about him for a minute, "too young, and he might not even speak english"... I surveyed the shelves awhile longer before I finally settled on a toy. 8" pink, vibrating, and it wasn't hard plastic like my other one. The sculpted veins might make a difference. Before handing her my money, my friend asked me to compare the vibration of mine with the one she picked. Ella carefully unwrapped the toys. I stood watching my friend stroke the vibrating cocks. I had an intense urge to put mine back, because of the germ thing. My aversion subsided after I figured out how I'd sanitize it when I got home. Ella inserted batteries in mine and it danced across the counter. "Here". She handed me a piece of torn register tape. "The guy who left here asked me to give you this". I stared at the paper, it read "cafe eau, 11 pm". Guess he wasn't headed straight home with his new DVD. My friend snatched the note from my hand. "I should have known" she laughed. I'm almost too frightened to get from this adult store to my car ---much less meet a latino guy at this hotel bar called Cafe Eau. I laughed while announcing to Ella "I'd fuck that young latino guy, but we're meeting some girls at the strip club later". She laughed and said "he doesn't look like your type". Maybe not I thought too. I've never been to a strip club, and although I may not be missing much...I was going tonight--FOR SURE. "Let's go there, to cafe eau". "huh" I said "Lets go meet him" my friend insisted. "He's WAY too young to even flirt with" "I'm the guest" "Yeah" I said "but we're suppose to meet the girls at 12:30." "are we close" she asked "sort of." I considered it. "alright, we'll go for a bit" ... A man scooted down so we'd have two seats side by side. The dim bar was hopping, the band was on break. We ordered our drinks and got doubles. "Why two drinks" I asked the bartender. "the man over there bought you ladies a round". Half expecting to see our latin friend, I looked to my left. It was an old friend of mine from high school. I hadn't seen John in years. I left my girlfriend to go and say hello as the band started back up. A few minutes later I noticed someone on her opposite side inviting her to the crowded dance area. I couldn't make out if he was attractive, but it appeared she was having fun. Maybe the latino guy? Still haven't seen him. "Still pretty, aren't you?". "Awww thanks John, you're still pretty too." John tossed back his last swig of scotch and snickered at my sarcasm. "We're going across the hall to the Bistro" he said. "Can't. Sorry. I'm with my friend." He fingered the cubes in his glass and then traced my lips with his chilly finger "It wasn't an invitation, go tell your girlfriend". As if I had to, I got up. My friend seemed too occupied to care where I was off to. I cupped my hands around my mouth and shouted at her on the dance floor "I'll be at the Bistro across the hall". She nodded and I left. The bartender was young, but quick to mention he was "into older women". OMG I hate that classification. He told me his girlfriend had moved to Guam a year ago and tonight she'd texted him. He showed me his phone 'decided not to come back' glowed from his phone. I tried cheering him up by insisting he could easily replace her. John seemed preoccupied by whatever was transpiring on his blackberry. We reminisced and caught up on where we'd seen some of our mutual friends. I felt the booze. I was ready to switch to coffee; I didn't want to appear like a middle aged lush or a 20 year old who couldn't handle a few drinks. The bartender came from behind the bar, placed his hands on my shoulders and spoke quietly in my ear. "How about a movie pass for next time you visit me?". I wasn't sure what he was alluding to, but I watched him head toward the hostess station. He was sexy. Sexy and tempting. He was definitely sad too. What a sucker I am for a sad, lonely guy. He returned with a half dozen free passes. I thanked him and passed two to John who was now talking on the phone. The bartender quizzed me. "How do you know one another". I told him we were high school pals. "Not together?", he asked. "No, no" I said. John hung up and said "on call tonight, ruins my plans for you". I laughed. "Plans?". "Married and happy, did I mention that?". "I know" he responded. He kissed me tenderly on the lips, "later baby". Feeling inappropriately kissed in public, I sat there quietly for a few minutes. Guess I'd head back into the bar. Or maybe? "Hey Mr. Bartender, can we get into the threatre through the employee door out there". I pointed at the door. He inspected my chest. His cheeks looked flushed. He re-wiped the smudges from a wine glass before responding. "Only from the hall door. It's locked, but I have the keys". "The movies are over for tonight, and it's dark back there" he said. I touched the screen on my phone, scrolled down to my girlfriend's name and typed 'on break w bartender bb soon'. "Take me there". He dropped his rag and I followed... wanderingkiss In All My Galore... |
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Wait a minute! Where is the “rest of the story”?? HAAA, I adore it so far!! Not sure I’d really consider Patricia’s (fka Priscilla’s) a “sex shop” though. Oh I know they do a lot of business in toys and porn rentals, but think it caters more to the middle class suburban married folks (aka folks like you and me!) than true hard-core pervs. BUT maybe next time I’m in STL you can “show me” this one.  We Need a New Emoticon Blog Jeopardy Hit Me Private Cleavage 1 My Private Blog ‒ Tell me your secrets
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lol...names are sometimes changed to protect the innocent. Also, the real ending was much better than the posted version. *wrinkles brow* okay, so I admit I haven't ever been to a strip club. BUT, if the true hard-core pervs have a more elegant venue somewhere else, I'd kinda like to know where it is! Tell me your secrets darling. *smile* wanderingkiss In All My Galore...
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Well if you wanna go this weekend....let me know...I am available. *wonders if you'd be good protection* wanderingkiss In All My Galore...
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8/7/2010 11:21 pm |
Thanks for the flirt kiss on my profile my dear...been trying to figure out how to say hello and found this. My name is same at the yellow smiley guy. B
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Thanks for the flirt kiss on my profile my dear...been trying to figure out how to say hello and found this. My name is same at the yellow smiley guy. B wanderingkiss In All My Galore...
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8/8/2010 11:43 pm |
Well now we wouldn't want to mess with your zen my dear...don't have to do the couple thing....like to chat at all?
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Miss u too! Nothing new with me  wanderingkiss In All My Galore...
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3/17/2011 3:10 pm |
lets hook up
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4/21/2011 8:25 pm |
Great story ... hope it's just the first installment.. 
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wow...good story....fun with the bartender! I was a bartender once in my life...and I met some fun woman! See ya, VF “Life is available only in the present moment.” Thich Nhat Hanh Come and read my blog! Become a watcher! veryfunnycple64 
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2/5/2014 5:44 am |
Hello there, would love to chat, I see you viewing profile but never email me.. wanna chat?
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