Video Mart

Disclaimer: The following is work of fiction, containing acts of consensual sex between adults at least 18 years of age.

"Katie, I'll see you in the morning. Russell, see you on Thursday, I believe?" The old man looked at Russell and Russell nodded

"Yes, Mr. Dugan. I'm in on Thursday."

"You kids mind the store tonight." Mr. Dugan always looked at Katie when he said this, like he was only talking to her. He liked her. She'd been working at his video store a long time, she was responsible and he knew he could rely on her.

"Jesus Christ," Russell said once Mr. Dugan was gone. "I thought he'd never leave. Old man was getting on my nerves tonight."

"Oh, he's alright," Katie said. "Just..." She searched for a kind way to put it. "... a little strange."

"Ha. That's putting it lightly."

Katie smirked at her coworker, scowled, but smiled just the same. Sometimes she didn't know how to respond to Russell. He was older, though she was in most ways more mature than him. He was oftentimes vulgar and sometimes downright mean, and he was a terrible worker, which usually caused Katie to work harder than she should have. He was good looking, but he was Black, and Katie hadn't known a lot of Black people growing up. Sometimes the looks he gave her made her uneasy. What was worse, he'd recently began touching her, becoming more and more bold with her. This night he didn't even let her get back to work, much as she tried.

She had a stack of movies in her arms, so she couldn't even really fend him off. He wrapped one of his lanky arms around her waist and stroked the slow curve of her hip. "Hey baby, what say we bust into the old man's secret stash? See what gets you hot."

She squirmed from his grasp. "Come on, Russell. Let's get this stuff put away."

Mr. Dugan had a backroom collection of porno the likes of which most people had never seen. There had been a couple recent occasions when Russell went back there and pulled out a movie and put it on right in the store, the big television that hung above the register for all to see. Katie always tried to ignore it, but lately she'd been more and more curious. One recent video, in fact, they'd watched a good portion of together. It was a straightforward, boy-girl number from what looked to be sometime in the eighties. Russell mostly joked about it -- about the girls' hair and the guys' mustaches -- and so Katie hadn't felt too uncomfortable then. Ever since, however, Russell had become increasingly lewd, mentioned the acts they saw as often as he could, mentioned them even in relation to Katie.

"Ooh, I see one," Russell shouted from the back room. He came out with a DVD in his hand, but Kate couldn't see what it said. Katie just wanted him to stop. For once, she actually wanted some customers to deal with, even old man Nelson, who was constantly trying to look down her shirt. She finished restocking the shelves, and when she returned to the front of the store, the movie was playing and the sign on the door had been flipped to CLOSED.

"You know we can't do that," Katie said, moving toward the door. This was the dynamic when the old man wasn't around. Russell always wanted to push the rules, for reasons she didn't understand. He would want to close early. He would want to play inappropriate content in the store. He would want to go out back and get high. She wanted to do her best job for the store. She wanted to go home proud.

Russell stepped in front of her. "Ten minutes early," he said. "No big deal. Let's get this shit put away and go clubbing. You can meet some of my friends."

Katie shook her head and rolled her eyes. "Get real." She had no interest in meeting his friends, or partaking in his lifestyle in any way. Going out to clubs had never been her style, and this summer in particular she just had too much on her plate. In the fall she'd be off to school to study medicine, and she wanted to be overly prepared.

She opened her mouth to laugh him off, but then finally noticed the movie that was playing and did not make a sound. Her mouth hung open and her hands came up in shock. She had expected something explicit, to be sure, but she had expected something like what Russell usually put on, something tame. This was anything but. This was something Katie had not seen before.

There was a roomful of people having sex in a room. Most of them were Black, and it didn't take Katie long to see that most of them were men. In fact, all but one of them were Black, and all but one of them were men. Six men, she counted, and one tiny looking white woman in the center of a whirlwind. A title came on to the screen: Young White Gangbang Sluts. Katie blushed. And yet she couldn't look away.

Katie wasn't a virgin, but she wasn't what one would call experienced, either. She knew she was cute, if not altogether gorgeous. She carried a little extra weight than some other girls she knew, but that didn't bother her much. She felt good about herself, enough so that she rarely felt a need for anything more than basic makeup, or clothes that accentuated her curves.

