Satin Desires
Copyright© 2026 by RedBow
Chapter 21: Lines of Power
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 21: Lines of Power - Meet the staff at Satin Desires, an adult boutique. Beth is a newly hired store manager focused on the bottom line and improving every aspect of the store using her prior retail experience. But this often conflicts with Tara's customer focused experience. Beth is determined to lead with a firm hand while Tara leads with a strong will. Jackie, Amanda and Mack make up the rest of the staff and there is never a dull moment.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa BiSexual Workplace BDSM DomSub FemaleDom Humiliation Spanking Anal Sex Masturbation Oral Sex Sex Toys AI Generated
Screening Calls
The sharp, citrusy scent of cleaner still hung in the air from Jackie’s morning ritual, a stark contrast to the lingering, sensual aromas of silicone and fantasy that defined Satin Desires. Tara sat in the manager’s office, the door slightly ajar, the main store a quiet, colorful landscape beyond the glass. The hum of the fluorescent light above her desk was a steady, monotonous drone, a sound of bureaucracy that felt worlds away from the raw, breathing intensity of her apartment.
In front of her lay the distilled potential of her professional future: three applications plucked from a much larger, largely underwhelming pile. Hiring had always been a gamble, but now it felt like a high-stakes chess match. She wasn’t just filling a stock associate role; she was rebuilding the foundation of a store that had been fractured by Beth’s reign and Mack’s transgressions. Every new person was a variable that could either stabilize or destabilize the delicate ecosystem she and Amanda had cultivated.
She picked up the office phone, its cord coiled like a sleeping snake. The first application belonged to Penny Reynolds, 29. The resume was serviceable, a patchwork of short-term retail stints. Tara took a centering breath, dialed the number, and slipped into her professional persona - friendly, efficient, authoritative.
The line rang twice before a breathless voice answered. “Hello?”
“Good morning, may I speak with Penny Reynolds?”
“This is she!” The voice was bright, almost overly so.
“Penny, this is Tara Bailey, the Store Manager at Satin Desires. I’m calling regarding your application for the stock associate position.”
“Oh! Wow, that was fast!” Penny chirped. “Yeah, I’m definitely interested. The store looks so cool from the outside.”
“Thank you,” Tara said, her tone even. “I was hoping to schedule an in-person interview for later today. Would you have availability around, say, three o’clock?”
“Today? Uh, yeah, I think I can swing that,” Penny said. Then, without missing a beat, she plunged ahead. “So, just a quick question - and I don’t mean to be forward - but what’s the employee discount like? I mean, with a store like that, the merch must be awesome. Is it a straight percentage off?”
Tara’s smile, which had been professional and thin, vanished. She leaned back in her chair, her sharp eyes narrowing slightly. It wasn’t the question itself; employees asked about benefits. It was the timing and the tone. The priority was immediately, and solely, on the perks. It reeked of someone who saw the job as access to a toy box, not as a position of responsibility.
“Our benefits, including the employee discount, are discussed in detail during the hiring process, once an offer is made,” Tara said, her voice cooling a few degrees. “So, three o’clock today works for you?”
“Sure, yeah, three is fine,” Penny said, a hint of deflection in her voice. “See you then.”
Tara hung up and made a note on Penny’s application: Priority: Discounts. Unprofessional.
One down. She looked at the next application. Chris Miller, 19. The application was sparse, the work history nearly blank. But it was the demographic section that gave her pause. Next to ‘Gender’, ‘Female’ was clearly checked. Tara believed firmly in self-identification, but a small, practical part of her brain noted the potential for a simple clerical error. She dialed the number.
A deep, young, male-sounding voice answered on the first ring. “Yello?”
Tara paused for a fraction of a second, recalibrating. “Good morning, may I speak with Chris Miller?”
“Yeah, speaking,” the voice said, a slight buzz of video game sounds in the background.
“Chris, this is Tara Bailey from Satin Desires. I’m calling about your application.”
“Oh, shit - I mean, shoot! Yeah, cool,” Chris said, the game sounds cutting off abruptly.
Tara pressed on, maintaining her neutral tone. “I’d like to schedule an interview for today. Are you available at three-thirty?”
