I decided to wait and started checking out the selections. They had some low-end sets. I tried a couple of them out and quickly realized the scam they were running. Game always recognizes game.
The lower-priced mattress sets were so hard and uncomfortable that no one in their right mind would want to sleep on them. Thus, they would be forced, if desperate and not feeling like going someplace else, to pay more money for something better.
Finally, I heard someone emerging from the back. I faced the storeroom door and waited for a hundred-ninety-year-old man to come out. Much to my astonishment, this sexy-ass motherfucker came out instead.
“Sorry,” he said. “I didn’t hear you come in. I was in the back looking for a product for a customer.”
I scanned the store. “A customer? Is said customer invisible?”
He laughed. “No, she’s on the phone. Give me a second.”
I watched him take a seat at the cheap stainless steel desk and pick up the phone.
“Sorry for the delay, Ms. Gray. We don’t have it in stock right now but, if you like, I can special order it for you.”
I smirked. How in the hell could an item be out of stock when they never had more than two people in the store at a time?
I eyed him carefully as he concluded his call. He was about six-two with skin the color of dark fudge, had almond-shaped dark eyes, and looked like he could hold his own in a bench-pressing contest.
He hung up the phone and said, “Sorry. How may I help you?”
“That’s the third time you’ve said sorry in the past two minutes. What’s there to be sorry for? You’re just doing your job.”
He shrugged. “True, but my mother raised me to be a gentleman.”
“Good for her.” I fingered one of the more luxurious sets, a king-sized one. “How much is this?” I could’ve read the tag but I wanted him to come over to assist me so I could peep out his ass and see if I could spot a hump in the front of his pants.
He fell for it, came over, and read the tag that I was perfectly capable of reading. “This set is twenty-seven hundred.”
“Twenty-seven hundred? Does it fuck the people sleeping on it for that price?”
He was taken aback. “Sorry?”
“There you go with ‘sorry’ again.” I rolled my eyes. “Look, um, Jerry,” I said, reading his name badge. “Don’t get this twisted but how often does someone really come in here and pay that kind of money for a mattress set? Something to sleep on?”
“I’ll admit it happens sporadically but it does happen. Most of the sets we sell go for anywhere between three hundred and eight hundred. Is that the price range you were looking for?”
I stood there, debating about whether or not to go through with my original plan or switch it up. I glanced at the door. “What would happen if we locked the door and tried out the twenty-seven hundred set?”
He blushed. “Excuse me?”
“You heard me.”
“Try it out how?”
“By fucking on it, how else?”
He was apprehensive. “Are you serious? You must be kidding.”
“No, not at all.” I reached over, grabbed his tie, and jerked him toward me. “What’s wrong? You don’t believe women are capable of going after what or who they want? Men do it all the time.”
He chuckled. “True, but most men aren’t even brave enough to ask someone to fuck them in the middle of a store in broad daylight.”
“Well, that’s their problem.” I ran my tongue across his cheek, like an animal marking my territory. “So how about it?”
He tried to push me away. “Miss, I don’t even know you.” He held up his left hand to show me his ring. “Besides, I’m married and extremely faithful.”
I giggled. All men are dogs. Some of them just don’t know it until you educate them. “What does it mean to be extremely faithful?”
“It means I don’t even look at other women,” he replied.
I let him go and backed away, climbing up on the mattress set and pulling my top over my head. When I reached behind me and starting unclasping my bra, I said, “So, I guess you won’t look at my tits then.”
He not only was looking, he was staring. I bet his wife had carried three or four kids and had tits hanging down to her belly button. My tatas were pert.
I lifted the side of my skirt, reached beneath the elastic of my panties, and started fingering myself. “Jerry, you know you want this pussy. Come on and get some.”
He faltered before stating, “There is something seriously wrong with you.”
“No, there’s something seriously wrong with you if you don’t take advantage of this situation because it will never come your way again.”
He was beginning to turn me off but I just loved a challenge and I wasn’t about to give up until I got the dick. Besides, Jon deserved to be reprimanded and shown who was controlling things.
I lay down in the middle of the bed, pulled my fingers out my panties, and started licking them. “Damn, I taste sooo good. You sure you don’t want a taste?”
It was obvious he was thinking about taking advantage of the opportunity. He was looking back and forth between me and the parking lot.
“Oh, come on, Jerry,” I said. “No one is going to come in here shopping at this time on a Monday evening. People are stressing over their first day back at work, thinking about what they did over the weekend and wondering why it had to end.”
Then he did it. He asked me a stupid fucking question. “Did my wife send you?”
I laughed. “No, I don’t know the bitch.”
“She’s always talking about not trusting me. How do I know you’re not one of those, what do they call them, decoys that they have on talk shows all the time?”
I shook my head. “Jerry, you need to get a life. You’re a sexy man, I’m a sex fiend, and I want to fuck you. Right here, right now. It’s just that simple.” I pointed at the door. “Lock it.”
He didn’t utter a word. Just did as he was instructed. When the door was secure, he came back over to the bed and asked, “Now what?”
“Take off your clothes.”
“All of them?”
“No, the pants will do. I just want some dick.”
He trembled as he undid his belt and kicked off his shoes. “This is absolutely insane. I can’t believe I’m doing this.”
“Believe it, Jerry. You’re doing it. You’re about to fuck a complete stranger at your job. Don’t worry. Your secret is safe with me.”
“So, what’s your name anyway?” he asked as he climbed on the bed beside me.
I smacked my lips. “I don’t have a name, Jerry. But if you insist on calling me something, just call me Whore. I think I’d like that.”
“You want me to call you Whore?”
“Yes, sure, why not?”
“Look, are you sure you’re clean?” He started looking me up and down, like he was doing an examination. “I don’t have a condom.”
“Jerry, either we’re going to shit or get off the pot. Know what I’m saying?” I asked. “I don’t believe in condoms. When it’s my time, it’s my time. But, for the record, yes, I am clean.”
I decided there had been enough talking. I felt like a man trying to persuade a virgin to do it for the first time.
“Jerry, just shut the hell up!” I yelled at him. “Now give me my dick!”
I dominated Jerry for the rest of the evening. It was after closing time when I left the mattress shop and not a single person came up to the door. The phone only rang twice. Before it was over, said and done, Jerry had fucked me six ways from Sunday. We fucked on top of four different mattress sets. I tied him to a brass bed and wore him out on top of a pillowtop set but my knees kept sinking into it too much. For the record, the cheapest set was best for rough-riding.