by Anya Aurelie
But she remembered what Laurie had told them all at a recent employee meeting. “We are a hands-on store now. If the customer needs something — anything — you help them out. Or you are out of a job.”
Now, Jessie nodded. “Of course,” she said quickly.
“I’m so sorry,” Laurie said to the customer. She reached out and helped Jessie to pull her shirt up and over her head. Then she reached around the back of Jessie’s torso and undid her bra. Jessie pulled the bra off and stood half-naked in the middle of the store, feeling self-conscious. She had gotten used to servicing customers in the little booths surprisingly quickly, enjoyed it even, but it was a different thing entirely to be standing here where everyone could see her, totally topless.
“There are several types of nipple clamps,” Laurie explained to the customer. “These particular ones simply clip onto the nipple like this.” She clipped one of the clamps onto Jessie’s right nipple, and Jessie jumped in surprise at the pain.
“And we put the other one on the other nipple,” Laurie continued. She clamped the second clamp onto Jessie’s left nipple, and Jessie jumped again, but remained silent.
“It seems to be rather painful,” the customer observed, and Jessie nodded, eyes watering.
“That’s not a problem,” Laurie said. “If the clamps are too tight, there is a screw on the side you can use to adjust the amount of pain.”
Laurie reached out and screwed the tiny screw on the side of one of the clamps. The pressure was relieved, and Jessie sighed in relief at the pleasurable amount of pressure that remained.
“Is that better?” Laurie asked her, and Jessie nodded.
Laurie moved to the other side and adjusted the second clamp as well. Jessie stood there and allowed Laurie to manipulate her body in front of this stranger.
“And why are they connected by the chain?” the customer asked. His questions were all directed to Laurie now, and Jessie felt like nothing but a prop.
“Oh, there are all sorts of things you can do with the chain,” Laurie said. “You can yank on it” — and here she demonstrated, yanking gently on the chain that connected Jessie’s nipples, and Jessie squealed in pain — “or you can hang a heavier weight from it if you want more pain.” To Jessie’s relief, she didn’t demonstrate this.
“Interesting,” the customer said
“Would you like to try?” Laurie asked him, and the customer reached out and tugged on the chain.
Jessie yet let out a yelp at the pain, and the customer smiled.
“Thank you very much for the demonstration,” he said pleasantly. “This was very helpful.”
“We have a few other types as well, if you’re interested,” Laurie said, but the customer chose to buy the type Laurie had demonstrated on Jessie. Laurie unclipped the clamps from her employee’s nipples, and Jessie rubbed the sore skin.
Jessie reached down to pick up her bra and shirt, which had been discarded on the floor beside them, but Laurie stopped her. “Please ring this customer up now,” she said, and Jessie froze like a deer in headlights.
“Right now?” she asked. “I mean, I can’t put my clothes back on?”
Laurie glared at her. “Now, please.”
Jessie hurried to the cash register to ring up the customer. She wasn’t sure why she had to be the one to do this, as there were several other employees working as well — employees who were not half-naked. Jessie felt her face flush and she felt her coworkers’ eyes on her, along with other customers who were milling around the store. It was humiliating being told she couldn’t get dressed. Humiliating, and kind of sexy.
Jessie rang the customer up, and no sooner had he disappeared out the door than Laurie pulled her aside.
“What did I say about helping out the customers?” Laurie asked her. She crossed her arms on her chest and looked at Jessie expectantly.
“I — I’m sorry,” Jessie stuttered. “I guess I didn’t realize quite what you meant by that.”
“You seem to have no problem with the hands-on approach in the viewing rooms. I hope you can be trusted to do your job.”
Jessie flushed. “Of course,” she said. “It was just a misunderstanding.” If Laurie wanted her to allow customers to use her outside of the porn viewing rooms as well as in, then that’s what she would do. She didn’t want to lose her job.
“Good,” Laurie said. “Because I’ve decided to hold a sex toy demonstration event here at the store next week. Customers have a lot of questions and we need to be doing more to inform them. Can I count on you to be our model?”
A demonstration? What exactly did that mean?
“A demonstration…like what I did with the nipple clamps?” Jessie asked.
“Like with the nipple clamps,” Laurie confirmed. “And with other things. We have a lot of products that our customers are unfamiliar with. I’ve found that the best way to answer those questions is to show, not tell.”
Jessie shifted uncomfortably from one foot to the other. The idea of “demonstrating” the sex toys they sold at the store was simultaneously intriguing and terrifying to her. There was a part of her that was very turned on by the idea of being on display in front of a room full of strangers, while another part of her found it humiliating. She would be totally exposed to anyone who felt like dropping by, and they could ask her to do…anything.