“Yeah, totally. So, this is for the, like, sex shop, right?” Chris asked, his voice dripping with a juvenile curiosity.
“Satin Desires is an adult novelty and wellness retailer, yes,” Tara said, her voice flat.
“Sick. I know my way around that scene, for sure,” Chris said with a chuckle that was meant to be conspiratorial but landed as crude. “I mean, I know my way around a clit, if you know what I mean.”
Tara’s grip tightened on the phone. This wasn’t just unprofessional; it was a glaring red flag. This was exactly the kind of predatory, objectifying attitude that had no place in her store - the very attitude she was trying to eradicate.
“Mr. Miller,” she cut in, her voice sharp as a blade. “This position requires a respectful and mature demeanor at all times. The interview is at three-thirty. Please be prepared to discuss your qualifications and your approach to customer service professionally.”
There was a stunned silence on the other end. “Uh ... yeah. Okay. Sorry. Three-thirty.”
Tara hung up without another word. She scribbled a single, decisive word on Chris’s application: NO.
She took a moment, rubbing her temples. This was exhausting. It was like wading through a swamp of incompetence and inappropriate behavior. She looked at the third and final application, feeling a wave of resignation. Sherene Johnson, 24. The application was neat, the cover letter thoughtful. She’d listed a two-year stint at a popular athletic wear store, emphasizing customer satisfaction. There was a hopefulness to it that felt genuine.
Tara dialed, half-expecting another disappointment.
“Hello?” The voice that answered was warm, clear, and polite.
“Good morning, is this Sherene Johnson?”
“Yes, it is. How can I help you?”
“Sherene, this is Tara Bailey, the Store Manager at Satin Desires. I’m calling about your application.”
“Oh, hello, Ms. Bailey. Thank you for calling.” The response was immediate and respectful.
“I’d like to schedule an interview for today, if you’re available. Perhaps around four o’clock?” Tara found her own tone softening slightly.
“Four o’clock works perfectly for me,” Sherene said. “I appreciate the opportunity.”
“Of course.” Tara hesitated, then asked a question she hadn’t posed to the others. “Sherene, what initially interested you in a position with us?”
There was a brief pause, as if Sherene was collecting her thoughts. “To be completely honest, Ms. Bailey, I’m new to this specific ... industry. But I’ve always believed that wellness and personal satisfaction are important. Your store has a reputation for being welcoming and informative, not seedy. I like the idea of helping people explore that part of their lives in a safe, comfortable environment. I’m a quick learner.”
The answer was genuine, humble, and focused on service. It was a balm after the previous two calls. Tara felt a genuine smile touch her lips for the first time that afternoon.
“That’s exactly the attitude we look for, Sherene. I look forward to meeting you at four.”
She hung up and looked at the three names on her notepad: Penny, Chris, Sherene. It was a spectrum of unsuitability, from the mercenary to the offensive to the promising. The afternoon’s interviews would be the real test, but for now, a single point of light had emerged in the fog. She had a candidate who might actually understand what they were trying to build here. Now, she just had to see if Sherene Johnson could walk the walk.
------ The Interviews
The coffee maker in the office gurgled its final, sputtering breath, filling the small space with the rich aroma that did little to cut through Tara’s building fatigue. The afternoon sun slanted through the front windows of Satin Desires, casting long shadows from the displays of glass toys and vibrant lingerie. Amanda was helping a customer navigate the bewildering array of massage oils, her voice a soft, patient murmur. Jackie was loudly reorganizing a shelf of bondage gear in the back, the clatter of leather and metal a percussive accompaniment to the tension building behind the office’s glass wall.
Tara took a sip of the bitter coffee and looked at the three applications laid out before her. It was time to separate the hopeful from the hopeless.
Right on time, the front door chimed. A woman with overly styled blonde hair and a nervous, bright-eyed expression peered in. Penny. Tara stood and waved her back.
“Penny? I’m Tara. Thanks for coming in,” she said, gesturing to the chair opposite her desk.
“Thanks for having me! This place is even cooler on the inside,” Penny gushed, her eyes darting around the office, lingering on a promotional poster for a new luxury vibrator brand.
Tara took her seat, picking up Penny’s application. “So, Penny, tell me about your retail experience. Your resume shows a few shorter-term positions.”
