The dinner table was oddly silent. While everyone else in the restaurant quietly conversed among the people at their tables, Lily and her parents merely glanced at each other from time to time. Her mother offered her soft, caring glances to counteract her father's more stern and irritated ones. And no one said a word. All because of her father's little lecture in the car on the way to the restaurant.

The animosity all started a few months back when she first turned eighteen. Leading up to it, her parents began pressuring her to get a job; not that it was a bad thing, just that they seemed a bit more pushy about it than they needed to, especially when coupled with their high performance expectations while she was at school.

"Your father and I really think it's time for you to get a job," she remembered her mom saying.

"You're almost eighteen, you need to start getting used to adult responsibilities," her dad chimed in, a little less polite about it than her mom.

"I know, it's just, with school..."

"It can be done," her father added, "I did it, your mom did it, and we even had to work more hours than you would."

"We're not asking you to work tons of hours, Lily, we're just asking you to get something part time."

It wasn't like Lily had been fighting against it or anything, sure, she was going about it a bit slower than her parents (particularly her dad) would have liked, but she was at least applying. The big problem was that she wasn't getting any responses back from the places she had applied. It was a slow process of looking for work and hearing nothing in return, and it finally culminated in the car on the way to dinner.

"I told you, I'm looking," Lily said.

"Obviously not hard enough," her father said.

"What do you want me to do? Everywhere I apply wants some kind of 'work experience' or 'professional references'. How am I supposed to get hired anywhere when they all want some kind of experience that I don't have?

"Come on, Lily, there are plenty of places that would hire a high school kid right off the street. Did you try the White Castle down the road? Or the Taco Bell? I'm sure the restaurant is hiring waitresses?"

"So I can walk around getting hit on by creepy old guys...?"

"Tough luck, Lily, we all have to do it some time. Your mom started out as a hostess, I started out flipping burgers; your not above any of that."

"I'm pretty sure they don't flip burgers anymore," Lily muttered, "just flash cook them in a speed oven-"

"No, this is where you don't talk back, Lily!" her dad yelled. "Look a little harder and maybe you can find a job before you graduate, because you better have one by then."

No one had spoken much since. Only to the waitress to order their food and to the hostess to get seated.

"How's everything tasting?" The waitress asked as she walked by.

"Good," her mom answered, "thank you."

The waitress refilled her father's water glass and continued on her rounds. Lily watched her as she tended to the other tables. "hey, babe, can I get a refill please?" one of the other patrons asked. He looked to be in his late 50s, the way he just raised is glass at her, the 'babe' comment, just rude; exactly the reason she didn't want that kind of work.

"May I be excused?" Lily asked, breaking the silence, "I need to use the restroom." Her father gave her a half-hearted nod and she left her seat and headed to the back of the dining room.

Upon exiting the bathroom, she glanced at a bulletin board she didn't originally notice on her way in. As expected, there were ads for a multitude of random crap; a band playing a gig at a local bar, "for a good time, call...", Ecstacy Massage Experience, "Worthington High School Theater presents..." Lily was about to walk away when a slightly hidden flyer caught her eye. She noticed the words, "walk-in interviews" and decided to look deeper into it; if she was able to snag a job based on a walk-in interview, she would finally be free of her parents' constant nagging. The interview was for a place called Aphrodite's Gifts and Wears. It was a store she had never been to, but vaguely remembered her friend Stella mentioning once or twice in the past. Desperate for even a little stroke of luck in her job hunt that didn't involve working in food service, she made a note of the address and interview times in her phone and went back to her seat at the dinner table.
***

A few days later - the day of the interview - Lily stood in front of her mirror, holding various outfits up to herself, and trying to pick out the best first impression for a job interview. She decided to go with a semi-formal, knee length, blue skirt and a grey sweater. She stuffed a smaller, matching purse with her wallet, her phone, and house key, and proceeded out the door to the wait for the bus, something she despised doing, and was uncomfortable with, but per her dad's orders, was not allowed to borrow the car again for anything until she was employed. So she either went where she needed to riding the bus, or she occasionally got lucky enough to hitch a ride with Stella. After a ten minute wait, the bus arrived, and she searched for a seat among the disheveled riders, creepy old people, and vacant seats that were puke stained or covered in some other unknown, crusted on fluids. Despite encouraging residents to utilize public transit, the city didn't exactly do much to make the experience look appealing. It was a rather confusing dichotomy, but not one important to her at that moment; her only concern at this point was mentally practicing for her interview and worrying about how presentable she looked.

A seemingly eternal twenty minute ride later, the bus arrived at her stop, and she began her short trek on the downtown sidewalk to the address she noted in her phone. She looked up and down at the buildings until she found the place she was looking for. The address was written in big letters on the dark tinted glass of the door, and she almost missed the smaller than expected sign reading "Aphrodite's Gifts and Wears." The bell on the door dinged as she opened it up. The store was definitely bigger on the inside than she expected.

