Call Girl

This lady comes in. She's old, maybe in her sixties, looking nervous. I wait a little before approaching her since she seems to be a little uncertain. When I finally come up she looks up at me and asks me to repeat myself if she's finding everything okay. She harumphs, then turns to face me fully, smiling. "This is my first time in this store, I'm looking for a big black dildo, I don't much care for vibration. I thought I'd find it no problem, but the store is much bigger than I thought it would be." I blinked in surprise at her candor but shrugged and moved her over to the non-vibrating realistic toys. "My boyfriend wants me to get one, I have him for Valentine's this year. He's got so many girls, huh, I was lucky he wanted to spend Valentine's with me. We'll see though, I've got another guy on the side, I might not stick with this one for long." I try not to react to this sixty year old player. I don't get uncomfortable with older people coming into the store, although some of my coworkers do. Some people get unsettled by the idea that their grandparents could still be having sex. What was surprising was how upfront she was being about it, typically the older someone is the more conservative they tend to be.
I set her up with a few outfits, a big black dildo like she wanted, and few other little things. She was dropping quite a bit of money and as I was ringing her up, I found out why she was so cavalier. Addressing me and my coworker she said, "You guys are pretty sexually open individuals, right?" I smiled and shrugged, "Well, we work here." Unlike most people suspect, we're just normal people, we don't attend orgies, or screw anything that moves. Almost all of us are in committed relationships, and we aren't open to everything. For instance if someone shares sex toys with their mother, I'm still going to find that shit disgusting. But she was nice, and didn't seem like she was about to unload a hotbed of weirdness on us.
"When I was younger I used to work in a massage parlor." I was about to crack a joke about happy endings when I realized she was serious, she used to be a call girl. "I had so many boyfriends it wasn't even funny. They all paid so well, treated me nice, gave me presents. I paid my way through college, had my own car, my own apartment. It was a small town, but we were a hotbed, we were. It was a small district, but it was all very corrupt. Several of my boyfriends were in government."

She had a paddle in her purchase, as I was putting it in the bag she chuckles. "He asked me to bring that. He wants to spank me. I'm not really sure about that. At the massage parlor we had this basement, it was just like a dungeon down there. I only went down once, that wasn't really my thing. But if he wants to spank me, I'll let him spank me." Me and my coworker are increasingly wide-eyed at her. She seemed like the kind of sweet old lady a boyscout might help across the street. As she's paying she sighed and shook her head. "It really was quite hard adjusting when I gave all that up. I was used to having so much money, just ready to spend. But, well, you can't do it forever." We made all the appropriate noises and when she left the store we just stared at each other for a few moments, speechless.