That Afternoon, Strangers Watched Me at the Sex Shop

I had been mulling over the idea of renewing my collection for weeks. The dildo I’d been using for two years, a gift from an ex I’d ended badly with, had become an uncomfortable object: every time I took it out of the drawer, it came with his shadow, with the memory of a period I preferred not to relive. My current partner didn’t know it existed, and I had no intention of telling him, but I needed something new, something that was mine and mine alone. Something I could come with without thinking about anyone else.

That afternoon I was walking along Avenida Larco, right in the heart of Miraflores. I’d gotten out of the taxi without any clear plan, with the vague idea of looking in shop windows until my legs grew tired. I’m from Trujillo, but I’ve lived in Lima for four years, and I’m still surprised by how, on a single block, clothing stores mingle with the hidden galleries where you can find anything.

I have large breasts and hips narrower than the rest of my body. I’m not tall, and I never pretended to be. That afternoon I was wearing a dark-blue strappy dress and flat sandals. Nothing provocative, nothing that would draw more attention than necessary. Underneath, a black lace thong that slipped between my buttocks with every step.

I saw the small sign beside a gallery: an arrow pointing toward the second floor and one discreet word. I went up the stairs without thinking.

The store was smaller than I’d expected. Display cases with vibrators, lubricants, lingerie, garters, masks. It smelled like a mixture of incense and new plastic. Behind the counter was a girl of about twenty-five, light-brown skin, her hair pulled into a messy bun, and a blouse with a neckline that was more an invitation than a choice.

“Good afternoon,” she said with a smile. “Are you looking for anything in particular?”

“I want to replace a toy.”

“Vibrator? Dildo? Some kind of stimulant?”

“Vibrator, I think. But I want to see what you have.”

Her name was Daniela, and she moved with the naturalness of someone who had spent years talking about pleasure as though it were the weather. She showed me three models, explained the differences between medical-grade silicone and cheaper materials, and offered me flavored lubricants. At one point she leaned over the counter to show me a detail on one of the devices, and between the curve of her cleavage I saw the shadow of a small nipple piercing. A sudden heat rose in the back of my neck, along with an unmistakable tug between my legs. My pussy contracted on its own, as if my body had gotten ahead of my mind.

“Are you interested in something anal too?” she asked. “We have some new models.”

“I’m pretty much a beginner at that.”

“I’ll show you.”

She turned toward the highest shelf and rose onto her toes to reach a box. That was when I saw it.

The lycra pants she was wearing were almost transparent. And between the two curves of her buttocks, a small stone gleamed with a light of its own: an anal plug with a jewel at the base. She climbed down from the stool with the box in her hand and placed it on the counter as though nothing had happened.

I stood there staring at her. She noticed.

“What is it?”

“You’re wearing…” I didn’t know how to say it.

She smiled.

“Oh, that. Yes. Sometimes I try them out during my shift. It’s the best way to know what to recommend. This one is medium-sized. I put it in this morning with a little lubricant, and I haven’t taken it out in six hours.”

“And it isn’t… uncomfortable?”

“Only when it goes in and when it comes out. In between, you forget it’s there. Though if I squat hard, I feel it. And if I touch myself, I come in two minutes.”

She said it with the same coolness with which she’d explained the differences between silicone and plastic. I, meanwhile, felt a thread of heat run down my belly and soak my thong. I looked back at the vibrators on the counter. I no longer cared about any one of them in particular: I wanted them all.

I chose a medium-sized one, flesh-colored, very realistic, with a small motor in the base and seven speeds. I paid in cash. While Daniela counted out my change, I heard myself say something I hadn’t planned:

“Do you have a fitting room?”

She looked up.

“What did you say?”

“Somewhere…” I swallowed. “Where I can try it before I leave.”

She looked at me for a second longer than necessary. Then she looked toward the door, toward the camera on the ceiling, toward the clock.

“Not a fitting room, but I can put something together for you. If you’re up for it.”

“I’m up for it.”

***

Together we moved a couple of large boxes and a display stand of whips until we had a square corner at the back of the store, against a red velvet curtain covering one wall. Daniela arranged the tallest box so it blocked the view from the counter.

“If someone comes in, they won’t see you,” she told me. “I’ve done this before.”

“With customers?”

“With myself. Sometimes the shift is long, and you get horny.”

She said it with a wink. Then she stood still, watching me.

I crouched behind the box. I took off my sandals. Then my dress, slowly, not really knowing why I was taking the whole thing off. My thong was soaked, completely darkened at the crotch. I pulled it down to my ankles, stepped out of it, and sat on the floor with my legs crossed, hugging the new vibrator to my chest. I pulled my bra down too, until it was bunched beneath my tits, and my nipples grew hard all at once in the cold air from the air conditioner.

Daniela peered over the box.

“Are you comfortable?”

“Yes.”

