I couldn't believe it was finally happening. After months of job hunting, sending out hundreds of resumes, and going to interviews where I had to pretend to be someone I wasn't, today was my first day at the job I'd always secretly dreamed of. It was a place that not only fascinated me, but also gave me a sense of freedom.
When I accepted the offer, my best friend burst out laughing.
“Seriously, Matt? A sex shop? Couldn't you find anything more normal?” he asked.
“Normal? Maybe. But you know what, Jeff? I won't have to pretend to be someone else there.”
Because the truth was that most of the jobs I applied for required not only qualifications, but also... playing a role. Being nice, polite, proper. Pretending that my personal life was a non-issue.
It was different in this store. Here, sex wasn't a shameful topic, it was the reason this place existed in the first place.
As I left the house, I felt like a kid before his first day of school. A mixture of stress and excitement swirled inside me, and each step brought me closer to a place that seemed like another world. Finally, I saw the sign. Black letters, red neon, slightly dimmed light in the window. On the door, there was a sticker that read: “18+ Only.”
My heart started beating faster. This wasn't just a job at an electronics store or a cafe. It was a space where I could fully be myself.
Because I had always been the guy who not only loved sex, but was also fascinated by everything related to it, toys, lingerie, porn movies. I was never ashamed of it. And now I was going to be part of a place where all of that was at my fingertips.
Before I went in, I paused for a moment. I took a deep breath, as if trying to remember this moment forever. This was my moment. A new beginning.
A broad smile appeared on my face.
“Here we go,” I muttered to myself and pushed the door open.
I had no idea that this place would draw me in so much. And that it wasn't just about the job... but also about how much it would change me.
The door opened with a quiet chime, and I immediately felt the impact of a scent that was a mixture of everything sexual. Rubber. Leather. The sweet aroma of cheap lubricant. And something else, a slightly damp, electrifying scent that made my body react faster than I wanted it to. It was like the air after a club party, where someone is fucking in a dark corner.
The light was dim, soft, and warm, with pink neon above the main counter. The neon pulsed gently, reflecting off the rows of lubricant bottles lined up in neat rows on the shelves. In the background, there was a quiet, rhythmic humming sound; the vibrators on display were running in demo mode.
I took a few steps inside and my eyes widened in delight. On the left, jockstraps hung neatly on shiny black shelves. Different colors, different styles. Some simple and sporty, others so provocative that one glance was enough to imagine the naked body they were meant to display. I stared at them a little too long.
On the right, the BDSM section. Fur-lined handcuffs, straps, harnesses, leather masks, and gags. Everything smelled of fresh leather and dangerous promises. Fantasies in physical form.
And then I saw the shelf with dildos.
I stopped dead in my tracks.
Rows of different sizes, colors, shapes. Some realistic, in skin tones, others fanciful, in neon green or black, with protrusions or strange curves. One had a small yellow card hanging on it with the words: “King Size, only for the brave.” It was so huge that for a second I thought it was a joke.
My dick twitched in my pants. Seriously? Already?
I swallowed and looked around to see if anyone had noticed. Fortunately, the store was empty.
But I couldn't stop thinking. Imagining.
I imagined a guy kneeling in the middle of the store, in a jockstrap, with that huge dildo in his hand. As if he were putting his body up for sale along with all those toys.
I felt my jeans getting tighter and tighter.
Then my gaze was drawn to the screens on the wall.
They were showing clips from porn movies, gay, straight, group sex. Some were only slightly provocative, others were direct, raw. Images of naked bodies, hip movements, tongues on skin.
I stood there mesmerized, my body reacting to every frame.
This place was no ordinary store.
It was a temple of sex.
And I was its new student.
And even though I tried to calm my breathing, I knew one thing: if I was already this excited, how would I survive the whole day in this place?
“I see you've found our premium section.” A low, confident voice snapped me out of my trance.
I spun around abruptly, my heart jumping into my throat.
In the doorway leading to the back room stood my new boss, John.
He was tall, with broad shoulders, his T-shirt stretched tight across his muscular chest, the fabric barely holding together at the collar.
He had a neatly trimmed beard and a gaze that made me feel like he could read my mind.
“Matt, right? First day?” He smiled slightly.
“Yes... yes, that's me,” I replied, trying not to sound like a complete idiot.
He came closer, and I could smell his cologne, heavy and masculine, mingling with the smell of rubber and leather in the store.
“Come on. I'll show you everything before we let customers in. You need to know this place like the back of your hand.”
We walked along the shelves. The boss showed me the different sections: lubricants, anal toys, masturbators, jockstraps, and with each one he added comments that mixed professionalism with humor:
“These are our XL dildos. Don't ask if anyone really buys them. They do. Sometimes they come back for bigger ones.” he said, winking at me.
I laughed nervously, trying to hide the fact that my dick was starting to stir again.
Then we moved on to the underwear section.
“Here's everything to show off your body. Jockstraps, briefs... Customers love it when someone can advise them on what will best accentuate their ass,” he said, and I swallowed hard.
He picked up one of the jockstraps, black with a black waistband, and held it out toward me.
“See? This one fits almost anyone.”
I couldn't take my eyes off his hand on the fabric.
“You’ve got something about you, Matt. The customers are going to love you.”
“Come to the back,” he said, turning around. “That's where theory ends and practice begins.”
I followed him, feeling that this day was just beginning to excite me.
The back room was completely different from the main hall. There were no neon lights or dim lighting inside, just simple white lamps and a long table with boxes of new products on it. The smell was stronger there. Leather, latex, freshly unpacked toys. There was a light, sweet smell of lubricant in the air, as if someone had just tested something and forgotten to clean up.
“This is your kingdom when you're on shift alone,” said the boss, leaning his hip against the table. “This is where we receive deliveries, store goods, and sometimes conduct... demonstrations.”
The way he said the last word gave me goosebumps. “Demonstrations.” My brain immediately conjured up images that I shouldn't have at work.
The boss reached for the box, cut the tape, and took out a medium-sized, skin-colored dildo.
“This is our bestseller. The perfect size for beginners. Remember, when a customer asks about something, don’t be afraid to use the real names. A cock is a cock, an ass is an ass. They need to feel that it’s normal.”
I watched him turn the toy in his hands as if it were something completely ordinary. And I... felt my heart racing as I imagined completely different situations with this object in the lead role.
”You'll be on your own tomorrow," he continued, putting the dildo back on the table. “You learn best through experience. Watch the customers, read their body language. Many of them will pretend they're buying something for their girlfriend, but you'll know better.”
He smiled slightly and patted me on the shoulder. His hand was warm, heavy, leaving a pleasant tingling sensation on my skin.
When he left, I was alone in the room. Around me were shelves full of toys and a scent that made my cock throb in my pants. I looked at the dildo lying on the table. Then at the screen in the corner, which was looping a promotional video with shots of bodies and moans.
For the first time, I thought this place might get me hooked.
Not just the work.
The fantasy. The forbidden playground.
I reached out and ran my fingers over the smooth surface of the toy, feeling my breath quicken.
Tomorrow I'll be here alone, and I know it's going to be interesting.
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