I Worked in a Tickle Supply Store: Book 1

A gay WM / BM interracial erotic romance.

I worked in a fetish supply store that specialized in tickling supplies, but it did have other common items. My boss was hands off and rarely came in unless there were checks to cash or bank drops to pick up.

My first customer – a nice-looking young black guy – asks me to help him sample a ceramic pinwheel on him in the back of the store. My boss has a padded table with leather straps hidden behind a door in his office, but I'm not sure whether it's for customer use. Regardless, the customer knows that the table's there ...

“You're going to have to strap me in,” he says.

I do what he asks and he closes his eyes. I've never used a pinwheel before. I look at the security camera and see that we're alone in the store. My only concern now is – who's going to enjoy this more? Him or me? More importantly – this strapped down man is mine for the taking. How will I control myself?

I run the pinwheel across his bare chest and he bounces up and down on the padded seat. If I do a good job, maybe he'll come here again. I realize that it's going to be a long night ...

Please note that this is a work of fiction.