Man Candy

by Tia Siren

  “Miss? Miss?” It was a young couple, standing in front of the counter, signaling to me. I hadn’t even realized it, but I had been staring blankly off into space for god knows how long.

  “Yes, how can I help you?” I asked, snapping back to reality as I offered the two my most earnest smile.

  They were a young couple, maybe only in their mid-twenties. They were also stunningly attractive. The male was Latino, with dark skin, dark hair, and dark everything else. The wife had milky white skin and long, silky red hair. On top of that, they both looked like they were in excellent shape and probably not the type who usually frequented candy stores.

  “We were reading about this store online earlier,” the Latino gentleman was saying. “The website said something about a VIP section? It also spoke about the possibility of party hosting?”

  “That’s correct,” I said, preparing myself to give them the rundown of what the VIP section had to offer. And that would have been fine if it wasn’t for the way that the redheaded woman was looking at me. There was a chance that I was imagining it, but I was almost certain that she was checking me out.

  “Is there any chance you can show us?” the Latino man asked. As he did, his redheaded girlfriend stood up on her toes and whispered in his ear, all the while staring at me. He chuckled at this and stared at me with the same hungry expression that the redhead did.

  “Ah, yes, of course I can.” Obviously, I had no choice. As it was the first week of the store being open, heck the first day, Grant had specifically instructed me to open the VIP room to anyone who asked. That was how you got VIP members, after all.

  I beckoned for the two to follow me into the VIP section, located just behind the counter. As they followed me, I was very aware of the way the redhead giggled the whole time. I could feel their eyes on me. In particular, on my butt. The corset and pencil skirt that I wore put it on display like never before.

  “As you can see, we have a series of private booths located back here. Inside each is an assortment of our specialty products.” I opened the nearest booth, indicating a box that was sitting on the bench. “There’s an iPad instructional video, too, which shows you how each product works.”

  “Shows us?” The Latino man asked, looking confused. “I thought that was what you were for?” This got a giggle from the redhead.

  “Oh, no,” I balked, trying to remain composed. “I don’t... I’m just here to help where I can. The videos are far more informative than I can ever be.”

  The redhead stepped into the booth, reaching her hand into the box. A second later, she pulled it out, bringing with her one of the chocolate dildos. Her eyes bulged at the sight of it, and a naughty smile formed on her lips.

  “Oh my,” the Latino man said. “What do you think, sweetie? Big enough for you?”

  The redhead giggled again as she held the base with one hand and stroked the shaft of the dildo with the other.

  “So,” the Latino man asked, turning back to face me. “As you work here, I assume you’ve had a chance to try out all the products? What do you think of this one? Were you a fan?”

  I was suddenly very aware of how hot the VIP room was. The air conditioning still hadn’t been fixed, and I could feel myself sweating. That, added to the way that the Latino gentleman and the redhead were staring at me, I was starting to feel very uncomfortable.

  I didn’t know how to respond to his question.

  “Because it is quite big,” he said, smirking. As he did, the redhead wrapped her entire hand around it. I could see her fingers squeezing it as she stared at me. “Were you able to take the whole thing?”

  I had taken the whole thing, but I didn’t want to tell her that. She didn’t need to know what I did in the privacy of my own home. I might have told her if I didn’t think she was getting off on asking me these filthy questions. I would happily discuss our products, but only to customers. Not to a couple looking to get their jollies by harassing me.

  “How’s everything going back here?” Brody asked as he walked into the room. Seeing him, I let out a sigh of relief.

  “Brody,” I said. “This couple was just asking about the...” I trailed off and gestured at the huge chocolate dildo gripped in the redhead’s hands.

  “Oh right,” Brody said. “That’s a great piece. Trust me, I’ve had nothing but good feedback about it. Do you want me to take it from here?” He asked as he reached me, putting a hand on my arm.

  “Yes, I think I better be getting back out front.” He offered me a wink as I walked past him, and I returned it with a grateful smile.

  I couldn’t get out of that room fast enough. I didn’t think of myself as a prude, not by a long shot, but there was something very disconcerting about the way that Latino man was asking me about the dildo and the way his girlfriend was playing with it while staring at me. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what was on their minds, and I didn’t want a part of it.

  “Well they were interesting,” Brody said, popping up next to me a few moments later.

  Brody was the first person that I hired for this store. I hired him on the spot. He was a little young, perhaps, but we clicked the moment the interview began. By the time it was over, I felt like I had known him for years. I got the sense that he just had that kind of personality and had a way with people.

  On top of that, he was also very handsome. I wasn’t usually into younger guys, but there was something about his smile that captured me. It was a knowing smile as if he was in on some sort of personal joke that no one else knew about. It gave him a mysterious presence that I couldn’t help but be attracted to. And besides, as this was a sex shop of sorts and Grant made it clear that looks mattered, I figured that he was perfect for the role.

  “That Latino guy definitely played both sides of the field. When I told him about the dildo, I got the sense that the redhead would be using it on him. And then I thought at one point, he was going to invite me back to his place. With the redhead to boot.” He let out a laugh, shaking his head as if the whole thing were some sort of game.

