You sit outside the store and wonder if this time will be different. Sure you were here often, hell the employees practically know you by name. A regular customer for all things kinky. You’ve never been shy walking through the door looking for that new toy, or plug, or nipple clamps. In fact you take pride in your collection and constant new additions. But you’d always been curious about the doors in the back. The doors you had curiously watched men quickly and quietly walk in and out of, never making eye contact with anyone on their way. You knew what happened behind those doors yet the mystery was the reason you’re here today.
As you open the car and your feet touch the parking lot you have a sudden twinge of self consciousness. Should I really have worn this?! Do I look ridiculous in this totally cliche outfit? You wonder as you nearly climb back in the safety of the car seat. But something changes when you hear the concrete under your heels. Something about the sound emboldens you as you close the door and make your way inside.