Going to the newsagents and asking to buy something behind the counter was always terrible; having to actually SPEAK to an actual PERSON was actually awful. They always looked at you like you were pestering them, like your patronage was a burden, like you were one of the difficult customers. “Oh, here’s another troublemaker, asking for vape-juice or some shit; why can’t they just buy something from the front of the store like a decent human being? I wish they would die, that would be nice” They no-doubt thought as they rolled their eyes… at least that’s what you imagined. They probably didn’t do that but you had social anxiety and always defaulted to thinking everyone hated you but regardless it was still awkward.

It doesn’t help that they put all the stuff that degenerates tend to enjoy behind the counter either; if you want cigarettes or spirits or other abusable substances like magic the gathering boosters you are required to bother the attendant and practically beg them to slide you your vice under the counter like the addict you are - at least that’s what you always felt like. You wanted to see if they had boosters for Pokemon TCG Mega Evolution - Ascended Heroes in stock, however it wasn’t as simple as just asking. If you came in and simply asked for Pokemon cards, the attendant might bully you for being a looser and a nerd like your peers did when you were back at school. No, you had to play it cool, ask for something more normal like Whiskey first, then casually ask for Pokemon cards like it was an afterthought, and you were terrible at playing it cool so that just made things even more awkward.

It had already been going badly by even your own standards, they didn’t have any Pokemon cards but they did have whiskey which you’d only asked for as a diversion… Not wanting to leave the shop with only strong spirits you wouldn’t drink, you’d panicked and starting asking for all manner of things and the attendant had gone from looking imaginarily annoyed to genuinely annoyed. There could not have been a more awkward time for a gentle nudging upon your vulva to remind you of the portal fleshlight you’d carelessly left in your partners possession.

The attendant tapped his finger impatiently, staring you down, oblivious to the penetrating presence slowly teasing its way inside you. It was truly a terrible time to be a voyeuristic masochist, you could feel your cunt instantly cream itself around the fat tip tucked just inside your inner labia, tensed up and suddenly surprised, you had no doubt that the attendant was wondering if you’d just soiled yourself. Just as you opened your mouth to make an excuse, your words were replaced with a shrill yelp by the full length of dick sliding effortlessly into your guts.

It was a strange experience, making eye contact with a bewildered stranger whilst you had your insides stealthily rearranged. Walking out the shop was already an impossibility, the lower half of your body had tensed up completely, your kinky pussy was already lashing your mind with shocks of pleasure and ordering you to cry out in orgasm. The attendant was looking right at you, increasingly concerned at the involuntary yips you squeaked each time the full length of hidden cock slammed deep inside you, every tummy-bulging thrust driving a singlular thought into your head: You were a toy. Back at home your partner was using a toy, A literal sex toy for selfish self-gratification, and that toy was you and the attendant was stood non the wiser, ponderously watching you being reduced from a human to the lowest form of object. It was too much, What point was there in trying to hide it, a sex toy has no use for shame or modesty so you let your full voice moan in pleasure whilst your sorry excuse for a silicon hole gripped tight in orgasm. A few more thrusts and your partner finished their quick wank inside their toy and you hoped He carelessly tossed it to the corner of the room the moment he finished whist cum trickled out your shorts and down your thighs.

Then the afterglow faded and reality returned. You were stood sweaty and panting in a newsagents, a frightened attendant looking everywhere but at you, in desperate need of a tissue.