“Do you mind if I watch you?”

I shook my head. She smiled and sat down across from me, also cross-legged on the floor, three feet away. As if we were about to meditate.

I spread my legs. I opened the lips of my pussy with two fingers, showing Daniela how everything glistened inside. A thick thread of wetness hung between my thighs. I ran the vibrator over my wet slit, slowly, soaking the tip, rubbing it against my swollen clitoris until a moan escaped me. Its texture was different from anything I knew: soft on the surface, firm inside, like a real cock. I pressed it against the entrance to my pussy and pushed.

I let it enter little by little, feeling each inch give way, feeling the walls open to swallow it. When it reached the end, I threw my head back and let out the breath I’d been holding. I felt the thick tip strike something deep, a spot that made me clench my teeth.

“Put it all the way in,” Daniela whispered. “Right up to the base.”

I pushed in the final inch. The silicone base flattened against my outer lips.

Daniela reached out. She didn’t touch me. She only pressed the button on the base.

The deep buzz went through me. My toes curled. The motor vibrated right against my clitoris and inside me at the same time, and I didn’t know what to do with my hands. The first orgasm came so quickly I didn’t even have time to hold it back: I came in spurts, soaking the floor between my thighs, with the vibrator still buried to the hilt. I felt my thighs grow sticky, the hot come sliding down toward my asshole.

“Fuck,” Daniela gasped. “You’re one of those girls who comes squirting. Lucky you.”

I started fucking myself with it. In and out, pulling it almost all the way out and driving it back in with one thrust. With my other hand I brought one breast to my mouth. My nipples are pink, small, and far too sensitive. They’re so sensitive that sometimes I come just from having them sucked hard. I bit one and pinched it at the same time. With a single pinch they turn red and swollen, and blue veins stand out across my tits.

Daniela kept watching me. She hadn’t moved. But I saw her right hand disappear between her legs, squeezing herself over her lycra pants, and her breathing had become ragged.

“You’re beautiful,” she said, and it was the first time her voice sounded slightly broken. “Keep going. Don’t stop. Fuck yourself hard.”

I wanted to answer her. I couldn’t. I was having my second orgasm, chained to the first, and all that came out was a low moan I had to muffle with my free hand. My pussy clenched in spasms around the vibrator, pushing it outward with every contraction, and I drove it back in mercilessly.

And then I saw the camera.

It was on the ceiling, small and almost invisible between two spotlights. Its red light was blinking. It had the perfect angle to record the corner where I was, legs spread, with a silicone cock going in and out of my pussy.

I should have been frightened. I wasn’t. I only spread my legs wider and turned my face toward the lens so it could record me while I came.

“Relax,” Daniela murmured. “I’m the only one who can see that camera. Nobody else has access to the server.”

“Are you recording?”

“Yes. And tonight I’m going to masturbate while watching it three times.”

I didn’t tell her to turn it off.

***

I was about to turn over, to get on all fours so I could take it from behind, when I heard the little bell over the store’s door. I froze.

Daniela rose from the floor in one movement, brushed off her pants, and walked toward the counter as if nothing had happened. I remained seated, the vibrator still inside me, my tits bare, my bra bunched against my collarbone, my crotch a puddle. My dress was ten feet away, on top of a box, out of reach.

I heard voices. Three of them. Two boys and a girl, laughing and talking about a party. They asked for suggestions. Daniela spoke to them with her usual calm: lubricants, blindfolds, handcuffs, toys for couples and for threesomes. Behind the box, I tried not to breathe. The vibrator was still inside me, throbbing at its lowest setting, and every pulse reminded me that I had a cock buried in my pussy while three strangers talked a few feet away.

I turned it down to the minimum with two fingers, trying not to let the motor give me away. The sensation changed. Suddenly it was slower, deeper. Every buzz was a long caress spreading through my belly. And the thought that three strangers were ten feet away, talking about sex toys without knowing that a naked woman with a cock inside her was listening, made me lose whatever little sanity I had left.

I started moving it again. Slowly. In and out. Pulling it out until I could see the tip, then sliding it back in to the hilt, biting my lips to keep quiet. With my other hand I rubbed my clitoris in tight circles. Every thrust made a wet, sloshing sound, and I prayed the voices outside would cover it.

“Do you have anything fun for three?” I heard one of the boys ask.

“That depends on what you mean by fun,” Daniela replied. “I have everything. Are both of you with her, or all three at once?”

“All three,” the girl said with a nervous laugh. “They’re going to be the first ones to double-penetrate me.”

Inside, I was melting. A stream of wetness slid down to my asshole. I spread it with my finger and timidly tried pushing the fingertip inside. It went in without resistance. I pushed a little farther, to the first knuckle, and felt the toy’s vibration on the other side, through the thin wall of flesh separating my two holes.

