Sexeé was not one's average porno store. For one thing, it was located right off the interstate with a billboard advertising it was a quarter of a mile right up the road, take Exit 22B. For another, it wasn't just a store. It was built to resemble a Grecian palace complete with inner courtyard, video store, bookstore, clothing department, and other miscellaneous merchandise.
The parking lot was crowded when she arrived, but most of the vehicles were located near the videos and books. Livvy parked on the west side, directly in front of the mercantile.
An older man looked up from his newspaper as she entered. He gave her a casual once-over as she passed between the detectors. She ignored him and headed straight for the Wall of Wonders.
Mmm, cuffs, nipple clamps, fake vaginas, dick pumps... ah. Vibrators.
Aww, crap. They were picked over. Livvy eyed the pink bunny vibe, but long ago she'd learned not to waste her money on anything that used batteries. Buying fresh batteries only boosted the bottom line of the toy to the point where she felt she needed to seriously consider buying stock in Duracell and Eveready. And don't even start on rechargeables.
Nope. No more batteries. No way. Plug-ins only, thank you.
This left her with a wand-like device or a dipsy-doodle twisting something or other that went by the name of Pulsing Tiger. "Unless it growls, there's nothing ‘tiger' about it," Livvy murmured to herself. Besides, tigers have stripes. This thing was silver. Who on earth names these things, anyway?
That meant the sex shop was a bust. Grimacing, Livvy strode out, ignoring the merchant's bid of goodnight, and drove back to her place. Unless she went with the old-fashioned method, a nice buzz and restful night's sleep from released endomorphines (or whatever they were called) was out of the question.
But she could check the internet when she got home. Find something and have it shipped overnight. Of course that would cost her an arm and a leg, but she was worth it.