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 Sabrina stepped out of the shower and dried herself.  She put on the short
terry robe she liked and removed the shower cap.  She brushed out her long,
blonde hair and headed into her bedroom to dress for work.  The clothes
were laid out on the bed.

   She hooked up the peach bra, slipped on the matching thong, and slid
into the nude pantyhose.  A jean mini, white cable-knit turtleneck sweater,
and black boots finished the clothes.  She put the diamond chip earrings
she had gotten as a graduation gift in, her small gold chain with the lion
charm, her gold watch on her left wrist, and just the right amount of
cherry lip gloss.  Sabrina grabbed her purse and headed for the train that
would take her to work.

   She got to the subway five minutes before the train arrived.  It was an
old affair: noisy and drafty.  She found a seat and relaxed with her iPod
for the twenty-minute ride to the store.

   Sabrina had been laid off when her finance company had been bought out
by a larger company.  She was an admin; the money wasn't bad and she liked
her job.  After six months, in a bad economy, she was still out of work. 
She started looking for retail jobs, hoping she would find something until
she could get back to being an admin.  In two weeks, she interviewed at
"Venus Adult Emporium," a store that sold x-rated DVD's, sexy clothes,
skimpy lingerie, and a wide variety of sex toys.  Anything and everything
was available at this store.  Sabrina was no prude, but she wasn't crazy
about the job.  Still, the pay was decent and she needed the money, so she
accepted it.  Three months on she was still working there and paying her
rent.  Art Evans, the forty-something black man with the beginnings of a
belly, owned the place.  He hired only young women and men to work the
store.  After a few weeks, he suggested to Sabrina that she wear some of
the fashions the store had on the job.  He felt it would help business. 
Sabrina was twenty-four, had a pretty smile, long natural-blonde hair, and
a nice figure.  But she wasn't about to walk around in the middle of
February in any of that clothing.  She smiled at Art and said she would
think it over when the warmer weather came.

   The only thing that Sabrina really didn't like about the job was when
she sold sex toys.  Some customer would always ask her if she had tried any
of them.  She hadn't.  She liked the feel of a nice, large penis inside of
her.  What bothered her was the number of women purchasing vibes, eggs,
dongs, dildos, beads, and anal probes.  Art stocked a large variety, in all
shapes, sizes, and colors.  Sabrina wondered if the women buying this stuff
had something lacking in their sex lives.  She certainly didn't, she just
hadn't been sexually active lately.

   Sabrina got off of the train at her stop and headed to the shop.  She
entered by the rear door; she was fifteen minutes early and the front door
wouldn't be open yet.  She entered, wished Mr.  Evans a good morning, and
poured herself a coffee from the pot.  She would be opening with Randy. 
Art Evans hired both young men and women to run the place; Randy was a
manager.  After lunch, two more would join the staff to help cover the
afternoon.

   Randy showed up and poured a coffee.  "Why don't you open, Sabrina? 
I'll be out in minute or two."

   Sabrina finished her coffee and went and got the keys from Mr.  Evans.
As she moved to the door, Randy watched her walk.  "That is one fine, round
ass," thought Randy.  So did Mr.  Evans.  Sabrina returned the keys, turned
up the lights, and went to the register.  Randy finished his coffee and
stood along side of the counter.

   "Sabrina," he asked, "when are you going to let me work on that fine ass
of yours with a paddle, strap, or flogger?  You pick.  I would love to play
with that backside.  You are so fine!"

   "Don't hold your breath, asshole," said Sabrina, smiling and flipping
Randy the bird.  She had gotten use to his silly sexual remarks that he
tossed in her direction every so often.  She had been spanked twice, and by
a man who knew how.  She was pretty certain that Randy would be clueless in
that department.

   Art Evans had also watched the blonde girl walk to the door.  He had
watched her wiggle, watched her ass, and, as she returned, he watched as
her tits jiggled.  The black man enjoyed a white woman every now and then.
As long as he was discreet, his wife didn't care.  And he wanted to get
this fine, white girl in bed and spank her ass.  He wanted to bite her
nipples.  And he wanted to do other things to her as well.  He just had to
find a way.