“Can I help you?” the storekeeper asked, waving his hands at the beet-red woman staring transfixed at the girl whose nipples were clamped and weighted, and folds of engorged folds of her sex was greatly emphasized by the strap that split it down the middle.
“Akane? Akane?! Akane!” Kasumi called, intending to take her by her arm, but instead grasping her bare hip, near her naked buttock.
“Please, do not disturb the display.”
“Display??!” The young woman finally looked at the stranger.
“Yes, that is her job,” the handsome man in black said with theatrical gestures.
“This is not a job for any...Anyone.” Her hand came close to the web-bound breasts.
“But it is. And it’s this girl’s. This is a sex shop.”
“She’s a... OH, my!” her eyes darted back on the prostitute with her sister’s face.
“She’s not. She’s a display. It is her job to display the store’s products for the customers.”
“No matter how... Oh, my....” Kasumi had meant to say demeaning.
“Erotic?” It was true. Though the woman seemed too unfocused for him to capture her mind before it slipped away again, there was no doubt that she was succumbing to the message that she was free to let go of her “stifling” sexual inhibitions. “She feels the same way. She feels hot, doesn’t she? She has the look of someone who gets great pleasure just by having people admire her body, right? Smell the scent of her arousal...”
...After a while she went from vaguely knowing who she was to knowing that her name was Akane Tendo. She had left the house for school, but...this wasn’t outside, or the inside of the school. She glanced down at her school uniform to confirm at least that one certainty she’d thought she had. She then looked at the shelves full of boxes and boxes of products that were entirely of a sexual nature. She knew she should be upset, but she couldn’t find it in her. It was as if her indignation and fear of all things perverted had been locked away behind a bank vault. In the daze of confusion, feeling if she were between a dream (a nightmare?) and wakefulness, she turned to survey the...
She froze in shock. Kasumi was naked. Worse than naked. (Wasn’t it?) She was allowing a man—a clothed man. clothed, not naked like her.—tug on straps behind her back that tightened the latex band around her waist to the painful-looking, narrow, proportion of that of a wasp.
“Akane!” her eldest sister smiled at her. She didn’t wave or gesture at her, because her hands were holding a switched on vibrator in her vagina and, around back, her rectum. “We’ve come to a compromise.” She talked with squeezed, shallow breaths. “You may work at Mr. Soseki’s store after school, but until then, I will be working here—Oo-Oh!” She cried as she was lifted up onto her tiptoes as the man yanked a strap up, wedging it deep between Kasumi’s vulva.
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