"Hi!" She was greeted by a young woman at the front counter, "how can I help you today?"

"Uh... I saw your flyer about walk-in interviews..." Lily started.

"Oh, of course," the woman said. "Hey, Todd!" She called out to the back of the store, "can you watch the front, I have an interview. It will be just a moment, hon."

It was only then that Lily began taking notice of the kind of store she had entered. She noticed the signs high on the walls pointing out different sections of the store; one corner apparently had "luscious lingerie," a whole wall was dedicated to "dildos and vibes," in the back of the store was the "Kinky Kloset." It was absolutely not the kind of store Lily ever had an intention of entering, and definitely, DEFINITELY not the kind of store she would want to work at, let alone have her parents find out she worked at. She could already hear the disdain in their voices; her mom would certainly say "we didn't pay to send you to Catholic school for 12 years so you could insult God with such filth!"

"Actually..." Lily hesitated, "I don't think this is the store I was looking for..."

"Oh, sure it is, hon," the woman said, "I know it's the kind of thing that can seem intimidating at first, but I promise there's nothing to be embarrassed about."

"It's not that, it's just..."
"At least stay for the interview. We've been having trouble getting anyone to apply. You wouldn't necessarily have to take the job if you didn't want to, but I think you should give it a shot."

The clerk, presumably the one who would be doing the interviewing, certainly seemed a bit desperate. Lily wanted nothing more than to walk away right then, but the opportunity kept nagging at her. Working in a sex shop was far from anything she wanted to do, especially for her first job; on top of that, the absolute shit show that would go down at home the second she inevitably would have to tell her parents if she was hired. Nothing about it was in her court at all. On the other hand, employment of any kind would grant her a bit more freedom, even at her parents' dismay. There was also the flashing mental glimpses of potentially entertaining encounters at such a place. Furthermore, it would just give her bragging rights the next time she would see Stella; she had casually mentioned the shop in the past, and she would certainly shit bricks if her conservative good-girl best friend suddenly got a job there.

"I just..." Temptation finally got the best of her. She turned away from the woman for moment, quickly motioned the sign of the cross to herself and returned her attention to the clerk, "Alright, I'll do the interview."

"Great," the clerk said, "My name is Lexa, I'm basically the hiring manager in charge right now, so I'll be doing your interview. If you'd like to follow me, we'll grab a table and get started." She grabbed a clipboard with some papers off the front counter and ushered Lily out the door. Lily followed her down the sidewalk about a half a block until they got to the outdoor patio of a nearby coffee shop and took a seat under a shaded table. "Does this work okay for you?"

"I guess... sure."

"I like to do the interviews over here," Lexa explained, "for obvious reasons, doing them in the store can sometimes be distracting, and you seem nervous enough as is."

"I appreciate that," Lily said.

"So, I guess we can start with the basics," Lexa began, "Name?"

"Lily Thomas."

"Thank you. Date of birth?"

"May 7th, 2004," Lily recited.

Lexa and Lily went back and forth for several minutes over the preliminary information before they finally arrived at the meat and potatoes of the interview.

"Alright then, time for the more interesting stuff," Lexa said, "What would make you a good candidate for working in our store?"

"Uh... nothing, probably," Lily said, "A sex shop isn't exactly what I had in mind..."

"I think it rarely is for anyone," Lexa pondered, "But what would make you a good worker here, in terms of customer service?"

"I don't know... I'm friendly, I guess. I like to make sure things are clean and tidy. I certainly don't have any drama to bring to the table."

"That is certainly a selling point," Lexa said. She jotted down some quick notes and continued.

Several garden variety questions about customer service, making sales, and general employment requirements later, Lexa concluded the interview and hit Lily with a bombshell she was not expecting.

"Alright, well, this was a good interview," Lexa said, "For someone with no experience and never being interviewed before, I'm impressed."

"Thanks, I guess," Lily said.

"I wanna hire you."

Lily's skin turned pale, and her eyes grew wide, "Wha... what?" She couldn't decide if she was, or should be scared, surprised, or excited.

"I want to hire you," Lexa confirmed, "I think you'd be a good fit here."

"No... no... this isn't actually what I planned... I mean..."

"You don't want the job?"

"It's not that, I mean... I want the job. I really want the job, I-I need the job. It's just... If my parents find out about this, if anyone at school finds out, I'm just..."

"I can promise you it won't be that bad. Just think of it like any other retail job, just customer service."

"It's still a sex shop," Lily said, "I have no experience with any of that, it's not like I can really help customers with what to by or anything."

