The store was crowded with customers speaking in a babble of languages. On the walls hung row after row of color magazines, and the ceiling was hung with erotic posters. Loud rock music issued from hidden speakers, its insistent beat seeming to pound in the intoxicated young redhead's bloodstream.
"Gosh… I don't know quite where to begin," she murmured to Erik.
"Why don't you just look around? I'll pick out some of the really good stuff for you," he suggested, and she gratefully agreed.
The rack beside her was crammed with magazines labeled. Color Climax, each with a different illustration on the glossy cover. Although no one seemed to be noticing her, Jill felt too embarrassed to actually pick one up and look through it. Still, even the covers were pretty wild. One that particularly caught her eye showed a pair of lovely young girls draped nakedly over a couple of large motorcycles with two muscular leather-clad males approaching menacingly, their enormous cocks held in their hands. A lewd little thrill of arousal rose unbidden down between her legs, and she quickly turned away to stare at the ceiling. Just above her head was a poster divided into twelve sections, each one representing a different astrological sign illustrated by a sexual position. Dazedly, Jill picked out her own sign, Scorpio, and gazed in stunned disbelief at the seemingly impossible contortion of the nakedly entwined couple. God! Did people really do things like that? What would it feel like to be that woman on the poster?
The inexperienced redhead sensed an uncomfortable moisture spreading into the vee of her tight white cotton panties. She again fixed her eyes on the rack of magazines. This time her attention was caught by one where a naked, sun-bronzed brunette was hungrily sucking a black man's gigantic erect penis into her ovalled pink lips.
It's perverted! It's sick! Jill told herself. But in spite of anything she could do, the prurient flames of illicit desire surged with ever-increasing urgency through her belly. This unwanted physical reaction frightened her; she liked to think that she was in complete control of herself at all times, but right now she felt strangely vulnerable.
"Hey, you should see the things they've got over at the counter," Erik was suddenly pulling on her arm, directing her attention toward the glass-encased display case containing bizarre clothing, little whips, and dildos.
"Ohhhhhhh!" Jill gasped involuntarily, more shocked and aroused than ever. Somehow these lewd objects seemed even more obscene than any picture, people actually bought these things and used them! The very idea took her breath away. Her wide-open green eyes focused in fascination on a pair of purple silk bikini panties with a slit in the crotchband, then at an eight-inch dildo with a red light flashing on and off in the head. God! She simply couldn't believe it! She had to get out of this place before she fainted.
"Can we leave now?" she asked Erik in a weak, shaky voice.
"Already?" He sounded disappointed, but led her out the door, handing her a thick parcel which she guiltily stuffed into her purse.
"It… it was just a little stuffy… too crowded… I got dizzy," she tried to explain, not wanting to tell him of her indecent arousal.
"Let's walk in the fresh air, then you'll feel fine," he suggested. The handsome Dane had a shrewd suspicion of just what was bothering the young redhead, but he nonchalantly continued playing his role of the polite Danish gentleman, occasionally interjecting a suggestive comment and gleefully noting her awkward confusion.
For the rest of the afternoon they explored the Walking Street and the narrow streets surrounding it, stopping here and there for a drink.
"How about dinner?" Erik finally suggested as the townhall bells chimed six o'clock. "We could visit one of the live sex shows afterward… you really should see one, just to know what they're all about for your research."
Jill hesitated, feeling the shameful shivers of excitement coursing through her loins at his seemingly innocent suggestion. She'd had a good time with Erik Mortensen all afternoon, and had decided that she trusted him. What the naive twenty-two year old didn't trust was her own body's strange reactions to the pornography she had already seen. She was afraid that a sex show would make her feel just like she had in the sex shop, and that was something she simply couldn't face. These confusing physical sensations must be caused by fatigue, by "jetlagging", she decided. Best to go straight to bed. Besides, she had two meetings in the morning, and she wanted to be alert for them in order to make a good impression.
"I'm sorry, but I think I better go on home and get some sleep," she said to Erik, feeling guilty at his obvious disappointment. He'd been very nice to her, Jill thought, but after all her work was really the most important thing. "Maybe some other evening," she added.
"Oh, come on," he insisted. "You slept on the plane. And it's still early."
If I can only get her to watch a live show, I'm sure she'll loosen up, he was thinking. Already, I can see her Victorian mask starting to crack. But Jill was not to be persuaded. "No, I'm sorry," she said firmly. "I have important work to do in the morning."
She suddenly sounded aloof and stubborn, and Erik decided not to press the issue. He'd wait a day or so, and then he'd try again. And again and again, if necessary, for this auburn-haired girl with her large, proud breasts and firmly swaying ass-cheeks was well worth waiting for. He knew instinctively that when he finally got to fuck that tight little pussy of hers, all his efforts would be more than worthwhile.
At the door to her apartment, Erik pulled the luscious redhead to him and kissed her, his lean muscular loins pressing suggestively against her slender body. Taken by surprise, Jill responded eagerly. Before she was aware of what was happening, her hips were grinding up against the warm bulge in his trousers as forbidden waves of erotic arousal surged through her body once again. Almost immediately, however, she came to her senses and broke away from him with an embarrassed little laugh.
"Good night, Erik," she said rather breathlessly. "And… and thank you so much for all you've done to help me today."
"I'll be seeing you very soon," he said softly. He stood there in the stairwell, watching her firm, panty-clad buttocks undulating beneath her short skirt as she mounted the stairs. Yes, it had been a good day… and next time would be even better, of that he was sure.
CHAPTER TWO
It was after midnight when Jill awakened from sleep, troubled by restless dreams. She'd fallen into bed as soon as she got home, the unaccustomed amount of alcohol she'd consumed during the afternoon sending her to sleep immediately. Now she glanced at the alarm clock which she'd set beside the bed, shaking her head in disbelief. How could it be so late when it was still not really dark outside? But the clock read 12:15, and much to her annoyance she realized that she was wide awake.
For twenty minutes or so she tossed and turned on the comfortable bed trying to fall back to sleep, but although the mattress was firm and flat and the coverlet soft as a cloud, she was plagued by disturbing thoughts of her actions of the day before. Although she tried her usual method of letting her mind drift in a warm languid sea, she now found herself staring wide-eyed at the dimly lit window, promising herself to sew some curtains tomorrow. Then the irrepressible guilty memories of her body's unaccountable reaction in the porno shop and later when Erik had kissed her returned to haunt her.