  “And you don’t mind?” I asked, intrigued by his casual attitude about the whole thing. He was so much more confident than me. Especially for someone so young.

  “Nah, I used to work in a sex shop. I’ve had some pretty odd propositions in my time, and as flattering as it was, I don’t think my girlfriend would appreciate it too much.”

  “Girlfriend?” I asked, working to hide the disappointment in my voice. It was stupid, but the mention of such a relationship bothered me. Not that I ever thought anything was going to happen. But after the way that Grant had acted around him, it was nice to think that maybe I could use him to my advantage. Especially after the way he acted with Loren. That bitch.

  “Yeah. She and I have given most of these products our own little test run. Our favorite was the gummy treats. I tell you, if I’m not twenty pounds overweight by the time I leave this place, it will be a miracle. But then again, maybe all the sex will balance it out? We’ll have to wait and see.”

  “I know. I need to lose some weight, too.” I touched my stomach unconsciously.

  “You? Are you kidding? You have a great body.” He said it without a hint of self-consciousness.

  I couldn’t help but beam over his comment, even feeling myself go a little red in the face. This feeling of elation was very quickly extinguished, however, when I remembered how he had a girlfriend and he was most likely just being kind.

  “I kind of wish my girlfriend had your curves,” he continued. He didn’t even act like he was speaking to me, but more to himself, just out loud. “She’s got more of a body like that one that was in here last week with Mr. Marcus. You know who I mean?”

  It was just then that the store phone rang, and I was glad that it did. The mention of Loren had me seeing fire, and the great mood that Brody had put me in was gone as quickly as it had come.

  “Luscious, this is Kendra, how can I help you?” I answered the phone, glad to see Brody wal
king away. He was cute but so obviously young. Just the way he spoke his mind so freely was a sign that he hadn’t hit adulthood yet. He wasn’t a man.

  “Well spoken. Polite. I’d give that greeting a nine out of ten.” It was Grant, being his usual, arrogant self. Usually, I found the act endearing and somewhat sexy, but he’d caught me in a foul mood. One that was a direct result of him.

  “What do you want?” I snapped, without meaning to.

  “I want you to drop that attitude,” he said, all hint of playfulness gone from his voice. “Otherwise, I’ll make you drop it.” This was followed by a silence. I wasn’t sure if he was waiting for me to say anything or if he was just testing me. Seeing if he could make me snap again. “I’ll be coming down in a few hours to see how the store is going. I just wanted to call ahead and let you know.” He hung up.

  Great. Just when I thought the day couldn’t get any worse. As much as I loved seeing Grant, I knew that he was coming down with the specific intent of torturing me.

  Chapter 13

  Grant

  She was starting to develop a little bit of an attitude. I was going to have to put a stop to it.

  My plan was to get to the store around midafternoon. I wanted to see how busy it was and check out what the clientele was like. Unfortunately, I got held up on other business and was only able to get down there just as the place was closing up. In fact, as I walked through the front doors, the last of the customers were leaving.

  On first appearance, the store looked great. I could see gaps in the shelves where stock had been sold, and the overall decor looked just as I had always envisioned. On second appearance though, there was definitely something not right.

  That something was Kendra and Brody. In the corner of the store, I spotted the two fooling around with a cotton candy feather duster. Brody was bent over one of the shelves, sticking his butt in the air as Kendra pretended to spank him with it. As she did, Brody let off exaggerated squeals of pain. And as he did that, Kendra burst into laughter.

  Seeing the two tied my stomach into knots. Sure, on the surface, they were just playing. But the subtext was clear.

  “What’s going on here?” I asked as I approached the two. I made sure to stand back as I did, not getting too close. I wanted to give off the impression of authority. As if I were mad at what I was seeing. Which, truth be told, I was.

  “Oh, hey,” Kendra said when she spotted me. She was still laughing, and I was upset to notice that my entrance hadn’t disrupted the two at all. In fact, they made me feel like I was the one interrupting something. In my own store.

  “Hey, Mr. Marcus,” Brody said, chuckling and straightening himself up. “We were just cleaning up and—”

  “It doesn’t look like it,” I said coldly.

  “Brody, the store’s empty,” Kendra said. “You can go home.” She put the duster down on a shelf. Brody, about to speak up, took note of my expression, nodded his head, and hurried past me. It was only when he was gone from the store and I was sure that we were alone that I spoke up again.

  “Having fun?” I asked, my tone steely. My meaning obvious.

  “Trying to,” Kendra said as she straightened herself up and walked past me.

  “It’s the first day, so I’m going to let it slide. But this is a top of the line store, and I expect a more serious approach to the job from now on. Understand?”

  Kendra didn’t answer right away, making her way to the front of the store where she locked the front door. “We were just messing around. The store was empty. I don’t see what the big deal is.”

  “It doesn’t matter what you see. It matters what I see.”

  “Ah,” she said, smirking to herself knowingly as she walked past me again. This time to the counter. “He has a girlfriend, just so you know. And he’s a little young for me.”

  “Who? Brody? You think I’m honestly worried about the kid?” I didn’t feel nearly as confident as I tried to sound. Either way, my words seemed to have the desired effect, as Kendra bit the inside of her lip in thought.

