Chapter 4: Sex Shopping

Janice awoke feeling sore, tired and very troubled that morning. As she drove into work, her mind tried to sort out the jumble of emotions she was feeling.

Why do things always have to be so complicated, she thought? I finally meet a guy whom I'm interested in and who seems to be interested in me, and I still can't seem to get things to work out properly. Maybe Frank was right. Maybe I am destined to live my whole life alone. Even after five years the pain of her husband's abandonment hadn't eased any. Before her husband had walked out, he'd said many things. He berated her and called her a "sorry excuse for a woman." Those words still cut deep into her. She'd tried to forget them, but like a bad dream, they kept coming back again and again to haunt her.

These thoughts plague her throughout the day. She went over it again and again but kept coming back to the conclusion that if she was going to have any chance at happiness she was going to have to prove her self to her e-mail lover.

"I'm sure once he's convinced I'm sincere about wanting a relationship with him, all these tests will be at an end. I just have to stick it out a little longer. Prove my self to him, then all these obscene trials will be over."

Janice! Did you pull the McFreyer file like I asked? It's not on my desk, so where the HELL is it. Ummm, the McFreyer file? I... I... No not yet, I'm sorry Miss. Dori, I'll go get it now.

Ugh!, Don't bother I'll have one of the other adjustors get it for me. I can't wait all day. Honestly Janice your becoming more and more incompetent by the day!

Janice watched as her supervisor stalked off. She notice the confidant way in which she moved. Dori was younger than Janice by a good seven years, but had moved up the chain of command quickly with her naturally aggressive nature. Janice looked at her as she went over to one of the other adjustors. She noticed her shapely toned legs and the way her ass swayed ever so slightly.

"I bet she never had to rummage around her refrigerator at two in the morning trying to find something to shove up her pussy, just so she could prove herself a real woman. That bitch could probably have any guy she wanted."

Her anger quickly faded to feelings of self loathing at the remembrance of last nights escapades. Her pussy was still a little sore from the vigorous fucking she'd given her self with that cucumber. Not that she didn't like it at the time. She remembered how cold it had been at first. The way it had pushed her lips apart as it slowly stretched her long neglected hole. How good it had felt to have something filling her again as she rammed the green makeshift dildo up her rapidly juicing cunt. She'd spent a better part of the night ridding that slimly satisfying vegetable. Janice could feel her self becoming wet again at the memory.

"It wasn't so bad, she thought. It was kind of nice now that I come to think of it. The way it squished in and out of me. The slurpy sound my pussy made as it pumped in and out. Maybe my mystery man knows what's best for me after all."

Luch hour found Janice in one of the seedier parts of town. She checked the address again to make sure she was at the right address.

"Le Sex Shoppe
22527 Napuc Ave"

This was the place alright. She had looked for listings in the phone book earlier this morning, as was surprised to discover that there was an adult shop so near her work. "Just go in, get what you need and leave," she told herself. "How hard can that be?"

Janice opened the door and stepped in. She paused a moment to let her eyes adjust to the dimly lite room. The first thing she noticed was the smell. It assaulted her senses as she stood there and gaped at the sight before her... The small shop had the musky smell of cigarettes and sex, and was packed with a variety of porno movies and plastic dildos of every size. She spotted a selection of sex toy against the far wall and quickly headed for them.

Dildos, vibrators, and buttplugs of every size lined the wall before her.

"There all so BIG, she thought. I don't know what I should be looking for... " She picked something up and read. "Buttplug Buddie," were they kidding?! Did people actually put these things up their ass!?! Janice realized she had no idea what to buy. What kind of things would he expect her to own. Did he expect her to own a "buttplug". Did women really by these thing? She didn't have any bases for comparison. She'd lead a rather sheltered existence up till now. Maybe she was out of touch with her womanhood after all.