"Honestly, most customers know what they're looking for when they walk in. Plus, you'd be surprised how much you'd learn on the job. It's not like you won't get any training at all."

"I don't know..."

"Tell you what," Lexa reasoned, "Come on in Monday morning, I'll give you the full tour of the place and some tips and tricks, and you can decide after that if you're really not comfortable with it."

Lily took a long pause to think. It wasn't difficult to see that Lexa was obviously desperate for the help. Maybe it wouldn't be so intimidating if she did just give it a chance. It's not like there was any risks involved in the job itself, beyond getting exposed to everything her parents would freak out about. Actually, that really was the only thing stopping her; what her parents would do or say if they found out she was working there. She would have to tell them eventually, and they undoubtedly would want to visit her at work just to embarrass her; maybe working there could deter that. It was doubtful they had ever heard of the store, maybe if she told them where it was, they wouldn't even know or bother to look for it. It seemed worth the risk either way; her parents never specified what job to get, and they certainly made pretty clear agreements with her about the added and restored freedoms she would have by getting a job, so really, it was getting harder to talk herself out of it.

"I'll do it," she said.

"Excellent. Monday morning, 7am. Does that work?"

"Yeah, I can do that."

"Awesome. I'll see you then. And... dress comfortably," she added, "It's a pretty casual place, so there's no need to look like an office secretary or anything if you don't want to."

"I'll keep that in mind."

Oh God. What had she just done? She was well past the point of no return, and she had no choice but to spend the weekend mentally preparing for what would await her Monday morning. She had already convinced herself after the interview that it was the best course of action, but the fact that it was still a sex shop continued to linger over her head like a social death sentence. She could possibly work at such a place and still go to school where everyone could potentially find out. But would they? Surely no one working or attending a Catholic school would dare walk into such a store, right? Would any other job be causing her this much mental distress? Maybe if she told Stella about it she could get some piece of mind, except that was a horrible idea... Stella probably would know what to say to help her feel better about it, but trusting her with that kind of information was a risk in and of itself.

After a weekend's worth of worst case scenarios flashing through her head, the day had arrived. She had gotten up extra early to get ready to catch the bus. She stood in front of her closet looking for something to wear for the day. She wanted to be comfortable, like Lexa had suggested, but also didn't want to look so casual that she looked like a customer either. She settled for a pair of white jeans and a blue, striped polo shirt. She pulled auburn her hair up into a ponytail and scooted out the door.

The first thing she noticed when she arrived at the store from the bus stop was that the shop seemed rather dark. It was very dim around the front door when she went for the interview, but it seemed darker this time. She pulled on the door handle, but it didn't budge. Anxious thoughts of arriving on the wrong day or too early began flooding her mind. If she was early, maybe it wouldn't be so bad, except that she also didn't want to be standing outside the shop like an idiot... or like customer waiting for it to open. There were no hours posted on the door, so it was hard to tell there too. Lily was just about to pull out her phone and try calling when she heard the door click. It opened up and was relieved to see Lexa, but also even more terrified now that this was to be her first official day.

"Hey, welcome," Lexa said.

"Hi," Lily said in a meek voice, "For a minute, I thought I was early or here on the wrong day or something."

"Not at all. The store doesn't officially open until noon, but I thought you might feel more at ease if you got familiar with everything before we throw customers into the mix."

"I guess..."

"Well, follow me and we'll get started." Lily followed Lexa to the front counter where the register and computer were, among other things. Lexa went through all the boring, logistical stuff as quickly and as interestingly as she could. She showed Lily how to clock in for a shift, where to find important notes about deliveries or special orders, and went on about breaks and lunches. "And if your really unsure about anything, just leave a note or let myself or Todd and we'll help you out. It's a pretty low pressure place here, so don't ever feel like you need to have all the answers." Lexa noticed Lily's intimidated stare at the cash register. "We'll worry about that later. It's not nearly as scary as it might look, and it's also easier to learn when you actually have to use it."

"If you say so..."

"I do."

"Okay, I guess. What's next?"

"Well, you're definitely new to this kind of place, and you seem to have a fair bit of embarrassment about even being here, so I thought we would take a tour of the store so you can learn a little bit about what we sell and where it is in case anyone needs help finding something."

"Uh... okay."

Lexa stepped away from the front counter and began moving to the other side of the store. Lily followed close by. There were large signs above each section of the store that mostly pointed out what was there, but Lily didn't need the sign for their first stop. In the walls in the corner of the store were lined with several shelves of DVDs, as well as a 3 additional racks in the middle of the floor.

"I take it this is the porn section...?" Lily asked with a little bit of sarcasm.

"Correct. What gave it away?" Lexa asked. Her question was clearly rhetorical, as she didn't wait for an answer. "So everything on the walls in the corner here are our new and recent releases. Newer releases are at the top, older on the bottom. The right side here is all straight porn, the left side is gay, lez, fetish stuff."