  “What do you care anyway? You’re the one that had a date the other night. And how did it go?” She opened the cash register, paying meticulous attention to it. A little too much. I could tell she was trying hard not to look at me.

  “It went very well,” I said, making sure to smile for her to see. “The date, and after the date.” In truth, nothing happened. It was never going to. I knew that Loren wanted me, but I didn’t want her. And I only have what I want. Simple as that.

  “Well, I’m very happy for you,” she snapped as she begun to count the money. “And I wish you all the best in your new relationship.”

  “Who said anything about a relationship? The two of us are just friends. Kind of like you and me.”

  “Just friends? It was pretty obvious that you were more than that. At least, she wanted it to be.”

  She was getting pouty now. I could see it on her face. And I loved it. I loved the fact that what I did, and didn’t do, affected her so much. It was an incredible turn on, knowing how much she wanted me, all the while thinking that she would never have me again.

  “Hey,” I said, stepping around the counter. As I did, I made sure to step right up to Kendra, so she was forced to take a step back. And even as she did, I stepped in closer, so that our two bodies pressed against one another. I could feel her breasts pushing up against my chest as her breathing increased. “I don’t want you acting all pouty, okay? You’re starting to act like a spoiled little girl.”

  “And what are you going to do about it?” she said, her voice throaty. I could feel the heat of her breath on me as she spoke. Her left leg rose up just an inch to rub against my thigh.

  “So, tell me,” I said, suddenly taking a step back. “Did we have any VIP customers today?”

  My sudden reaction caught her off guard. She struggled to regain her composure. “Just the one couple.” Even then I could see her working to control her breathing.

  “And?”

  “They were a bit odd. But it was fine in the end. Brody ended up dealing with them.”

  “Brody? Were you not able to?” From the way that she looked down at her feet, I could tell that the memory of the experience made her uncomfortable. Hence, why I pressed her on it.

  “I could have, but they were just strange. I’m not a sex worker. I shouldn’t have to put up with that.”

  “You may not be a sex worker, but you do work in a store that caters to a specific clientele. In the future, you’re going to have to do better. Understand?”

  “Hey, I managed to make a sale, still,” she said defensively. I could tell that I had hit a nerve. Most sales assistants were like that, hating having their skills questioned.

  “Okay. What did you sell?”

  “I sold a butt plug. It’s the one that comes with the whipped cream and walnut anal beads.”

  “Get it for me.” The moment that she mentioned the butt plug, an idea came to mind. The tension between the two of us was palpable. I could feel it with every sentence, with every word. Pure sexual desire dripped off our tongues, and I knew that if I didn’t watch myself, I would take her any second.

  But I couldn’t do that. To give in would show weakness. It would let her know that I truly desired her. The moment she knew that, my power over her would evaporate. The moment that she knew that, I would become that weakling high school boy that she dumped all those years ago.

  She returned a moment later with the butt plug in hand. “You see? Just one of these.”

  I took the plug from her, examining it. “Drop your skirt.”

  “What?” she asked.

  “I didn’t stutter.”

  She didn’t do anything at first, except look at me to see if I was joking. I wasn’t. Maintaining eye contact, I indicated again to her skirt. She slowly nodded her head, moving her hands to the pencil skirt and unhitching it.

  As it fell to the floor, I fought to control myself. Her red corset hugged her waist an
d ran down to her pussy, completing itself with a red pair of panties. There was just a hint of moisture there, and even from where I stood, I could see that she was wet. She crossed her knees nervously, waiting for me to give her a command.

  At first, I said nothing. I simply admired her. I let her stew in the moment. Her mind surely raced with thoughts of what was going to happen next.

  “Turn around, bend over, and touch your toes.”

  “Wh... why?” she stuttered.

  “Don’t ask questions.”

  Obediently, she turned around and bent over. The moment that she did, I could feel my dick harden. Her big ass was so fat and round that her red panties did little to cover her cheeks. And more than that, the way that her plump pussy stuck out between her thighs as she reached down made me want to drop to my knees and bury my face in her, there and then.

  But I didn’t.

  “Have you ever used a butt plug before?”

  “No,” she responded, her head between her knees. Her breathing was deep and controlled, and I could tell how excited she was. “Won’t it hurt?”

  “I hope so.”

  I ran my hand over her smooth skin, savoring the feel of her ass. My entire hand cupped it, giving it a gentle squeeze. I then traced the outside of her panty line before peeling it to the side. It made a sucking noise as it peeled off her, indicating just how wet she was.

  The butt plug was about three inches in length and only about two in diameter. Her ass hole was so pure and untouched. I could tell instantly that she had never had anyone play with it before. With my index finger, I stroked the outside of it gently, enjoying the way her whole body shook as I did.

  I grabbed a bottle of cherry lube off a nearby shelf and drizzled it over her virgin hole. She shivered as it dripped over her. I rubbed the lube around her ass, giving it a nice liberal coating. Then, I applied the lube to the plug.

  “Are you ready?” I asked, holding the butt plug in my hand. Ready to insert it.