But she was afraid to say no to Laurie after Laurie’s irritation with her today. She didn’t think Laurie would actually fire her, but she also didn’t want to risk it. So she let the part of her that got a thrill from the idea win out.
“Sure, I’m in,” she told Laurie, and the woman smiled.
After Laurie had left for the day, Jessie approached her favorite coworker, Ethan, in the back room where he was reshelving porn DVDs.
“Did you hear what she asked me to do earlier?” Jessie said to him.
“I saw her putting those nipple clamps on you,” he said. “That was pretty hot.”
“That’s not what I meant,” Jessie said, reddening.
“Okay,” he said. “I know what you’re talking about and I’ll stop teasing you. I didn’t actually hear her saying it, but a little birdie told me that you’re going to be doing a sex toy demonstration,” he said with a sly smile.
“The rumor’s spreading fast, huh?” she said.
“Sure is,” he said. “I also heard that her demonstrations get pretty wild.”
“What do you mean by wild?” Jessie asked quickly. “Who told you that?”
“Okay, here’s the story,” Ethan said, leaning in toward her conspiratorially.
One of their other coworkers had gone out of town to visit family the week before, Ethan told her, and he had gone to check out Laurie’s other store while he was nearby.
“Wait — other store?” Jessie interrupted him. She hadn’t known Laurie had another store. In fact, she had been under the impression that Laurie had never been in this industry prior to buying this shop. It was part of what had made her doubt Laurie’s ability to turn the shop around when she had first bought the place — and part of why she was so surprised when Laurie had succeeded.
“Yeah, she has a couple of other stores around the country,” Ethan said. “They’re all very…out of the ordinary, like what she’s doing here.”
Jessie nodded. What Laurie was doing there — the “hands-on approach” in the porn viewing rooms — was definitely out of the ordinary.
Ethan continued his story: their coworker had gone into this other store to see what Laurie had done there, and to get an idea of what to expect back home. He had happened to be there on a day that they were holding a sex toy demonstration.
“They had the woman spread wide open in the middle of the room, and customers were using whatever sex toy they wanted on her,” Ethan told Jessie in a low voice, his eyes darting around to make sure no one else heard him.
Jessie gasped. “So you think she’s going to ask me not only to show customers how they work, but to let them use them
on me too?”
“I wouldn’t be surprised,” Ethan said. “And there’s more. Some of the customers even started fucking the girl during the demonstration.”
Jessie just stared at him. Although she felt a wetness in her pussy at his words, she couldn’t believe what she was hearing.
“In front of everyone?” she asked, and Ethan nodded.
“I’m sure she’d understand if you’re not up for it,” he said, but Jessie shook her head.
“I don’t think so.”
But was she up for it? Jessie left Ethan to reshelve the DVDs, and wandered over to the sex toy section. One long wall and two shelves were covered in sex toys. Jessie walked slowly up and down the aisle, looking at everything the store had to offer. She was well acquainted with the sex toys, having bought many already herself, but she looked at them today with new eyes. As she looked, she imagined using them on herself in front of a room full of strangers. She imagined the strangers approaching her, trying them out on her. She imagined them shoving themselves inside her while continuing to tease her with the toys.
By the time she had finished looking around, she had made a decision: she would do it. Her pussy felt wet, and she craved to be filled. Just the thought of what was going to happen next week turned her on. It turned her on enough that she was able to look past the fear, pass the humiliation, and anticipate only the orgasms, only the big, strong strangers having their way with her.
Back in the DVD section, Ethan was finishing up with the shelving. Approaching him, Jessie said, “I’m gonna do it,” and Ethan’s face broke out into a huge smile.
“I can’t wait to watch,” he said.
***
The next week, Jessie was nervous. It was almost time for the demonstration, and all morning she’d had butterflies in her stomach, not knowing what to expect, still half unsure she’d made the right choice.
The demonstration was set to start at 1 PM, and around noon Jessie noticed that the store was starting to fill up. By five ’til 1, it was downright crowded.
Were all these people here to watch her? Jessie wondered. She hadn’t expected this large of a crowd. Laurie did the marketing for the store herself, and Jessie wasn’t quite sure where or how she spread the word. But whatever she had done, it worked.
“Ready?” Laurie asked, bustling toward Jessie in excitement.
“I guess,” Jessie said anxiously, her eyes darting around the store.
“You’ll be great,” Laurie said. “Don’t worry.”
