You suddenly look around and realize what you’ve walked into is in fact an adult toy store, but not just any old adult toy store. You’ve heard this place is infamous for a wide variety of unorthodox fetish products. You feel almost embarrassed looking around at all the items but you don’t have a moment to get a proper look before you hear the familiar voice of the guard from earlier.
“Move move, out of my way!” you hear the guards voice say near the front of the store.
“Shit,” you say to yourself, “I need to hide!”
You run further into the back of the store until your face to face with a backshelf filled with small male mannequins, you knew they were male based off of the genitalia they all had that ranged in sizes. You look to the top of the shelf and see these things are called “Naughty Babies” and what they do or whatever purpose they serve is lost to you. They all looked to be about your size, and suddenly you got an idea.
“When in Rome,” you say to yourself as you throw off your clothes and your bag from your shoulder, tossing them to the back of the shelf, hidden behind the dolls, and stand alongside the dolls.
The moment you take a pose amongst the dolls you see the guard from earlier approach the back aisle. You see him looking around, occasionally trying to avert his eyes from all the lewd toys and items that stock the shelves. Finally you see him stop right in front of you. You fear for a moment that maybe he’s noticed you, you even consider running before you hear the static of his radio come on.
“Terry, report,” you hear a commanding feminine voice speak over the radio, “have you apprehended the suspect.”
“No,” Terry says angrily, “I had him for a second and he bolted into one of the stores and it looks like he gave me the slip.”
You hear the voice on the other end sigh, “Alright, come back to the office and we’ll look over the security footage together to see where he went.”
“On my way,” the guard says before taking off out of the store, no doubt relieved to no longer be surrounded by the exotic toys.
“Thank God,” you whisper to yourself, “now to get out of here before anyone spots me here.”
However, before you get a chance to redress and leave…
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