Phoenix Rising(5)
“Ma’am?”
“I was just passing by, that’s all.”
The Princess tilted her head, ponytail shifting to reveal an ear chock-full of silver studs. “C’mon, don’t tell me you’re too chicken to come in here and have a look.”
Jessa knew the jibe for what it was and still couldn’t stop herself from taking the bait. “Chicken?”
One black painted nail tapped her dark red lips. “I think I know what you need.”
“You know what I need?” Jessa couldn’t keep the sarcasm from her voice.
“Even good girls like you need to have fun.”
Her words tapped into something deep inside Jessa. “Well, what about that? What sizes do you have?”
The Princess offered a gap toothed grin. “Come on in and I’ll check for you.”
Stepping inside that store was like walking from one planet to another. Jessa could feel the blush from the roots of her hair to her toes.
It was everywhere!
One whole wall was covered, floor to ceiling, with DVD’s for sale. The covers showed graphic pictures of men and women fornicating in more positions than Jessa knew existed.
“What size are you, ma’am?”
“Huh?” Jessa ripped her gaze from the DVD collection. “I’m a ten, or maybe a twelve…if your sizes run small I might try a fourteen. D.”
Gothic Princess grinned. “I’ll put a few choices in the dressing room. They’ll be waiting whenever you’re ready.”
“Thank you,” Jessa murmured, distracted.
Jessa should’ve gone and hid in the fitting room for an appropriate amount of time. It would’ve been easy to make some lame excuse about the stuff not fitting right and then get the hell out of there. But she didn’t.
She wanted a closer look. The rack at the front was full of…crap, they were cocks! They were made of every material imaginable and came in every color of the rainbow. She stared. It was beyond endurance not to. They looked nothing like the limp excuse for a dick Jessa had seen every night during the years of her marriage.
Big ropy veins creased their smooth surfaces. The rounded heads were broad and blunt, made to press into a woman and spread her wide. Most looked big enough to rip a vagina in two. It was hard not to wonder if it was actually possible to fit one of those inside without pain involved. Before she had a chance to rethink the action, her hand snaked out and pulled one off the shelf.
In her eagerness, Jessa carelessly knocked another box to the floor. She bent and retrieved it. The front showed a picture of a gorgeous, busty blonde woman. She was wearing some kind of harness around her lower half. Jessa squinted, trying to make sure she was seeing things right.
It was an actual strap-on!
The contraption lived on in infamy around housewife circles. Most of her cronies at the good ole’ country club had never seen, let alone used, one. A wave of damp heat flared between her legs. Jessa clamped them together and tried not to squirm. The friction was doing strange things to her body. Sucking in a deep breath, she fought for control of her mind.
But she couldn’t control the part of her brain that wanted to know what it was like to buckle the cock around her waist and fuck pussy like a man.
The brutal direction of her thoughts rattled Jessa on the inside. She’d said something similar to Will about fucking. She hadn’t thought of it in those terms since college, when words like “fuck” and “pussy” had made her feel wild and daring. What kind of a word was “pussy” anyway? And why did the thought of it make something wrench inside her womb? Was she secretly considering a future as a Lesbian?
But that hadn’t ever appealed to Jessa. Not really. As much as she secretly enjoyed the sight of another woman naked, the idea of one of those fake cocks in real form was too enticing.
Dildo still in hand, Jessa headed for the dressing room.
“I can put that up front for you, ma’am.”
The Gothic Princess again. Jessa gladly handed her the dildo. If she wasn’t carrying it around it wouldn’t feel as if she intended to buy it.
Slanting a look beneath her lashes at the smiling sales clerk, Jessa wondered how much of the merchandise she was intimately familiar with. It was hard not to imagine the Gothic Princess using some or all of the products carried in the store. Did she do it alone? Or was she with someone else? How many tricks or skills had she learned on the job?
Another forbidden thought, this one ten times more taboo than the first: the Gothic Princess splayed out against the front counter, bent over, pin-stripe mini up around her tiny waist, some muscular hunk pumping into her from behind.
That was enough! It was time to get a grip on her unruly thoughts. Without another look at the Gothic Princess, Jessa shut the door and retreated to the faux safety of the dressing room. It was huge. Obviously meant for two.