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Dangers of Uninformed Customers

November 10th: Why Security is Important at Sex Stores

Heather wasn't an obvious security guard, but that was to the mouse's credit. The sex shop preferred to keep things subtle, making sure that the customers never felt judged, never felt inhibited with the things that they kept on the shelves and along the walls. Clerks were meant to wear skimpy things to keep the place feeling happy-horny, while security were meant to be non-threatening unless provoked.

In her four months working security around Happy Times, Heather had never needed to confront a customer directly. Most of her work had revolved around securing goods that had gone 'missing' from the shelves while the customers wandered around and didn't put them back, or the occasional back-up for the clerks when someone started getting pushy. As far as the mouse was concerned, that was fine. Easy work for easy pay, and it meant that she didn't have to flex the brown belt that she'd listed during her interview.

Of course, she'd known that had only lasted so long. Four months in, on the dot, her walkie-talkie beeped at her. The mouse leaned back against the front door of the shop, pulling it from her waist and holding it to her mouth.

"Heather here. Sit-rep?"

"Heather, back-room. We got a missing Hitachi."

"And?"

"Batteries. Never left the store. Probably a customer doing something stupid in the fitting rooms."

"Ah, hell."

"Better hurry; don't need the manager hearing we need an ambulance."

"Yeah, yeah, on my way," Heather muttered, shaking her head as she hooked the walkie back where it belonged. "Stupid pervs..."

Not that she was much better; she had a Hitachi of her own back home, but that was for special occasions. If this was some newbie thinking that they just had to try it out for a thrill or - worse - someone that thought that they could do what they'd seen in some porno and shove it inside them before turning it on -

She heard the cracking sound of plastic breaking as soon as she rounded the corner to the fitting rooms, her large ears flicking back and forth as she bit back a curse under her breath. Yep, that was the sound of one of the packages getting ripped open, and that meant that someone was going to be a dumbass.

This was the other reason that shops kept decent security. Just like her coworkers, she'd been taught what the actual specifics of the sex toys were in case they had to stand in for some of the sales reps, and the Hitachi wands were no joke. Actual full contact with someone was a dangerous thing if you were setting the toy to anything over the lowest setting. There were possibilities of causing legit nerve damage to yourself if you held it to anything sensitive for long over high power, and -

Buzz.

Heather leaped into action as she heard the toy come to life. She ran down the hall, pausing at each door for a split second until the sound got quieter instead of louder. She turned around again, double-checked the door was locked, and rapped her fingers against the door.

"Excuse me? Excuse me?!"

There was no response from the other side, just a sudden revving of the Hitachi. Second - no, third setting.

"Okay, plan B," she muttered.

Taking two steps back, she leaned her shoulder in and lunged forward. The cheap plastic slats that maintained customer privacy shattered as she rammed through -

"NNNNNNGH!"

Heather didn't even have the chance to mutter 'idiot' before she was stumbling in, catching her balance and grabbing at the customer. The vixen had not only shoved the Hitachi wand against her sex, but she'd slumped forward from the stimulation, all but curling around it and shoving it deeper into her. She had that shocked face of someone that'd grabbed hold of a live wire, her legs shaking as she lost herself to it.

There was no point in trying to fish it free. Instead, Heather grabbed the other woman and shoved her off the changing bench. As the vixen fell, she grabbed hold of the lower half of the wand and pulled, yanking it free with an audible pop.

With the lack of constant stimulation, the vixen yelped, whimpering, curling up tight. Heather shook her head, fumbling for the buttons on the wand until she found the button to turn it off. The sheer noise it made had been nearly deafening, and now that it was off, she could hear the vixen whimpering, almost crying.

"Is there something I can get you, ma'am?" Heather asked, doing her best to keep both irritation and sarcasm out of her voice. "A towel, perhaps? Some numbing cloths?"

"Mmmph...n-numb...p-p-painkiller..."

"We can do that, ma'am. Is there anything else that isn't clothing you brought in here?"

"P-purse..."

Heather nodded, picking up the small leather handbag. She tucked it under her arm before slowly helping the bottomless vixen back to the seat. Making sure that the other woman wasn't going to fall off, she pulled the walkie from her belt again.

"Back, this is Heather."

"Copy. Sit-rep?"

"Situation handled. Broken door. Sorry about that. Customer's shook up pretty bad, but should be okay."

"Copy. We'll get a cover for it. Stay with her until she's good."

"Copy."

This had not been part of the security briefing when she had taken the job, but considering that there were always idiots that thought they were ready for anything, it was a good thing that she'd been here. Better than the vixen fucking herself up because she thought that the wand was just another vibrator. She shook her head, putting the walkie back.

"You okay?"

"How...how does anyone..."

"Porn lies a lot, heh. Don't worry. We all fall for something."

And at least she'd only fallen for something comparatively minor, unlike the idiots that they had to talk out of stupid breath-play scenes or liquid latex as 'condoms', and so much more. At least this one listened and learned her lesson.