Chapter 1

Jen yawned and stretched. Entering three more invoices into the accounting program, she stamped them as entered, filed them in the 'to be paid' folder and snapped it shut.

Books done for another day.

The folder sat neatly under the counter, cloistered between 'MYOB for dummies' and the 'Animal play house catalogue for - Christmas Edition.' As she placed it back in position, Jen remembered she had to order more vibes. She grabbed the page and faxed the order off to Advanced Vibes.

Jen had thirty minutes to go till closing time. It was one of those days today. Dull as dishwater. Even a bisexual heavily tattooed swinger working in a sex shop in the Sydney red light district had down days. It might be exciting for her customers, but Jen was dealing with the 'another day another dollar' attitude today.

Not long now. Staff would arrive soon, and she could give instruction for the end of the day. Her feet ached. The shiny latex cat suit and fuck me boots were part of what made the pleasure chest the hottest sex shop on the strip, but right now she felt like her PJ's and a cup of tea.

She looked down at her hands. The stark red nail polish of her middle finger on her left hand was peeling off. She'd have to do nails tonight now. So much effort went into her grooming. Most of the time it was fun, but nights like tonight she didn't feel like applying all the oil that kept the tats beautiful and going thought he routines. The black ass length hair didn't need to be heavily conditioned and moisturised. It all just felt too hard.

Thank Christ she lived a block away. Not far to go to get home.

Soon the night staff started to arrive. Bill and Jen never left anyone in the store alone at nights. It was a twenty-four hour store, and they needed to be watched carefully. The bohemian lifestyle of the Cross meant robbery and drugs and shit that would mess with a thriving business like 'The pleasure Chest.'

"Hey there Jen. You look bored love. What's going on?"

Jen looked up to see Marianne. Now there was a woman she'd like to fuck. Bill had said any time she could talk Marianne into a threesome he'd be there, but Jen had no luck with that so far. She'd given off subtle hints more than once, but Marianne wouldn't have a bar of it. She was a loner, coming in the store for the wank booths at the back.

"Hi there gorgeous. Are you here for me or for something else?"

A little flirting couldn't hurt could it?

"As tempting as you are, I'm here for my favourite sport. Tokens please!"

Jen fished through the register, taking Marianne's note and supplying her with enough tokens for a twenty minute stroke out the back. Marianne, a regular, had her favourite booth. It was a conventional one, but Jen made careful note that there was a lot of lesbian licking in the videos Marianne chose.

"You need anything, or did you bring equipment with you?" Jen couldn't help sliding her gaze down to Marianne's generous bosom. Dam if she could just get her mouth around those nipples, what she could make this girl feel should be illegal.

"I haven't brought anything with me. Have you got something? This was a spur of the moment visit."

Jen smiled a seductive smile and caught the response briefly in Marianne's eyes before she straightened up and averted her eyes.

"Yeah. I think I have something." Jen leaned down behind the counter. "I used it myself today, but don't worry its nice and clean." She said grinning. "I'd like your feedback. It's a new line." Jen leaned in close so she could whisper and take a peek deep into Marianne's cleavage. "Only for experienced users."