As mentioned in my Theme Reveal, my character Isola is taking over! She’s going to share with you some of her crazy stories, mostly centered around working in a Sex Toy Shop. Take it away, Isola!

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Gosh, there are so many fetishes. There are ones that are totally taboo, and there are ones that a little more the norm. I can’t even decide which one of the fetishes is my favorite. But my favorite type of customer is the one who has a fetish, and they have trouble admitting it. Obviously, I want my customers to leave the store happy, and when it comes to making purchases, you have to admit what you want in order to leave happy.

Last week, this woman came in, and the first thing I thought was that she looked like a mouse. Not in appearance, but in stature. She was tiny, yes, but it was more the way she was carrying herself.

“Hello,” I said brightly. “Let me know if there’s anything I can help you with today.”

She nodded slightly, but I noticed that she wasn’t looking at me. She was looking at the floor.

I didn’t want to pressure her. I knew that I was more likely to make a sale if she felt comfortable. I gave her some time, watching her surreptitiously. She wandered the whole store, walking down every aisle, looking at every shelf. I noticed that she lingered more on the butt plugs than anywhere else.

When she had gone back to the butt plugs for the third time and wandered away again, I knew that I had my chance. I walked over to the butt plugs and started going through each one, arranging boxes neatly and tidying the area.

“Oh, I love this one,” I said, picking one up and smiling at it. I acted as though I was talking to myself, but she took the bait. I noticed that she walked a few feet closer to me, peering over my shoulder at the box. I turned to her and smiled brightly, “Sorry, did you want to look at it? It’s my favorite.”

She blushed from her neck under her modest cut blouse to the roots of her auburn hair. She shook her head slightly, but I could see her hands itching to reach for it.

“It’s okay,” I said, “don’t be shy.” I dropped my voice even though there was no one else in the store. “I don’t know about you,” I said in a conspiratorial whisper, “but I love that this one vibrates. There’s nothing quite like it.”

She looked at me for the first time, and I couldn’t tell if her eyes were always open that wide or if it was because she was surprised at what I said. I was reminded of a girl I had a crush on in high school who had these big beautiful eyes. She probably thought they were too big, but I would get lost in them if I had ever had the nerve to stare into them. I mentally shook my head to get out of my past and smiled at the woman in front of me.

I turned back to the shelf and put the vibrator back, organizing and situating boxes again, even though everything was done already. “This one is nice. The base is particularly flared, so you don’t have to worry about losing it.”

“That is a good quality,” she whispered.

Her voice was so low, I wasn’t sure that I was even supposed to hear it, but I nodded anyway.

“H-have you used all of these?” she asked, stuttering just a little.

I turned back to her. “Not all of them, but many.” I paused long enough for her to process what I was saying, “I have to say that anal play is definitely one of my fetishes.” I grinned. I couldn’t help it. I wasn’t lying.

“Me too,” she whispered.

“Well, then you should definitely pick out one of these.” I went back to the one that vibrated and held it out to her. “This one is my recommendation, but they’re all good in their own way. Let me know if there’s anything else I can help you with,” I said, and then I slowly wandered away.

She did come back to the store later. But for more on my mousy friend, you’ll have to come back for N is for Nipple Clamps!

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