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Violet Rose 1/3 by Ann Douglas (ff)
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Subject: AnnD: Violet Rose - (01/03) - ff
Date: Sun, 23 Jul 1995 06:09:51 UTC
-Violet Rose-
Part One
by Ann Douglas
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Sharon Byrnes hummed an old 60's tune as
she walked the streets of Greenwich Village.
Never mind that the song had been recorded two
years before she'd been born, it always made the 27
year old feel good. And today was definitely a day
for feeling good.
She had been hired by a large local clothing
manufacturer to set up a new computerized
inventory system. Her contract with the firm had
called for her to have the system up and running in
four weeks. Instead, she had finished it in three,
making the fourth weeks salary a bonus.
Walking down the street, the tall brunette
drew the glances of several male passerby's. She
gave them no notice. She was far too interested in
the warmth of the sun on her face and the feel of
spring in the air. It felt so good to be able to shed
that heavy winter coat and finally walk the streets in
just a light blouse and skirt.
So fine was the weather and with it her
mood, Sharon had canceled her late afternoon
appointment and spent the last few hours exploring
the local stores. It'd been a long time since she had
visited this part of lower Manhattan, but she always
remembered it as a place where you could find
something totally new with the turn of a corner.
So it was that a small sign on a walk down
storefront caught her attention. It simply said
"Violet Rose."
Unlike most of the shops along the way, no
wares filled the windows. Instead, the whole
window display consisted of a single violet rose
laying on a white silk pillow.
Intrigued, Sharon started down the steps.
She was surprised to find the door locked. Perhaps
the store hadn't opened yet. She was about to
retrace her steps back up to the street when a buzzer
sounded and the door opened with an audible click.
Stepping inside the small foyer, Sharon
noted a small video camera hanging from the
ceiling. She had seen similar security setups in
jewelry stores. Wondering what kind of store this
could be, she opened the second door.
Once inside, Sharon saw a long u-shaped
glass display cases that ran alongside the interior of
the store. It reinforced the idea that this had once
been a jewelry store. But the items in those cases as
well as on the walls caused her to take a step back.
Filling every case was the most extensive collection
of sexual paraphernalia she had ever seen. Some of
the wares were familiar to her, having seen them in
mail order catalogues. Others were so strange to
her that she couldn't even begin to imagine what
they were used for.
Her blue eyes ran across the collection of
leather goods, oils and lotions. Then across to the
wall behind it and its large display of S & M gear.
Still standing at the entrance, Sharon was trying to
decide if she wanted to stay or leave. Then she saw
the rather large selection of vibrators and dildos in
the far display case.
"What the hell." she thought to herself. "I
could use a new toy." she added, feeling just a little
naughty.
Running her fingers across the display case
as she crossed the room, Sharon smiled as she
crossed over an assortment of handcuffs and other
restraints. That was just a little too kinky for her
tastes.
"Can I help you?" A voice from behind
Sharon said.
The tall young woman jumped at the sound
of his voice. She hadn't noticed the salesman before.
"Oh, you startled me." Sharon said as she
turned.
The salesman smiled. He was incredible,
Sharon thought. Muscular, over six foot tall, with
curly blonde hair. He couldn't be more than 20
years old. Clad in a form fitting T-shirt that
emphasized every muscle, the young man sent a
quiver between her loins.
"Well, I'm looking for..... I mean I was
interested in..." Sharon began, suddenly feeling
embarrassed.
Seeing her face turn red, the young man
smiled even broader. It was a common occurrence
in the store. People were really funny sometimes.
"Were you looking for a vibrator or a dildo?"
He asked.
"Well, I'm not sure." came Sharon's
response. "To be honest, I really came across your
store by accident."
"Then maybe you should look around a little
and let me know if you find something you like. My
names Mark by the way." he replied before turning
and walking away.
Sharon couldn't help but lean over the
counter and admire his ass as he walked away. He
had a really great ass.
Sharon spent the next twenty minutes
exploring the various cases and displays. If nothing
else, she was getting an education in erotica. At the
same time, she was getting up her courage to
perhaps ask that hunk behind the counter out for a
drink. It wouldn't be the first time she'd pick up a
guy, but this had to be the most unusual place she'd
ever considered it.
Sharon was about to walk over and strike up
another conversation when she noticed him buzzing
another customer in.
It was another woman. About 5'5" and 160
lbs, the woman looked to be in her early 20's. She
had a stocky build but her weight was so evenly
distributed that Sharon wouldn't have described her
as fat. Her face was rather boyish and she wore no
makeup. Short black curly hair added to that image.
Despite the fact that she had tremendous breasts,
clearly visible through the plain white T-shirt, she
didn't wear a bra.
With great familiarity, the woman walked
across the store and behind the counter. The
salesman smiled at her, obviously happy to see her.
"Could they be lovers?" Sharon thought as
she looked at the mismatched pair. She'd seen
stranger couples in her life.
A feeling of reassurance filled her when
Mark kissed the new arrival on the cheek instead of
her lips. Friends yes, lovers no.
The two spoke for a few moments as the
woman glanced in Sharon's direction. The long
haired woman quickly looked away, pretending to
examine the selection of anal probes in the case next
to her.
Then Mark left the new arrival and
disappeared into the back room. Sharon watched out
of the corner of her eye as the woman walked over
behind the counter and stopped opposite her.
"Mark thought you might be a little more
comfortable if I helped you." she said in a soft
melodious voice that really didn't seem to go with
her appearance.
"I think that would be better." Sharon
smiled.
"Now what can I interest you in today." the
saleswoman continued.
"Well, I was thinking I'd like a new toy."
Sharon mused. "Actually, this is a spur of the
moment thing. I only found your store by accident."
"We are a little out of the way." the short
haired girl said as she and Sharon strolled back to
the dildo and vibrator section. "And most of our
advertising is done sort of word of mouth
"It is a nice shop." Sharon said for lack of
anything else to say.
"Well I like it." came the response.
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