"Okay..."

"The shelves in the middle here are organized by title," Lexa continued. She pointed out each row one by one," These first two are all the basic stuff. This next one is all gay porn. Here is your lesbian stuff. Fetish videos and are not new or recent can be found in the Kinky Kloset section."

"Got it."

Lexa led her to the next section of the store. On the opposite wall were several racks of various clothing and lingerie.

"Here we have our various different lingerie and other fun clothing items. The women's stuff is on these racks on the wall, and these racks in the middle here. The men's stuff is on this rack here."

Lily stared intently at a pair of sparkly briefs hanging in the men's section. "Guys actually... buy this stuff," she asked.

"You'd be surprised what some guys will do to spice it up in bed," Lexa explained, "and ladies, for that matter."

"I suppose..."

"Also, generally we only keep one or two sizes of everything out here, just cuz there's so much to choose from, but if someone ever does need a specific size that's not out here, we have all kinds in the back. I'll show you that a bit later though."

"Got it."

When they got to the end of the various racks of lingerie, Lexa directed Lily around a quick corner into a rather deep cutout in the side of the store.

Lily stopped read the sign above, "Kinky Kloset?"

"This is where most of the fun stuff is." Lexa said. She took Lily though the few aisles of stuff. "This wall has all the toys and stuff; gags, handcuffs, rope, that kind of thing. This one has all the DVDs I mentioned earlier, next to that you can find various types of lingerie that lends itself to the occasion. And over in this last row is the various clothing choices."

Lily perused the aisles with fluctuating looks of confusion and concern as she studied the different bondage equipment, glanced at the DVDs mostly featuring women tied up, sometimes on what looked like torture rigs, and flipped though the hangers of shiny vinyl and rubber clothing. "Why would any of this be fun?" She asked.

"A lot of people are into it. Some like being tied up; the feeling of restraint and helplessness is a turn on for a lot of people. Some like to experiment with it but aren't necessarily 'into' it, and some are more into the clothing."

"Like shiny, rubber clothing?" Lily asked, "Looks uncomfortable."

"It depends on the person," Lexa said, "Most of it is decently comfortable, some of it is an acquired taste. I happen to like it."

"I see."

"Contrary to popular belief, it's not just for the bedroom either. A pair of nice, shiny vinyl pants or a dress can really turn heads. In a good way, of course," Lexa smirked.

"Right..." Lily said as she continued flipping through hangers, "Shiny..."

Lexa was ready to continue her tour and started heading out of the Kinky Kloset cut out, but stopped when she noticed Lily was looking a bit like a deer in headlights at a pair of glossy red pants toward the end of the rack. "See something you like?" she asked.

"God, no. I'd never wear something like this," Lily explained, "They just look like something my friend Stella would probably wear."

"Does she like the shiny stuff?"

"I have no idea, but she's definitely the bad girl type that would wear these around town just because it's provocative."

"You wanna give 'em a try?" Lexa asked, "Snap a little selfie and see if she wants them?"

"Ha... Not really. She'll just spend a week - or more - telling me how many cute guys I could get if I was the one wearing them around town... How sexy I'd look and all that. No thank you."

"I don't know..." Lexa started, noticing Lily continually glancing back to the pants, "it kinda looks like you wanna try them. Kinda sounds like it too."

"I mean... ugh... maybe, but... this just isn't right. This is work, right?"

"Hey, it's just you and me; and we have plenty of time. I'm not going to say no if you want to try them on. The fitting room is right in the corner there."

Lily looked back at the shiny, vinyl pants. They were just beckoning to her, urging her to give in. "I shouldn't." She slid her hand along the smooth vinyl and pinched it between her thumb and finger. The perfectly smooth texture of the fabric sent a tingle up her arm. She couldn't place the sensation, but it felt right to her. She pulled up the leg and stuck her hand up the pant leg; the interior was lined with a soft, almost plush fabric. Maybe they wouldn't be quite as uncomfortable as they looked from the outside. "No," she whispered to herself. No matter how hard she tried to walk away, the pants continued to have a grasp on her. They continued calling to her with a temptation she imagined only the devil could have. Unwilling to fight her urge any further, she pulled the hanger off the rack, "alright." She looked up at Lexa, who was smiling back, "I'm going to try them on quick," she said.

"Have at it," Lexa replied.

