Lost in a Strange Bookshop

Transcript

**rain and thunder** **bell rings** **thunder** Welcome. Whoa! Hey! Careful! You might knock something over! **sigh** Are you alright? What, uh.

.. What was what? Voice! Uh.

.. I said hello. That's.

.. that's all I heard. Are you okay? Alright, just.

.. Just try not to be so. ..

so jumpy. The bookshelves are stable, but. ..

They aren't really built to be bumped against like that. You look a little lost. I take it you've never been here before.

No. Most of the customers are regulars at this point. I can recognize all their faces.

Did the storm drag you in? Don't worry. I don't mind at all.

I won't kick you out if you're just trying to get out of the rain. But! While you're in here, please feel free to take a look around.

I know that it looks like just another bookshop, but. .. I think you'll find it a bit more interesting than that.

Ahaha! Uh. ..

Unique is a word you could use for it. I know that every. ..

well, most bookstores have a unique feel to them. The big chain branch is not so much because they're just another part of the corporate life and lack that personal touch, but. ..

Anyways, this one in particular takes my heart. Which, of course, is a biased opinion. But I still love it.

I do indeed own it, actually. Bookstores don't make much money these days, but I wasn't about to let that stop my passion. But enough about me.

Having picked a bookstore instead of the fast food joint next door, I assume you must be a reader. Huh. Well, uh.

.. Do you have any favorites? Series, maybe? Or a genre that kind of stands out more than the rest? Oh.

Medieval fantasy, huh? Well. ..

Are you open to suggestions? Ahaha. Of course, don't worry.

No pressure. But feel free to walk around all you want. I'll be right here.

Oh? Yes? Find something? Oh.

Don't worry, it's, uh. .. A lot of people get turned around in here.

You're not alone. So many shelves in such a small space, you wouldn't think of it as a labyrinth until you're actually inside trying to walk around. Did you find the section you were looking for, though? No? You want me to take you there? Okay, it's not a bother, but.

.. Suit yourself. Like I said, there's no pressure.

Take all the time you need. I'm not going anywhere. Next time, don't lie.

Oh, I do like medieval fantasy quite a bit. Yeah, whatever. Bet you only read the smutty ones, too.

If you read at all. What? What are you doing back here already? Well, yeah, no shit it's weird.

What did you do? Turn right back around? You look like you haven't moved an inch.

What's wrong with you? Excuse me? What's wrong with my shop? What do you mean? This is the best damn bookstore there is.

You just can't make up your mind. What do you mean, what do I mean? I meant what I said.

You keep getting turned around and end up back here because you're turned around in your head. If you could just think straight for like half a minute, you'd have a book already and be happily turning pages. Yeah, I know you can't find any books.

Like I said, you keep going down the same aisle and ending up here because you can't even think of a book. You know what? Fine.

I thought I was speaking your language, but clearly not. Follow me. I guess I'll just have to show you what I mean.

Yeah, down the same aisle. I know that's the one you've gone down and ended up back here. Twice now, actually.

It's insulting. So, come on. All right, so, obviously, right away, there's a few books.

But these aren't the ones interesting to you. So, we're just going to keep walking. And.

.. What? This is literally the aisle you were standing in.

You know for a fact it's the same one you walked down twice. Oh, but it never had an intersection before. Of course it didn't have an intersection before.

Like I said, you wouldn't even pause to think. Why would there be more options available to you if you wouldn't even consider them? Oh, what am I talking about? You know what? All right.

Go ahead. Go ahead. Go ahead.

Pick a direction. Pick one. Left, right, or screw it.

Even straight ahead. Go on. Choice is yours.

Yeah? All right. Straight on it is.

Gods, you are so twitchy. What? What? What? What is it now? What? What don't you get here? I know.

I know that's not the front desk ahead. You chose to go forward. Not backwards towards the entrance.

I. .. Oh, you are so dense.

I already said, you kept ending up back at the front because you couldn't think. Now that I've taken the lead, you're actually letting your mind wander while you blindly follow. So voila, choice presented itself and you picked.

Now, here we are. Oh, I'm going to be here all day, aren't I? I.

.. Oh. Hey.

I was right. About your reading preference. Medieval smut.

What am I talking. .. On the shelves, all around us.

You have eyes, don't you? I know the brain is questionable, but it at least looks like you can see. This is medieval smut, right? I'm not suddenly illiterate after a lifetime of reading and writing.

Am I? All right. Glad we can agree on one thing.

Though, with reading so much about magic, I really thought you'd warm up to the idea a little bit faster. Well, everyone's different, I suppose. I mean, these books, these books right here, are the kind of books you read when you do read.

Right? I haven't totally lost my touch. Oh, no.

