A biker comes into the store to peruse the vibrator section.
I ask him if he needs any help and he boasts that he probably has a better collection than I do.
Referring to the wall before him, I insist that “my” collection is better, but eventually concede. I’m not really into vibrators so much.
He asks what I am into. I nod to the bondage section.
“Would you spank me?” he asks.
“I don’t spank.”
“Oh, so you’re a submissive,” he says. “Well, can I spank you then?”
“No.” I try not to scoff. “Not just anybody can spank me. Not everyone knows how to spank, either.”
“So how can I get on that list?” he asks.
Then he says he’ll get on my list somehow and that when he does, he’ll punish me because my underwear doesn’t match my all-black outfit. I hadn’t realized that a peek of red lace was barely visible out of the top of my skirt.
He has the right idea, but he’s a stranger.