Disclaimer: This story is not for kids. There is a high level of sexual content. Remember this is a work of fiction. The names and places do not exist. If for some strange reason they do please keep in mind that they have no connection to this story. The characters presented here are all found in my imagination! Thank you. The story takes place in Brooklyn NY the year being 2007. Thank you once again and enjoy.

The Specialty Store

By: Marina L. 2004

Sybella was bored. There was nothing to do on the internet on Friday night. What good is a computer if you have nothing to do and no one to talk too. Her fingers flew from key to key, typing away furiously. Sybella O’Neill was day dreaming. Her eyes looked somewhere else as a forum blinked into view. Its black color surface blending in with the darkness of her study. She was thinking and drifting with no thought. Floating like a feather which never stops its fall. The forum minimized on the computer screen. Other smaller screens blinked in and out. Sybella’s eyes slowly strained from her haze to the screen. Her mouth coming wide open in a silent “Oh.”

The answer to her prayers was there in front of her. She could not believe it. She hurriedly scrolled up the text. “Yes, yes, yes” she whispered. This is exactly what she needed after 6 months of no sex. She had to save her sanity, damn it. Reading quickly she smiled with actual happiness. This store, The Specialty Store, the only one found in Brooklyn NY was what she needed. Scrolling back up the page she read: “the store has a great quality of goods. All for your pleasure and that give you pleasure. What more can you ask for. The new panty product is probably the best thing a woman can get for the greatest performance outcome. The panties come in all sizes in four colors red, blue, orange and pink. The level of pleasure doubles and triples if you keep them on for a day or more. First time discomfort does occur but does not last. This product is a must buy for any hormonal women.” And near the bottom in small letters it said “Must have a husbands, lovers, or boyfriends actual length of excitement.”

Sybella did not pay much attention to the last part. She took down the address left the forum and shut down her computer. Climbing into her queen sized bed she stretched like a cat and flopped down into its softness. The nights sounds where not noticed. She was asleep in less then a minute.

Saturday turned out to be a beautiful day. Cool weather and warm sunshine. It was rare in NY with its strange weather patterns but much welcomed. Sybella woke up at nine and was out the door by ten. The morning was glorious. She usually liked to sleep in on weekends due to her tiring job as a high school teacher. She loved working with kids but they just took all her energy without returning any of it back to her. “Maybe I should leave” she thought morosely then shook her head to clear it. “No” she said to herself “I will not quit. I love it there.”

Taking the B82 down Bay Parkway and transferring to the B1 Sybella found

herself in a dirty area of 86th street. It was not that bad but not good either. She shrugged her shoulders rustling the blue jacket she had on. She walked to 27 Ave on 86 St. looking around herself. “Hmm, now where is it” she mumbled. “Ah, there it is.”

Walking briskly to the front of the store she squinted at the schedule of hours. It was open, good she sighed letting go her worries. Opening the door she entered a grey green room full of God knows what. This is the place she thought secretly gleeful. After staying in place and turning her body in a circle she decided on starting from the right side of the long and wide room. As she walked and looked at the shelves she saw dildoes, lollipop condoms at which she gave a faint smile, eatable underwear in all flavors, vibratos, etcetera, etcetera.

Frowning slightly she walked around again. Nope, there was no sight of the underwear. “Damn” she muttered through clenched teeth. “May I help you Miss” a male voice broke through the dust and silence of the room. Sybella whorled around almost jumping out of her skin. When she saw the older man smile at her she smiled back. “I am sorry I startled you. Do you need any help?” he asked politely. Sybella smiled and nodded her head in affirmation. “I am looking for the new panty product you have but I can’t seem to find it” she told the store worker. The man chuckled and stretched out his hand which she shook. “Names Bob Thomas. I own this place” he said with eyes dancing. Her cheeks pinked a little but she nodded a yes at his information.

“The panties you are looking for are right there on the left” Bob told her. Sybella looked where he pointed then frowned. “All I see is boxes Sir” she replied. He grinned at her “that’s because the panties you want are in the boxes.” Chuckling he said “I call them Penis Panties.” Sybella frowned once again murmuring in confusion “Penis Panties? Why would anyone call panties that?” Bob shook his head from side to side and left her a moment to get the phone. Looking around at the small white boxes covering almost the whole left side of the shelves in the store, Sybella did not notice the door opening behind her.