Lily gave a quick smile, folded the pants up and ducked into the fitting room in the back corner of the room. Once inside, she unbuttoned her white pants and slid them down her legs. She stepped out of them at the floor and grabbed the slick, vinyl pants from the table. She lifted the waist of the pants up toward her face to unbutton them, and listened in awe at the distinct peeling sound of the fabric unsticking to itself. She sat down on the chair, and put her feet into the legs, and pulled the pants up. They were a bit tighter than she expected, but not surprisingly so; it wasn't a secret that these kinds of clothing were meant to show off a woman's curves, she just wasn't used to those curves being hers. She zipped up the fly, fastened the button, and ran her hands down her legs to smooth out any wrinkles, and to once again feel the slick, shiny fabric that encase her legs. Lexa was right; they were considerably more comfortable than she had expected.

Lexa, perhaps expecting her to have been fully changed by that point, called out to her, "you okay in there?"

"Yeah," Lily called from the other side. She opened the door and stepped out to show Lexa. It was then that she noticed just how noisy the pants were. Each step she took came with a very distinct rustling from the vinyl, and an occasional sticky squeak when it rubbed against itself.

"Wow!" Lexa said as she sized up her new-hire's perfect figure, now even more alluring in the shiny, figure hugging pants, "hot stuff."

Lily blushed a deep red, "you think so?"

"Hell yeah. I can only imagine how your friend might look in them."

"I know..." Lily replied, knowing how Stella would tell her to style them and bring out her inner bad girl. "I think I actually kinda like them," she added.

"Is that so?" Lexa said, noticing Lily's apparent difficulty keeping herself from rubbing her glossy legs. "You can keep them if you want," she added.

"What? No, I couldn't... I shouldn't..."

"Why not?"

"I don't want to buy them or anything, I mean... they're not really my style... or me... or..."

"I don't know, the kind a look like your style the way you keep staring at yourself in them. And I'm not making you pay for them; call it a welcome gift."

"I guess I'm just not sure."

"Tell you what, wear them for the rest of the tour if you want, and if you decide you don't like them, you can put them back on the shelf. Or you can keep them, if you decide that the better choice. Up to you."

"Well... okay." Lily said. It was a bit of a difficult decision for her, but the more she thought about it, the more she liked the idea of finding her own taste in the store, and not having to uphold an ideal image that she more or less had forced upon her for 18 years. For her, the attraction she felt to the pants was not about looking sexy, or being a sinner, but rather the freedom she had to experience something new without thinking she was being judged, or wondering what God might think. And maybe Lexa was helping with that; after all, she had been nothing but fair and understanding toward her. And perhaps her encouragement to try the pants on was an attempt to provide an environment where she could experiment with something she never could (or would) try any other way; now that she thought about it, much the way Stella did with her little birthday surprise a few weeks prior.

"Well, if you're done rubbing yourself silly, we'll continue on," Lexa said.

Lily hadn't even noticed she had been rubbing her hands on the vinyl the entire time. "Yeah. Sorry," she stood up straight and retuned her attention to Lexa, "lead the way."

Lexa ushered her to the other side of the store again, to the wall where the front door was. On the way, she pointed to a variety of different product on the racks and shelves in the center of the store. "These two shelves here are all sexy party games, or just sexy games. Here we have a wide variety of male sex toys; fleshlights, cock rings and all that. This rack is all various usually-gag-gifts and paraphernalia. And then we arrive at my favorite section..." They stopped and Lily looked in awe at the floor to ceiling display of dildos and vibrators.
"This is your favorite section?" Lily asked.

"Absolutely," Lexa said, "an orgasm is only as good as the tool you use to achieve it, and my dear, these are the best tools."

"I see," Lily said, her eyes filing though all the different phallic toys, "Guess I always thought a real one was supposed to be the best."

"Not by a long shot," Lexa explained. "They say God makes no mistakes, but I can think of at least one."

"I doubt that," Lily said, adhering to her Catholic views.

"You're definitely a virgin, aren't you?"

"What gave it away?" Lily asked, a hint of sarcasm in her voice.

"I can see how you, in your limited experience, may think a real dick is the key to a good orgasm, but honey, they don't last nearly long enough."

"How so?"

"Guys finish too quick. I'm not gonna lie, I've definitely been around the block a few times here, it's kinda my domain. I can finish a guy off in probably thirty seconds if I really wanted to. It's hard not to; imagine there's a guy there with his rock hard cock, it's throbbing, it's straining, he's begging for release, but you can't let him, because once you've drained his hose, he shrinks back up; and because you will last longer than he ever could, you'll be begging for a release that you won't get. Not from him, at least. That's why these tools are the best."

Lily stared at her. She was starting to feel sweaty, and she wasn't sure if it was her new apparel heating her up, or listing to Lexa's little lesson on dildos.

"Besides," Lexa said, pulling a slender, silicon toy off the shelf, "can a REAL dick do this?" She pressed the button and the toy began vibrating ferociously.

Lily's eyes grew wide with intrigue.

