Behind The Beaded Curtain Of A Sleazy ’70s Sex Shop - Sex Stories

Behind The Beaded Curtain Of A Sleazy ’70s Sex Shop

The air was heavy with cigarette smoke. The two men were chatting behind the counter, waiting for the flood of punters who would arrive as soon as the city offices closed. It was unmistakably a sex shop. The windows were blacked out and there were tacky neon signs and entry to the shop was via a beaded curtain. There were rows and rows of magazines, ranging from the tame to the explicit, though the latter were censored due to the Obscene Publications Act. It hadn’t been that long since the last police raid on the premises… Proprietor Rick, 35, lanky, greasy and bearded, puffed on his long cigarette. Boyish runaway Peter, just 21, gazed naively at the contents of the shop. He’d only just gotten the job, which was proving to be quite an education for him. “Is there a lot of demand for this homo stuff?” Peter asked Rick. “Yes, it sells pretty well. Mainly to married men. City gents. Public school types.” “I don’t really understand any of this stuff. It does nothing for me.” “Don’t worry, my boy. Later tonight, I’ll show you some proper uncensored stuff. Some of the gay stuff is pretty hot.” “Well, if you must. I just don’t get it at all.” “It’s taking off, Pete, my mate. Zig has been the spur, all that bisexuality stuff. It’s the future, I’m sure of it.” “Really?” “Oh yes, trust me, mate.” “Yes, I do, Rick. And what about this stuff, the spankers as you call them?” “Ah yes, the spanking mags. Our best sellers, they are. The English are just mad about the stuff, especially ...

... the caning mags. It’s lost on most of the tourists, of course.” “I had the cane at school. I can’t see the attraction. It bloody hurt, and wasn’t sexy at all.” “Ah. Pleasure from pain. Yes, that’s a bit harder to explain. Very popular, all the same. There’s a good margin on spanking stuff and the cops don’t always seize it. Of course, a lot of them are into it. In a big way. Caning especially!” he laughed. Rick went on to explain the fine details of the bondage, S&M and fetish magazines and accessories stocked in the shop. “So, going back to the police. Got any tips for me when we do get raided?” “It doesn’t happen very often, Pete. Hopefully I’ll be here. But if not, just don’t let them near the ‘under the counter’ stuff. And be polite, for Christ’s sake. “Yes, Officer, No Officer, Three Bags Full, Sir”. I think they cream off some of the stuff for themselves, the wank mags, the spankers. Just make sure you do as they say. Otherwise I’ll be taking a cane to your sorry arse!” “You wouldn’t dare! Anyway, I bet you haven’t got a cane.” “You’re right. I haven’t got a cane. I’ve got several! We used to sell them, but the cops kept nicking them. Arseholes!” “Shit, I’d better behave myself.” “Yes, lad. You better had. You’re never too old for the cane, I always say.” Peter gulped and decided to change the subject a little, “These blow-up dolls are a bit crap, aren’t they?” “Ah yes, the Roxy's, as I like to call them. A bit sad, but they’re good sellers. They’re crap, as you say. I ...