I’d arrived in the small town just before midnight. The only place still open that sold food was a run-down convenience store. I grabbed a bottle of iced coffee and a small bag of cookies for the energy I knew I’d need in the morning. As I looked around, the elderly clerk said, “We close in ten minutes.” It was rainy out and my cheap motel room didn’t even have a microwave oven, so I hoped to find one of those self-heating soups to eat before bed.

What I found instead astonished me. A pink label featured a chesty young blonde licking a banana. Above her was ‘Can-O-Sex’, and below was ‘Blowjob Becky’. I stared incredulously a moment, then chuckled. The can next to it showed a hot brunette in a bikini between ‘Can-O-Sex’ and ‘Amy Anal’. Another one had a redhead with ‘Can-O-Sex’ and ‘Penny Poonie’. I felt blood rushing to my cheeks as I laughed.

They’d probably have soft plastic fingers inside, or a rubber fake vagina like a Fleshlight. I assumed ‘Amy’, ‘Becky’, and ‘Penny’ would have different textures or orifice sizes. I was quite horny and grabbed two at random. They each only cost what five cans of soup would. Hopefully one would be the right size and feel good. I was glad to see seals on top, so I could be confident they were clean.

On the way to the front, I also picked up the best food available; two jerky sticks, a bag of pretzels, and an overpriced tuna sandwich. As he rang up my items the old man asked, “Got a busy day tomorrow?”

“Yeah, over a dozen customers to visit.”

He slyly held two small pill packets in his wrinkled hand. “Want something for a happy sleep, or help staying awake tomorrow? Only ten each.”