I'm, uh. .. I'm well aware you were asking about the magic.

I just decided it's time to change topics. You read this. That is a fact.

That's what I was talking about. Uh. ..

Actually, this one, this one right here, this one in particular, was your childhood favorite. Oh, what a name. God, you must have been a wild child.

Huh? Oh, I, uh. ..

I didn't know. I don't know you. It's on the label.

It says right there, childhood favorite. I'm clever, but hell, I'm not that lucky. That'd be, that'd be an insane guess.

What kind of a label is that? That's, that's for you. That's your label.

This isn't just any kid's favorite book. That'd be, that'd be really messed up. This thing's pretty dark, too.

You must be into some fun stuff. But, uh, no, this, this is your childhood favorite. I mean, if you don't believe me, what about that one? That's the next book in a long series that you've been meaning to read.

It is better than this, I'll give you that much at least. Oh, that's fun. Over here it looks like we've got the strange one that your friend suggested to you, but you're never going to read.

Can't say I blame you either. Fish people just aren't attractive. Oh, no.

I feel like I shouldn't even point it out, but we also have your mom's book that you accidentally read a page of, and it both scarred you for life and shaped your fantasies more than you'd like to admit. Wow, what a mouthful. Probably literally too.

Well, let's see, where do you want to begin? Huh? What do you mean, what is this place? I thought I told you as soon as you walked in.

This is my bookshop. I told you it was unique, didn't I? Things I wish my ex had done to me.

Okay, yikes. Let's skip that one for now. Huh? How? You know, looking at these books, I feel like you really shouldn't be questioning things like this.

Haven't you read enough about them? Your fantasy of being hunted by a werewolf and bred like his bitch. What a title.

Looks like someone likes pointy teeth and big strong, well, beasts. Huh? Stop.

You mean, you don't want to read this? You haven't even tried this one yet. They are specifically for you.

You'll love them once you get started. Why are you so hesitant? Look, this one is about you, uh, being ruined by.

.. Oh. Well, that's, uh, that's different.

I'm not sure I've ever seen myself in a book before. By the strange shop owner who has you cornered. I.

.. didn't realize that was on your mind. Ah.

Ha. Ha. Ha.

Ha. Ha. Ha.

Ha. Ha. Ha.

Ha. Ha. Ha.

Ha. Ha. Ha.

Ha. Ha. Ha.

Ha. You poor thing. That's the purpose of this place.

It knows what you want. And lets you take it. This book is a little too specific about the male character to be.

.. Well, anyone but me. Right now.

And right here. You really do like being choked, don't you? Ha.

Ha. Ha. Stop what? Ha.

Ha. Ha. Ha.

Oh dear. Are you embarrassed? Would you like to just take the book and go? Because reading these fantasies of yours, that doesn't seem quite right.

Ha. Ha. Ha.

Ha. Ha. Ha.

Just put it down, huh? Are you sure about that? Because in this paragraph, it certainly seems like you like to be humiliated just a bit.

Not terribly so, but you want to be called out for being the horny slut that you are, don't you? Doesn't it make it better to know that you're not really in private right now? That at any second, someone could walk in and hear me describing all of your terrible fantasies.

Now that wasn't really a question, because I already know the answer. But your expression and thrilled silence really just confirm that. Thrown up against the wall, her bare body feeling the initial chill of the cool bricks on her tender tits before being overcome with heat from the body pressing into her from behind.

Oh, and it just goes on and on. Spanked, gagged, your hair pulled, spitting in your mouth, leaving you a wet, sobbing, shaking mess on the floor by the time he Sorry, by the time I am done. And yet you look up and beg me for more.

What a wild little thing you are. Alright, alright, I can set the book down. It really just frees up my hands anyway.

Now that I know what you want me to do with them. I didn't think it was possible for you to blush more, but I can see that I'm wrong. You really do like that idea, don't you? Oh, that's such a shy little nod from someone who wants their cunt abused till they can't walk anymore.

If this book didn't tell me otherwise, I might even think you weren't a whore in disguise. But it did, and now I know just how badly you want that to be my whore. Oh, no, no, no, no looking at the floor after that comment.

Chin up. There. You have a lovely jawline, you know that? It looks perfect for biting.

You can't hide those beautiful eyes from me. How else would you be able to see what I'm about to do? There.

Isn't that a little better? The way your legs just start to drift apart more and more the further down my hand goes. It certainly seems like it.

Still no words? You like this a little too much, don't you? Cornered by a stranger you're back up against.

Well, a bookshelf, not a wall, but close enough. Watching his hand slowly start to slide under the seam of your pants. Feeling my fingers trace along your smooth skin.

Knowing that we have all the time we want.