"This is one of my personal favorites," Lexa said over the buzzing, "It just feels so good." She gently grazed her own tits with long, vibrating bullet. She stepped over to Lily, "It vibrates surprisingly well though fabric too," she smirked, "especially latex... or vinyl," she added, gently pressing the toy against Lily's thigh and dragging it up closer to her waist, and the fly of the pants. She let out a surprised but pleasured whimper before Lexa turned the toy off. "That's enough of that, though. This isn't the time or place to get unprofessional."

Lily merely stood in shock. "Indeed," she said. It was a very unexpected gesture, and she tried so hard to tell herself it didn't feel good, but she couldn't deny the fact that she would have liked to experience a bit more of what that vibrator could do.

"Well, that pretty much concludes everything that's on the sales floor, all that's left is a little bit about what's in the back room."

"Alright," Lily said, doing everything in her power to keep her mind off certain, recent inclinations.

Lily followed Lexa back along the wall of vibrators to a door next to the Kinky Kloset section of the store. Lexa opened the door and led Lily inside. She turned on the light and revealed a storeroom full of random assortments of shelves and boxes.

"Welcome to the back room. I'll be the first to admit that it's a bit of a mess."

"No kidding," Lily said. She didn't even know where to begin looking for whatever could be in the boxes.

"Despite what it may look like, we don't actually have a whole lot of overstock on anything. New deliveries come every other day or so through that door there," Lexa explained, pointing out an additional door that presumable led to the alley behind the store. "There's really three main sections here you have to worry about. The shelves next to that door are for any new deliveries we get. The delivery guy brings them, Todd or I will check them in and make sure they're all there, and they pretty much sit there until we have extra time to go through them. The two shelves behind you there are all the overstock that we keep. Most of it is the games and stuff, some of the more popular dildos and vibes are there, and maybe some extra DVD's. The this big section over here will all these boxes are all the extra clothes and lingerie. Like I said, we only keep one or two of each style on the salesfloor, so if someone ever needs a specific size, you can come back here for it. I make sure all these boxes are labeled, please make sure the items in those boxes remain that way."

"Of course." Lily then noticed a staircase next to the back door that was partially blocked by some boxes. "I didn't know this building had a basement."

"It does. That's actually where we're going to go next." Lexa said.

"Alright then."

Lexa slid the boxes out of the way and the two ladies began a slow decent into the basement. Based on the creaky wood of the stair, and the slight musty odor, it was exceptionally old, but then again, that was to be expected along the old downtown street.

"There's actually a bathroom down here, complete with a shower even, but as you can imagine, everyone typically choses to go next door to the coffee shop, Lexa explained over the sound of Lily's creaking vinyl pants. "There really isn't much down here besides that, but it is extra storage space if we ever needed it and can certainly be useful for various things; we actually had some film students from the college come down here to shoot a horror film."

"I can't imagine why," Lily said, noticing the cobwebs along the dimly lit concrete walls. It certainly had the atmosphere, as the creepy red light behind the boilers sold it.

When they got to the bottom of the stairs, Lexa flipped the switch and the cellar lit up considerably more. The basement was mostly filled with old, empty steel shelves, a cabinet with a missing door that appeared to house some basic maintenance equipment, a metal door that presumably led to the bathroom, and an item that didn't seem to fit the rest of the décor, an inflatable bath tub.

"What is that?" Lily inquired.

"Funny you should ask," Lexa said, "It's a little secret I've been waiting to tell you about."

"And what's that?" Lily wondered. As they got closer, she could see that it was filled with a shockingly familiar, pudding-like substance.

Lexa leaned close to Lily and whispered in her ear, "I know what you did."

Lily's head snapped back to meet Lexa's crazed grin, "Excuse me?"

"I am referring to the night of May 20th, when you and your friend, Stella trespassed on my property. Don't pretend like you don't know."

Lily's heart began racing. What are the odds it was Lexa's yard they went into? How could she even know? Stella told her she was gone.

"You remember that night, right?" Lexa asked, "How you found my pool of mud. How you... enjoyed it?

Lily could feel the sweat forming on her forehead and along her back, while a chill shot along her body from her toes to her head.

"You just looked so blissful and - dare I say - turned on in the surveillance footage that I thought you might enjoy being reintroduced to a familiar friend."

"Th-the surv-surveillance footage?" Lily stuttered.

"Of course. It helps take care of unwelcome trespassers."

"Are you going to report us... you know... to the police?"

"Of course not," Lexa said, maintaining a comforting voice, "I'm glad you enjoyed it. You did exactly what it was made for."

"Then what's going on?"

Lexa placed her hand on Lily's back and explained, "I knew I recognized you when you came in the other day. It took a moment, but I remembered your face from the video, and I couldn't believe my luck."

"What luck?"

