D for Danielle Chapter 4: The Adult Bookstore (Patreon)

The Uber driver dropped Daniel off at the Red Letter Bookstore up on old RT 33. He popped out of the car and, as soon as he closed the passenger door, the vehicle sped off into the black night. “Hmmmm,” he murmured as he watched the taillights fade into the darkness as it traveled down the road, into the seeming void.

He turned and saw the old cinder block building, with the store’s name in red letters above the door. Tucked away off the exit, it stood alone, its lone billboard sign barely visible above the treeline for highway passers by to see. Due to zoning ordinances, it had to be out of the city limits and sequestered away from other buildings. It was quite literally in the middle-of-nowhere. He wondered if he would be even able to get another driver to come out here and pick him up. Daniel decided he would worry about it later. The adrenaline kept pushing him ahead, his excitement almost too much to bear.

The buzz of the two parking lot lamps broke through the cool quiet autumn air. Only two cars were out front, while a couple of semis rested on the shoulder across the road. One of the cabs hummed, its generator in action. Daniel often wondered what the inside of one of those compartments looked like, where truckers slept. Was there an older guy in there watching porn he just purchased from this very store? Was he wanking his big fat trucker cock to it at this very moment? What genre was he into? MILFs? Ladyboys? Lesbians? Cuckolds? BDSM?

He snapped out of it. Sometimes he asked himself too many questions. It was better to turn off his brain and move forward. So, determined, yet nervous, that adrenaline mixed with excitement, he grabbed the handle of the door and stepped inside the Red Letter Bookstore. 

The bright lights of the shop immediately exposed him. The skinny clerk in a black Motorhead t-shirt looked up from his magazine and asked for his ID. He wiped his greasy hair back as he took Daniel’s driver’s license. Eyeing the birthdate -- he had just turned 19 last month -- the clerk muttered something and handed it back.  

Daniel put his ID in his wallet and started to walk around the store. He had seen pics of places like this online but had never been on one before. He first stopped by the mainstream movie section to help get his bearings. He was familiar with DVDs, but was amazed physical media for porn still existed when all you had to do to find it was look on your computer or phone. He guessed some people needed an extra level of discretion? Married men whose wives looked at their browser histories? Corporate execs who didn’t want internet purchases showing up on their bank statements? 

Scanning over the boxes, images of silicone pumped minxes in various sultry positions penetrated his mind. He loved how they looked. But the same conflict was always inside him: Wishing to get hard thinking about fucking them, instead wanting to be them. It was becoming more and more impossible to resist the feelings that dominated his core being.

Daniel moved from the DVDs to the toy and lingerie section. He peeked over his shoulder to see what the clerk was up to. He looking down at his phone, most likely playing a game. Daniel was almost a little miffed the store attendant wasn’t paying any attention to him. Strangely, he liked being watched. 

The toys on the wall seemed designed for aliens. Many were long and thick. How did they fit inside? He’d seen the gape girls do their thing in videos and was always amazed. Letting out an anxious giggle, he gravitated to less daunting realms of inches and girth, and narrowed down a few selections. Then he went by the lingerie. It was all so expensive! But he wanted something to wear tonight. Something slutty. Something pink!

Just then the door to the store opened and a tall, slender, older blonde woman walked in. Following behind her was an older man who looked quite bashful. Daniel gazed over and quickly spotted a leather posture collar around the man’s neck -- he’d never seen that before in person! 

She was dressed in a black European cut leather jacket, white satin low-cut blouse, a tight mini-skirt, seamed stockings and high heels. Her hands were adorned with black leather gloves. She looked regal and elegant, in complete control of the situation and her surroundings. 

Who are these people?! Daniel asked himself. But somehow he knew: These were forbidden explorers. The kind you read about but never see in real life. Yet, here they were. In the flesh.

After speaking briefly with the clerk, the tall dominant woman locked eyes on Daniel and sized him up. Almost dismissively, she turned her attention back to her slave. Leading him around the store by his leash, her high heels clicking. Daniel looked back over to gauge the reaction of the clerk, but he just stood there reading his magazine as if nothing was happening.

She led the man in a circle around the room, parading him. They walked by Daniel a second time, who was dismissed again. After this showing, this display of owned property, she pushed the servant forward to the peep show section of the store. Through the curtains, they entered some sort of nexus of sexual energy. And Daniel knew what was back there. Again, he had read of such places, where the unknown entered you.

Where am I? What am I doing here? I should leave!

Daniel wanted to get out of there before the woman and her slave re-emerged from the back room. He quickly walked around the store and gathered the items he had scouted out: A black medium-sized butt plug, a long white vibrator, and a pink negligee. The clerk gave him a second look before ringing him up. He took his time loading the batteries into the vibrator to make sure it worked -- Daniel wanted the transaction to speed up! 

Finally the clerk ran his credit card and places his items in a black plastic bag, dropped in the receipt and handed it to Daniel. He took it, turned for the door, and pulled out his phone to summon an Uber. He connected to the app but the first driver cancelled the ride straight away. He tried again and again and the same thing happened. No one wanted to come out this way. His brow started to sweat a little. Shit, what do I do? 

Suddenly, behind him in the near distance, from the dark void of a room where explorers often returned forever changed, he could hear the clicking of heels...