“Now you’re the one apologizing again.”

“I should get back to my story. When I’m talking, I’m not thinking about fucking you,” I said.

The look on his face said it all. His brow furrowed and he swirled his glass again. He wanted me and I could have ridden him right there on the chair if I wanted. I’d won. But I wouldn’t cash in yet. He’d have to wait. I had so much more to tell him.

“So Vivi gave me the welcome package and I left the office. My meeting with the woman seemed to have opened my eyes to so many things I hadn’t noticed before walking into the center. For one, I’d never taken a look at the bulletin board that was on the wall outside the door. The listings on it seemed so natural in that setting but would’ve been absurd had they been anyplace else. I mean things like:

Wanted: Pet who has a special fondness for disco music and isn’t only willing but would absolutely love to play with my pet while jamming out to some tunes while I do nothing but watch.

Announcement: Evenings in the Park! Bring your pets to the park so they can play with each other and owners can please each other as they watch. It’ll be a frolicking good time. P.S. let’s spice it up a little and everyone bring their pets in a special, cute collar. Only pets with collars will be allowed to play.

Wanted: Very submissive owner looking for another owner who will treat him like a pet on Friday lunch breaks.

Special: Stop by the Sparkle Dentistry to have your teeth cleaned. All paid cleanings come with accompanying oral pleasure.

Special: Sally’s Salon is offering anal massages by two pets who know what they’re doing, believe us! Bring a friend and we’ll even thrown in frontal massages at the same time. One anal massage only $24.99, get two for $39.99. Remember, two comes with a front job too!

Announcement: Tupperware and all that chef stuff is totally out! You want to be pampered? Nancy’s Toys and Things will be traveling around the neighborhood again. Last year was a hoot! This year she’s bringing two of everything from the catalogue. We’re talking vibrators, larger wands, oral simulators, cock rings, dildos, strokers, bullets, and even strap-ons. If you can imagine it, it’ll be there. Give her a call if you want extra time on the tour, if not, she’ll be at your door on Wednesday the 16th.

The list went on and on covering the gigantic billboard like a collage of sexual announcements, the usual kinks, and quite a few peculiar fetishes. Everything from men wanting women to walk on them in high heels to women who liked having men pee on them. Neither were my thing although I figured it might be fun to prance around on a man’s chest in my heels from time to time, show him who’s really boss.

One man hand wrote a note asking if anyone had a potential pet for him. He said he was running out of time. What that meant, I had no idea, but he seemed desperate for a companion.

After speaking with Vivi, it was hard to imagine why anyone would need to request these things since they had pets to do it for them. Then again, having someone do something they’re clearly not into is not nearly as fun as having someone who thoroughly enjoys it. I once had a boyfriend who’d go down on me but he made it quite clear that it wasn’t his favorite thing. Like it was a chore. We didn’t last long. I hate chores.

Speaking of chores, like Vivi had said, many people in the neighborhood ran their own business. I was amazed by what I’d seen on the bulletin board. I walked a little farther down the street and saw the shopping plaza. Everything in E. Mayberry was in walking distance. It was fabulous.

Again, with the sun shining and the crisp air providing the perfect balance for a relaxed afternoon stroll, I forgot the uneasiness I’d felt earlier. My body was a mixed mess of emotions. One second I was nervous, the next I was horny, then I’d be happy, and finally I’d be simply content with how life was going.

The shopping plaza was small but seemed to include every small business needed in a self-sufficient community. It was an open air center that contained corridor after corridor of mom and pop shops all painted a comfortable peach, or maybe melon-like color. It was so warm and welcoming and even though no kids chased each other around the plaza, adults were busy taking their place.

A couple ate ice cream together, the owner and pet both looking perfectly content with life. The owner even dabbed ice cream on his pet’s nose and then leaned over and licked it off. They both laughed. Another couple held hands and swung their arms as they perused a line of clothing and shoe stores.

I stepped into what seemed to be a seriously compacted version of a department store with shelves housing everything from hardware supplies to snacks to hygiene items to sex toys. Of course there would be a sex toy aisle.

It wasn’t until I grabbed a stick of deodorant off the shelf that I realized I’d brought no money. My purse was back at the house. I hadn’t planned on spending any money. It had started out as a quick look around the neighborhood to familiarize myself with my surroundings. With no cash, I had no choice but to window shop and as I did, I saw some of the businesses that had advertised on the bulletin board back at the community center.

The beauty salon had posters up like any other place, with good looking people with fancy hairdos. I’d started at one end of the place and as I shifted my gaze to each poster, I made my way past a woman with a brand new bob cut, a man with a nicely trimmed beard, and a woman bent over, her ass up, and an attendant rubbing some sort of lotion on her asshole. That one made me laugh out loud to the point I snorted. Let me explain that again. On a fucking poster where everyone could see it, a woman was posed with her asshole up and another woman was rubbing cream on it.

“Yes, that would be an anal massage I suppose,” I said to myself as I remembered the offer on the board.

I expected to see another poster of the accompanying finger bang the woman would get if she brought a friend. Instead, the next picture was as normal as all the others and had a man and woman forehead to forehead with hot pink dyed hair.

Inside, the place was empty. The lights were on but apparently it was break time because I saw no customers and no stylists. Manicures and pedicures are two things I live for and I wondered if this place allowed such a simple but valued treasure. Would I be able to have my cuticles tidied up and my nails polished or would I need to have my pussy eaten at the same time?

I decided to try a different corridor on my way out of the plaza and I bumped right into the dentist office. Like the salon, the façade was all glass, allowing an easy peek under the hood. In a chair a man lay back, completely naked except for his socks. The dentist was a beautiful woman with her hair pulled up into a bun. She was busy cleaning his teeth while between his legs, a young, good-looking man wearing a necklace, sucked his cock.

I’ve seen so much gay love in my life that it doesn’t shock me much, but to see it going on for the world to witness, while a guy had his teeth cleaned, that was insane! The man being serviced looked over and saw me. He held up his hand and gave me a wave. The stud nibbling on the head of his cock tried to welcome me in with a wave. I smiled and shook my head before moving on.

As if all the tension and worry and doubt and pure shock had been shaken up in a can of soda and suddenly cracked open, I began to laugh. I laughed harder than Vivi had earlier. I found a bench and sat so I could wipe the tears flowing down my face. They weren’t sad tears, they were happy ones. It hit me that I hadn’t laughed like this in ages. I couldn’t remember the last time I did.

Fishing through my memories, the only completely funny thought that came to mind was one time when I’d been working with Eric.

Wow. Eric.

It was the first time since entering Erotic Mayberry that I’d thought about my ex who’d died of an overdose. That fucking monkey on his back. He was the last person to make me truly, whole-heartedly crack up with laughter. The memory threatened to spill out and I twisted the lid back on it quickly. I was too happy for that kind of depression.

But then I realized I

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