Penny launched into a rehearsed spiel about customer service and merchandising, but her answers were surface-level. When Tara pressed her on how she’d handle a customer who was embarrassed or unsure, Penny’s response was a generic, “I’d be friendly and help them find what they need!”
The interview was a mirror of the phone call. Penny’s questions circled back to the topic of discounts, staff perks, and whether they got first dibs on new products. Tara’s responses were polite but increasingly clipped. After fifteen minutes, she had her answer.
“Thank you for your time, Penny. We’ll be making a decision in the next day or so.”
Penny looked slightly disappointed she hadn’t gotten an immediate answer about the discount, but she left with a chirpy, “Okay! Hope to hear from you!”
Tara made a final note: Not a good fit. Focus on consumption, not service.
She had barely taken a breath when the door chimed again. A lanky young man with a scraggly goatee and a too-large hoodie slouched into the store. Chris. Amanda, from her spot near the oils, glanced at Tara with a raised eyebrow. Tara gave a slight, weary shake of her head and motioned Chris back.
He slumped into the chair, his posture a study in adolescent indifference. “‘Sup.”
“Chris. Thank you for coming,” Tara began, her voice deliberately neutral.
“Yeah, no problem.” He scanned the office, a smirk playing on his lips. “So, this is where the magic happens, huh?”
Tara ignored the comment. “Your application is a bit light on experience. What skills do you think you could bring to this role?”
Chris shrugged. “I’m a people person. And, you know, I know the products.” He winked. “Like I said on the phone, I know my way around the lady parts. I could totally help the dudes who come in here, clueless.”
Tara felt a cold anger settle in her gut. This was worse than she’d anticipated. “This role isn’t about ‘helping dudes.’ It’s about providing respectful, knowledgeable service to all customers, regardless of gender. It requires discretion and maturity.”
Chris’s smirk faded, replaced by a defensive scowl. “I’m mature. I’m just saying, I get it.”
“Understanding human sexuality and providing professional retail service are two very different things, Chris,” Tara said, her tone final. She stood up. “I don’t think this is the right environment for you. Thank you for your time.”
He looked shocked, then pissed. “Whatever. Your loss.” He slouched out of the office, earning another curious look from Amanda and a downright suspicious glare from Jackie.
Tara sat back down, feeling drained. Two strikes. She looked at Sherene’s application. This was the last chance for today.
At four o’clock exactly, the door chimed once more. A young Black woman with her hair in neat box braids stood just inside the entrance. She was dressed in smart, dark jeans and a simple blouse - professional but approachable. She had an athletic build and a calm, observant energy.
“Hi, I’m Sherene Johnson? I have an interview with Tara?”
Amanda smiled warmly and pointed her toward the office.
Sherene entered with a confident but respectful air. “Ms. Bailey. Thank you for seeing me.”
“Please, call me Tara. Have a seat.”
Sherene sat, her back straight, her hands folded in her lap. She met Tara’s gaze directly but not challengingly.
“So, Sherene. You mentioned on the phone you’re new to this industry. What draws you to it?”
Sherene considered the question carefully. “I’ve always been in customer-focused roles. At my last job, at Athleta, it was about helping people feel confident in their bodies through what they wore. This ... this feels like a natural, if more intimate, extension of that. Helping people feel confident in their skin, in their relationships. I was honest on the phone - I have a lot to learn about the products. But I’m a fast learner, and I’m not easily embarrassed. I think the most important thing is creating a space where people feel safe to ask questions.”
Tara felt a spark of genuine hope. She asked a few scenario-based questions, and Sherene’s answers were thoughtful. She spoke about listening carefully, about not making assumptions, about prioritizing the customer’s comfort.
“What would you do if a customer asked for a recommendation for something you weren’t personally familiar with?” Tara asked.
“I’d tell them honestly that I’m still learning, but that I could find out for them, or I could find a colleague who specializes in that area,” Sherene replied without hesitation. “I think customers appreciate honesty more than a bluff.”
It was the perfect answer. It showed humility, integrity, and a team-oriented mindset.
Tara looked at the earnest young woman in front of her. She was a gamble, but she was the only one who had shown any understanding of the core principles of the job: respect, safety, and service.
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