"Ever since that night, I've wanted nothing more than to witness your undeniable passion for the mud bath first hand, so when I saw you come in to apply for a job, I just had to make it happen."

"You mean you tricked me into all this just so you could watch me get muddy? Gross. How much of this whole job thing is a lie?"

"None of it, Lily. This is really me hiring you. I just maybe had some ulterior motives as well."

Lily stared at the brown, creamy mud inside the inflatable tub. She was at once both disgusted by Lexa's revelations, but also curious. She remembered exactly how much she truly enjoyed her adventure with Stella, and seeing it in front of her again was springing a certain urge and desire she could not suppress. She wanted to, but could she resist and walk away? "No," she said, "I don't think I want the job. And I certainly don't plan to do your little voyeur show."

"Please, Lily, I know you want to," Lexa correctly stated. "You know you want to..." again, correctly stated.

"No." A disgusted look spread across Lily's face.

"Are you sure?" Lexa asked. "You can deny it all you want, Lily, I know you liked my mud pool," Lexa said.

"Maybe I did, so what?"

"If you want to, you can come to my place and use it anytime," Lexa said. She leaned in a bit closer and continued in a quieter voice, "It will always be private, no one will ever see or hear you," Lily's face began to soften a bit, and Lexa leaned in even closer to her head and whispered in her ear, "and you can be as close to God as you want."

Lily turned to face Lexa, what was left of her disgusted look quickly faded away and was replaced with wide, begging, puppy dog eyes. "I want that," she whimpered, "please..."

"Then you can have it, sweetie. It begins right here."

"Okay." Lily stepped closer to the tub of brown clay. She removed her shoes, and her hand approached the fly of her glossy, red pants and began unbuttoning them.

"There's no need to disrobe, Lily," Lexa said, "Not yet at least, I don't want you to get too turned on right away."

"But I don't want to ruin them..."

"But I want you to. I want to see how they look as you cover your body with the mud."

"Alright..."

"And you can pick out a new pair, if you want."

Lily gave a coy nod and took her first steps into the mud bath. It was a colder than she remembered, but then again, it was heated up during her last encounter. She turned around in the knee deep mud, and sat down, facing Lexa.

"Very good," Lexa said.

Lily felt the mud with her hands, and began swirling it around, lathering it deep into her shiny red pants, just as Lexa wanted. Whatever friction the vinyl had against itself or her skin vanished immediately as the smooth mud met the smooth fabric. She was so entranced by it that the thought of what she would do for clothes once she exited the bath no longer crossed her mind. She just spread it around more and allowed it to consume her white and blue striped polo.

"Tell me, Lily," Lexa started, "what makes a girl like you - a girl so afraid to be dirty, and naughty - fall so far in love with my mud?"

Lily sighed with a bit of pleasure as the tingly sensations she discovered in the past began to reemerge once again, "I don't know... It's just so silky and smooth, and it just feels like one gigantic hug."

Lexa smiled as Lily began caressing her own body. "I can respect that. I know all to well the feelings you describe."

"You do?"

"Of course. You don't think I wallow in my own mud bath?"

Lily's attention seemed to fade at Lexa's explanation as she elected to remove her shirt and squish the mud around her torso, moaning occasionally as she got closer to her breasts.

"I want you to do something for me, Lily," Lexa said.

"Okay..."

"I want you to unbutton your pants..." Lily did as she was told, she sat up slightly, and fumbled around for the button, "...and I want you to fill them up with the mud."

Lily pulled the front of her pants open, and began scooping as much mud as she could into the crotch. Her heart began racing and her breathing increased as she felt the mud pool around her soft panties for the first time, and her legs trembled as the buttery clay fought for space between her skin and the pantlegs.

"You're shaking, sweetie," Lexa said with feigned concern, "Why?"

"Because..." Lily exhaled. She finished filling her pants and switched to squeezing them, making sure to spread all the slippery, smooth clay everywhere she could. "Doing this is making me want to do things. Certain things I know I shouldn't do."

"Like what?"

"I just want to... touch my self... in my special place. Just the way Stella showed me last time."

"Then do it, Lily. There's no judgment here. You should enjoy this mud the way you want to."
"You think so?" Lily said, shifting her body and positioning her hand over the wide open crotch of her pants.

"Absolutely, you deserve it."

"Okay..." She began stroking her clit, seemingly unconcerned that her soiled panties were hindering her access. As she rubbed herself, her body would tense up from time to time, when she had clearly found a good spot and good stroke. Occasional moans and aroused whimper emerged in rhythmic fashion, especially once her hand found its way under her muddy panties. Lexa looked on with great excitement as Lily's excitement increased to the point where she began scooping additional mud onto her body and stuffing it down permanently stained underwear. She continued to moan and squirm, but it was becoming apparent that it just wasn't doing enough for her.