Laurie clapped her hands loudly, and the noise in the store died down as everyone turned their eyes toward her. “I’m Laurie. I’m the owner here,” Laurie announced. “This is Jessie. She’ll be doing the demonstration today. We’re so pleased that you all were able to make it. As you know, we want to answer as many questions as possible that you have about how the sex toys we sell work. So please, feel free to ask anything or to just dive right in and try them out.”
Jessie flushed. “Where do I go?” she asked Laurie quietly, embarrassment obvious in her voice.
“We’re going to be doing the demonstration right here,” Laurie said, indicating a piece of sex furniture the store had for sale. Jessie was surprised. The chair had been there for months, since long before Laurie’s arrival. She had not expected to use such an expensive piece of equipment in her demonstration. But at least it was tucked out of the way in the sex toy section, rather than out in the middle of the room.
Then, to Jessie’s horror, Laurie pulled the piece of furniture right into the middle of the room, where the entire crowd and all the employees could watch. She would be totally exposed.
“Jessie? You’re up,” Laurie told her, and Jessie hesitantly walked toward the chair. Should she undress now? Was this all just a big misunderstanding? For an irrational moment, Jessie wondered if maybe Laurie just wanted her to talk about the vibrators, using her fingertip to feel the strength of each one and then letting each customer in turn feel too.
But to her relief, Laurie took charge and she didn’t have to make any decisions herself.
“We’re going to start with some of the smaller vibrators,” Laurie said to the crowd, who was gathering around Jessie. Jessie sat awkwardly on the chair, which was obviously meant for lying back. It was surprisingly squishy.
“This vibrator is only 3 inches long, but it’s very powerful,” Laurie said to the crowd, holding up a small, thin blue wand. “Jessie, show us how it works.”
Jessie took the vibrator from her and turned it on. She held it against her fingertip. Laurie frowned at her, and she quickly opened her clothed legs and moved the vibrator between them. She pressed it into her clit through her jeans, and the vibrations spread throughout the area along the thick fabric.
Jessie glanced up at Laurie. Laurie was raising her eyebrows expectantly, watching Jessie closely. Jessie looked around the room. At least 30 or 40 faces stared back at her. Among them, in the back, she saw several coworkers, including Ethan. He smiled at her encouragingly, and she smiled back.
Taking a deep breath, Jessie stood up, turned the vibrator off, and set the toy down on the chair. With dozens of pairs of eyes watching her every movement, she unfastened the top button of her jeans, pushed the zipper down tooth by tooth, and then pushed the thick fabric over her ass and down her legs. She stepped out of the jeans, then paused. She stood there, the center of attention, wearing a tight dark shirt and silky silver panties. Then, with a flush of embarrassment and a surge of adrenaline, she reached up, hooked both her thumbs under the band of her panties, and pushed them down her legs, exposing herself to the crowd.
Okay, she told herself. You can do this.
Jessie picked the vibrator up and sat down, leaning back into the squishy material, which contorted to her body like memory foam. It was extremely comfortable. Then, legs still closed, she raised her feet up onto the end of the chair. Finally, slowly, she spread her legs wide apart and exposed her pussy to the crowd. The room was quiet. All eyes were on her, examining her. Her heart beat faster.
She turned the vibrator back on, and its soft buzz sounded loud in the still room. Slowly, she moved it toward her pussy, then jumped when she felt the intense vibration on her clit. It had felt strong against her finger, but that was nothing like the sudden shock of feeling it on her sensitive cunt. With the entire room watching on, she began to rub the vibrator around and around her clit, her breathing getting shallower as she moved. She ventured down with one finger, and discovered that she was very wet. Rubbing the moisture around, she got her clit slippery wet with herself.
As she masturbated, she began to get more comfortable. Yes, there were lots of eyes on her. Yes, this was unlike anything she had ever done before. But touching herself, this was familiar. The vibrations against her skin, the feeling of her own slick lube on her clit, began to calm her down, and she began to enjoy herself.
“Now,” Laurie said, “let’s try a slightly bigger one.” She held up a vibrator that was around 5 inches long, still firm and thin.
“Like the one Jessie has been using, this vibrator is not meant for insertion. However, it has several speeds and options for pulsing that some women find very erotic.”
Laurie handed Jessie this vibrator and took the smaller one from her. Jessie turned it on to its lowest speed and began rubbing herself.
“Make it go faster!” someone called out from the crowd, and Jessie obliged.
The second intensity felt really good, and Jessie felt her breath quickening. She clicked through a couple more speeds, then the next clicks brought pulses along with the vibrations.
“It’s, like, patterns?” a female voice called out from the crowd.