Another scene cut in on the first, a pale skinned, voluptuous redhead bent over the backside of a recliner, a line of muscular Black men taking turns poking her and prodding her and smacking her ass. Huge dicks, sweaty backs and curse words, thrust upon Katie's mind in the span of seconds. Man after man. Another half dozen or more.

She must have started daydreaming. Before she'd realized it, Russell had come up behind her and started lightly rubbing the gentle baby fat areas above her right hip, reaching around her, almost pulling her to him. Almost.

There was nothing she could do, the moment was upon her. Suddenly he had moved a hand to her stomach, was squeezing, still gentle. Still just teasing her. She bit her lip. She closed her eyes. He grabbed her around the waist, wrapped himself fully around her. She smelled the earthy musk of his sweat, almost strong enough to match the reek of age old grease that always seemed to waft in from the Chinese takeout place next door.

She was wet before his fingers landed, no longer gentle. Urgent.

"Yeah, baby. Fucking yeah." He grabbed her left breast, hard. She tried not to grimace but did, her eyes still closed to at least mask the brunt of the sting. She heard him frantically taking down his pants and then she felt his fingers pushing over the waistband of her jeans, fumbling with the button and zipper only for a moment.

She found herself fixated on the movie, not the screen so much, but the sound. The white girl and the group of Black guys, all hung like horses. She thought of Russell, behind her. If his cock was even a portion of the size of the guys on the screen, she didn't know how she could take it. She felt his member brushing her backside, but she could not guess it's length. Sound went in and out. What was light flashed to dark and back again. She remembered to breathe only when she was out of breath.

"Stop," she said, once. "Wait." Both words came out soft and slow and almost disconnected from her reality. She tensed as she felt his hardness behind her, the heat of him, the power. He eased into her a little bit, maybe an inch. Honestly she couldn't tell if it was an inch or three. She had been penetrated and that is what she knew. There was pain and there was numbness. "Aaaah, ahhhhhnnnnnhaa haah haah." He was going forward, only forward, and she was letting him.

His hands, strong and sinewy hands, were tight around the backs of her arms. "Oh fuck," he panted as he plunged into her, one long, steady stroke. "So tight." He leaned in, his lips close to her ear. "And so fucking sweet."

She moaned softly but did not speak. She was gritting her teeth. She felt sweat break out under her arms and between her breasts.

"Oh fuck," he continued. "Yeah Yeah. That's it, baby. Back that ass up." He smacked her ass and the echo briefly filled the store. "I love me some big, white ass."

A pair of skinny blondes was on the television, at least what Katie considered skinny, together on a mattress in a warehouse sized room. In a progression of shots the room filled up to dozens and dozens of people, all men except for the two blondes, who it seemed might have been having some sort of contest between them. Even as Russell picked up a rhythm of quick and abrasive thrusts, Katie imagined herself in such a situation, in such a room, and then she just as quickly pushed those thoughts away.

And before she could get anywhere close to warmed up, it was over. Her heart never even stopped beating fast from when he'd first touched her stomach.

Russell stopped mid-stride. "Oh, oh." His grip on her tightened. Months earlier, in one of those late night, personal conversations she shouldn't have had with him, she told him about being on the pill, about how she'd been on it to balance her cycle since she was young.

He didn't hesitate about cumming inside her. In fact he pulled her tighter to him, pushed deeper into her and held onto her as he shot load after load, until he was spent. "Holy fuck," he said, pulling out, already pulling up his pants. "That was cool, huh?"

For a few moments, she stayed as she was: her heart beating a mile a minute, her hands shaking, her mouth dry and a lump in her throat that made it impossible to swallow. Her knees were quivering. If she hadn't had the counter to lean on, she might have collapsed. She wiped her eyes before quickly pulling her pants back up around the swell of her ass and buttoning up.

They didn't say much to each other to finish the night. Katie couldn't look him in the eye. Her mind raced. The last hour of the night took forever. When they locked up, she hurried off to her car with her head down and her coat wrapped around her.

Russell.

She was shaking until she got home, until she got into bed.

Russell.

She was shaking still when she drifted off to the most relaxing and deepest sleep she'd encountered in a long, long time.

Russell.