There wasn’t an answer for a moment, and it made Dana nervous. She stood up and turned, just in time to see the sexiest looking man she had ever seen step around the final aisle and smile at her. He was tanned and tall, with broad shoulders and a strong jaw that made it seem as though he had missed his calling as a superhero. His hair was fair, blonde and wavy though he kept it trimmed quite short. He was wearing a suit which looked expensive to even Dana’s eye, untrained as it was in such matters.
“Hey there,” the man said. “I could use your help.”
“What can I do for you?” Dana asked, and she realized she was holding a cock ring package. She put it down quickly, her cheeks burning. The man seemed to take note of her sudden flash of embarrassment, his brow rising on his forehead, but he was too much of a gentleman to say anything about it.
“Do you sell strapon dildos?”
Dana nodded. “Sure, follow me.”
She had to step around the man to get out of the aisle, and she brushed against him slightly, and when she did, it was as if her whole body exploded. She felt a heat, and she realized that she had just met the man, but she wanted him badly already.
She went towards the middle of the store, down an aisle with a few strapon dildo choices.
“Ah, thank you,” the man said.
“Sure, I’ll be up front when you’re ready,” Dana said, and she turned to leave, but the man held up a hand.
“Actually, I need some more help. I don’t know much about these.”
“Wife send you in?” Dana asked.
“Something like that,” Gregory laughed, and then he held up his hand, showing that he wore no ring. “No wife, though. Not really a girlfriend either. Just a woman, I’m afraid. I hope you don’t think I’m some sort of lecherous worm.”
“Hey, your business is your own business, and if it means you’re buying from me, it’s good business.”
“I’ve never had this request, I must admit,” the man said. “I’m certainly adventurous enough, but this young lady would like me to watch her… with one of her friends.”
Dana blushed again and nodded.
“Does sex embarrass you?” the man asked.
“No,” Dana whispered.
“I’m Greg,” the man said, holding his hand out. “Nice to meet you.”
Dana shook his hand, and then, after hearing his name, she realized she knew him. Well, knew who he was at least.
“You’re Gregory Jones,” she said, and the man nodded. She went on. “You founded Cast Me dot com.”
CastMe.com was a website which had grown popular over the two years since its launch. Wannabe actors, singers, and other entertainers could pay a monthly fee to post demos on the site. Then management companies, production companies, and places like that, which had partnered with the site, could go and look for whatever they needed. More than a few new faces had been found for some big products, and everyone looking to make it big in entertainment was signing up. Greg had become a billionaire when he sold the site less than six months ago. Dana had known that Gregory Jones had grown up in her small town, but she didn’t know he ever came back.
“You visiting?” she asked.
“I moved home,” Greg said. “I’m just not a big city guy though we’re close enough that I can scratch certain itches when need be.”
“Itches like seeing your new friend with another girl?”
“Exactly,” Greg said. “I must say, though, you intrigue me more than she ever could, no matter what lewd acts she does with her friend.”
“I intrigue you?”
“Yes. You’re beautiful, you own a store which sells cock rings and vibrators, and yet you blush when talking about those products.”
“I don’t normally,” Dana said, somewhat defensively.
“I’d like to take you to dinner. This weekend?” the man asked her.
“I don’t know,” Dana said, but she did know. She didn’t want to be some second fiddle to whatever floozy he was buying the strap-on dildo for.
She thought he would argue, but the rich man simply reached into his jacket pocket and pulled a card out. He handed it to her, and she looked at it. It simply had his name and a phone number. The paper stock was thick, as luxurious as such a thing could be.
“If you change your mind, call me,” Greg said. “Now, which of these strap-on’s would you recommend?
Greg didn’t linger in Dana’s store, though he lingered on her mind. For the rest of the day, after he was long gone, she thought of him. That night she lay in bed, the TV on, casting her in a soft blue glow, but she didn’t pay attention to the Gilmore Girls rerun. She had the card in her hand, and she turned it over and over in her fingers. She glanced at her clock. It was almost midnight. She wasn’t sure she should call so late, but she reached for her cellphone and dialed the number anyways.