"What's wrong, Lily? You look a bit discouraged," Lexa said.

"Mmmmmmhhh. It feels so good, but it just doesn't feel good enough," Lily explained. "It's not like the bubbles last time."

"I see. Maybe I can help."

"Really?"

"Really."

Lexa quickly departed from the cellar up the stairs. Her footsteps could be clearly heard through the thin floor above as she walked around the level above. Almost as quickly as she went up, she returned, this time with a vibrator in hand.

"Here, try this," She said, "It's not bubbles, but maybe it will do the trick." She smiled and passed it to Lily's desperate hands.

Lily pressed turned the dial on the wand to about a medium speed. Her general demeanor in the store previously suggested to Lexa that she didn't have any experience with such toys, but the way she wielded it and worked it against her yearning, muddy pussy would have fooled anyone. As soon as the toy began buzzing, it was as if she knew exactly what to do. She pressed it against her clit, scooping more mud around it, and it immediately began working its magic.

"Ohhhhh. God!" she exclaimed, "Yesssss."

"Is that doing it for you?" Lexa asked.

"Yes... Yes... Yessssss." Lily moaned.

"Is it better than the bubbles?"

"I don't know... But it's working... Mmmmmmmm..."
Lily turned the dial up even higher, and began writhing around even more in the clay as the toy fluttered against her pussy. Her heart began to beat faster as the vibrator brought her even closer to the edge. It took her closer and closer to her point of no return. Her eyes squeezed shut, and a weightless sensation filled her body as the toy pushed her over the final cliff, and it took two hands on the wand to keep it in place. She erupted with an intense, ear-shattering scream of delight that painted a wide, attentive grin on Lexa's face. Her work was done.

Lily reflexively tossed the vibrator on the floor away from her, and Lexa grabbed it and turned it off. She waited a moment for Lily to catch her breath.

"So how was that?"

"It was so good," Lily said, "I wish it didn't end."

"I can believe it."

"Did you enjoy watching me?" Lily asked. The question took Lexa by surprise. She replied with a bewildered gaze, to which Lily clarified, "This is what you wanted, right? To see me get muddy?"

"Yes. I enjoyed it," Lexa responded, "maybe a little too much."

"I see. But perhaps I was the one who enjoyed it too much." Lily's smile never left her face. To Lexa, it was astonishing. The way the thick, creamy clay transformed this perfect, God-fearing angel of a girl into an unapologetic muddy vixen was something she never thought possible; at least not a second time.

As soon as Lily started coming down from her high, Lexa helped her out of the tub, careful not to get any mud on herself; she still had to look presentable for the customers later, after all. She sent Lily to the slightly shady bathroom with the shower, and allowed her to get herself clean while she gathered some clothes for her to wear. Lily exited the shower and found her original white jeans she had left in the fitting room waiting for her, along with a fairly modest lingerie set, and a leather coat. A not sat on top of the pile from Lexa: I know you prefer modesty. I hope this works. Keep it all, free of charge.

Lily dressed herself and trekked back up the stairs and out to the front counter. She looked toward the front entrance and noticed that the "open" sign was now lit.

"Hey," she said, approaching the counter, "Thanks for the clothes."

"Of course," Lexa smiled.

"You're really not charging me for them?"

"Nah," Lexa said, "It's kinda my fault that you needed them anyway."

"I guess."

"You're dismissed for the day, by the way."

"Are you sure?" Lily asked.

"You've done enough for me today."

"Alright..."

"I am serious about the job though," Lexa added, "It's yours if you want it, but I can understand if you don't."

"Good to know."

"And my offer is still valid whether you take the job or not," Lexa continued, "my pool is all yours, when and if you want."

"Thank you," Lily smiled, "I'll think about it."



TWO WEEKS LATER

It wasn't exactly feasible for Lily to hide her new job from her parents. She couldn't say no to it, especially since the job allowed her certain freedoms again that her parents had taken away. To her surprise, though, they remained ignorant to the type of place she now worked. As far as they were concerned, Aphrodite's was simply a "gift shop", as Lily had put it. It was only a matter of time, though, before she would inevitably have to come clean about where she really worked. But for now, every day after school, she would arrive at the store, and go down to the shady bathroom to change out of her school clothes and into her preferred work uniform: a black tank top and red vinyl pants. And on this particular day, Lily had a different plan after work...

Lily found herself standing before the expansive jacuzzi that was filled to the brim with warm, creamy mud. She pulled her black tank top over her head and dropped her red vinyl pants around her ankles, tossing both aside onto the brick patio. She knelt down at the edge of the pool, pressed her hands together, and looked up to the blue sky.

"Forgive me, Lord, for I must sin..."