I don’t know when my left leg started trembling. A spasm ran through my thigh and, without meaning to, I knocked against the box hiding me. The box tilted. I hesitated for a second and tried to hold it up, but my arms failed me. It toppled forward with a dull thud.

And suddenly all four of them were looking at me.

***

The silence lasted three long seconds. Me on the floor, half on all fours, the vibrator buried to the base and one finger in my ass, my breasts hanging, my hair stuck to my forehead. Them standing behind the counter, mouths slightly open.

Daniela was the first to react. She smiled with a calm that wasn’t accidental.

“Well,” she said. “This was a surprise, but it’s also part of the store. If you want, you can watch. Just watch.”

The girl looked at the boy beside her and whispered something in his ear. He nodded, his eyes fixed on my open pussy. The other boy already had his hand inside his pocket, adjusting a cock that showed hard against the fabric.

“Just watch,” Daniela repeated, this time looking at me. “Is that okay with you?”

I could have grabbed my dress and run out. Instead, I raised myself a little, spread my legs wider, pulled the vibrator all the way out so they could see it dripping, and shoved it back in with one thrust. I turned the dial up to maximum, and the motor roared.

“Watch closely,” I said in a voice I didn’t recognize. “Watch me put it inside me.”

The girl approached first. She had shoulder-length brown hair and enormous eyes. She knelt three feet away from me. She didn’t touch me. She only watched.

“Can I… come a little closer?” she asked, almost in a whisper.

“Come closer.”

She did. She sat on the floor, crossed her legs, and I, without knowing why, held out a hand to her. She took it. Her fingers were cold. With my other hand I kept fucking myself with the vibrator, pulling it all the way out and plunging it back to the base, with an obscene sloshing that filled the store.

The two boys remained standing against the counter. They had undone their flies and already had their cocks out. One was thick and short, very red at the tip; the other was long and curved. They gripped and slowly massaged themselves with their fists, watching me without blinking. Daniela watched them with her arms crossed, making sure neither crossed the invisible line she had drawn with her voice. Just watch. Not a finger on me.

The girl, still holding my hand, looked at my breasts, then my belly, then my pussy stretched open around the vibrator, and finally my face. I saw something in her eyes I hadn’t expected: desire, yes, but tenderness too.

“You’re beautiful,” she told me. “Come for us. Please.”

I fucked myself faster, pulling it out and pushing it in. The base slammed against my clitoris with every thrust. With the thumb of my other hand I pressed against my asshole, sinking it in to the knuckle. My thighs were trembling so hard I could barely keep them spread.

“I’m coming,” I panted. “I’m fucking coming, shit…”

And I came again.

This time it was deeper. I felt my thighs tremble, my belly tighten, and a hot liquid that wasn’t the same as before gush out, soaking the floor and splashing onto the knees of the girl holding my hand. I screamed. I couldn’t help it. One of the boys let out a hoarse moan and came against the counter, thick spurts of white semen falling onto the glass and running down it. Then the other, into his own hand, his come spilling between his fingers. The girl, still holding my hand, closed her eyes as though my orgasm had been stolen from her, and I saw the crotch of her jeans darken with a spreading stain.

Daniela clapped once, slowly.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” she said. “The show is over.”

***

I don’t know how long I lay on the floor. Ten minutes, maybe fifteen. When I opened my eyes, the three customers were gone. Daniela had locked the store door and was wiping the white-tiled floor, cleaning up the puddle I’d left and the two boys’ come on the counter. She had put a black silk kimono over me, taken from some drawer.

“I brought you some water,” she said, handing me a bottle.

I drank the whole thing. I felt empty, light, dizzy. The vibrator was still between my legs, switched off and slippery. I pulled it out slowly and felt my pussy remain open for a second before closing.

I dressed slowly. I put the vibrator, still wet with me, back in its original box. Daniela handed it to me inside a brown paper bag.

“Compliments of the house,” she said. “The recording is mine alone. No one will see it. I promise. Though I am going to play it tonight, face-down on the bed, with two fingers inside me.”

I believed her. I don’t know why, but I did.

Before I left, she handed me a card. It had no name, only an address in San Borja and a time: Saturday at nine in the evening.

“We’re having a private gathering,” she told me. “Small. People we trust. They’ll be there too.”

“The three of them?”

“And others. There, touching is allowed. Anything you want.”

I slipped the card into the pocket of my dress without looking at it twice.

“I’ll think about it,” I lied.

Daniela smiled. She knew perfectly well I was going.

I went down the gallery stairs with my legs still trembling, feeling my swollen pussy rub with every step, wetness leaking inside the clean thong Daniela had given me from the counter. I stepped out onto Avenida Larco, into the yellow five-o’clock sun, the noise of cars and people carrying bags. Nobody looked at me. Nobody suspected what I had just done on that second floor.

I took the card from my pocket and put it in my wallet, beneath my ID.

Saturday—I’ll tell you all about it.