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Post by sammi rose blackwell on Dec 30, 2010 0:09:22 GMT -5
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Post by stefan ian diamanti on Dec 30, 2010 0:32:58 GMT -5
Skipping class was… boring. Since everybody else really wanted to pay attention to the lecture Mister Sharp prepared for their business class, nobody took up Stefan’s offer to skip and go out instead. He wanted to skip because he was sure that no matter what his grades were, he’d get to run his dad’s empire in the future. That, and he had already heard that particular lecture. He was pretty damn sure that the Mister Sharp took his lectures from a previous tutor of his, so he didn’t feel the need to listen to the same damn thing again. Once was enough, and theoretical and technical economics and business was boring anyway. Actual selling and marketing, those were more enjoyable. So here he was, alone and walking around aimlessly around the mall. At this time, it was still sort of empty, as it was still kind of early.
Rolling his eyes at the rest of his class, Stefan decided to just… roam around instead. It would be stupid if he went back; the class would flash him knowing looks saying, “See? Knew the pressure would get to ya”, or “You fucking idiot, you’re an hour late and you missed half of it!”. No thanks. Better he kill time here. He took a look around, and saw that he was near a few shops. Oh, Spencer’s! He had never been there before, as people said that they sold adult items, and Stefan had never felt the need to buy any dildos and such. But today, he was bored and curious, and he did have some money on him. Maybe he could just look around? They had shirts and hats and other funny stuff anyway, maybe he’ll find a nice, cool thing that’ll amuse him.
Shrugging, he walked to the store and entered it. Stefan saw that someone else was going into it too. A girl, pretty one. Looked familiar too. Maybe she studied at the University? Hmm, then why would she go inside Spencer’s? Well, it was better not to jump into conclusions. So Stefan went in and looked around. The display was flashy and a bit messy. “Hello?” He called quietly, looking for someone to assist him. He had no idea what he was looking for really, maybe the staff would have some suggestions for him?
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Post by sammi rose blackwell on Dec 30, 2010 1:18:05 GMT -5
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Post by stefan ian diamanti on Dec 30, 2010 1:37:19 GMT -5
Oh, wow, looks like the girl worked here. Well, Stefan was glad that there was someone to ease him into the shop. He honestly had no idea what to get, or if he was even going to get anything at all. He grinned when the she asked him, quite coolly, if he needed help with something. Looks like she was pretty comfortable with everything here, and there was no trace of a teasing tone in the voice, even though he just wandered into the adult store. Really professional staff, that’s good. “No, no toys.” He said, slightly embarrassed. “I don’t have a girlfriend to give one to anyway.” He shrugged and kept walking around the inside of the store. “And if I did, I don’t think I’ll give her any of these for Christmas.” He laughed, looking away from a shelf of vibrators. Really didn’t need those. “Unless she asked for one.” Hmm. Kinky. And just a bit weird. Ugh, get those nasty thoughts outta your head Stefan.
“Yes, most of my classes are about business…” Stefan replied. Looks like they did go to school together. “You look familiar too.” He walked to her, smiling, trying to be friendly. After all, both of them missed classes, maybe they can make something out of it. “I’m Stefan, by the way.” Then he decided to ask why she skipped too; after all, a lot of the other students attended class today. “So why’d you skip today?” He was accusing or anything; of course, he wasn’t in class either, so he’d be being hypocritical if he sent any accusations.
Something just came to his mind, about working here. She must see all sorts of people coming into the store to buy… stuff. Pretty cool job then. Stefan knew he’d have trouble trying not to chuckle as he explained all the different models to prospective buyers. He’d also need to try his very hardest not to let his mind wander into imagining the people using the toys. Whoa. Yup, this job needed a lot of composure and professionalism. “So how do you like working here?” He asked, not giving any clues as to what he was thinking earlier.
“And I’m just looking around… Not really looking at anything at the moment.”
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Post by sammi rose blackwell on Dec 31, 2010 0:17:41 GMT -5
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Post by stefan ian diamanti on Dec 31, 2010 3:54:37 GMT -5
Hmm. He felt eyes on him, at first making him a bit uncomfortable, then a bit flattered. He rarely got the attention of anyone. He turned to the employee while she said that the store also had things other than sex toys. He smiled and said, “Yeah. It would be hard to keep the business alive if it only sold adult things.” He guessed that it was a very specific market, and a business wouldn’t be able to make a profit if it only sold those kinds of things. Still… people did like feeling good, like, being sexually satisfied, so he could see the demand for toys. People who didn’t get any, people who were very kinky, people just wanting to try it… yup. Maybe this business was profitable after all.
Hmm. Maybe he can tease too. After all, she did start with the “toys for your girl or boy?” thing. “So do you use anything from here?” He asked evenly, not a trace of a grin on his mouth although his eyes shined with laughter. It was just a teasing thing, not at all serious, but he was curious. He couldn’t imagine her using anything there, but you never know. After all, she did ask if he wanted one himself, even though Stefan believed that he didn’t look like the type to do so.
Stefan tilted his head as she swung her legs, watching then as they hung from the counter. Looks like this girl had fun on the job too. “None, other than humanities.” He replied, shrugging. He was being groomed to take over the family business, which was quite lucrative. “We own a business, see, and I’m going to run it one day.” He explained, not really proud, just saying it honestly. He didn’t say he was rich though. Didn’t want to seem like a prick, bragging about that big old business than brought them tons of cash.
So her name was Sammi. Okay. “I’ll call you Sam.” It was shorter, though Sammi was a cute name as well. He laughed a bit when she explained that she had work, and that she didn’t want to stay in class. He walked to the counter and sat beside her; he was thin enough so it could support them both. `Course, nobody was supposed to sit there, but he hoped she didn’t mind. “Nice. I was just bored with it all. Too much crap coming out of Prof. Sharpie’s mouth.” Huh, he was being mean. Ah well, the teacher would never hear about it anyway, and even if he did, so what? “Right. Really interesting, this.” He said, smiling brightly as he motioned to everything in the shop. “But I wouldn’t know. I work at FYE.” He shrugged, it was the entertainment store. Movies and music. Things that he sort of liked.
“Ha. I’m sort of just bored at the moment.” He admitted. He was just trying to entertain himself by walking into the store and checking things out. “D’you have any recommendations? Like funny shirts and gags?”
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