DAAS at a sex shop

challenge requirements:
People: DAAS
Year: 2000
Location: Erotic Sex Shop
Words to use: vibrator, whipped cream, handcuffs, inflatable penis
Phrases to use: "Ouch","That's what you always say","Whoops"

"Over here!"

"What? Where the hell have you gone?"

"In here!"

"Fuck, I've lost Tim!"

"In here dammit!"

Rich scurried through the door. Paul glanced out on the street. "Damn, the bastard said he was following!"

He turned to Rich. "Where the hell could he have gone?"

"Looking for someone boys?" They turned to see Tim standing at the end of the small hallway at the foot of a flight of stairs, twirling the end of the fluro pink feather boa he had around, hand-cuffs dangling from his fingers.

"How the fuck did you get here so quick!" Rich hissed. Tim just grinned and shrugged.

"Come on up - they've got some totally wicked stuff!" With an evil smirk Paul grabbed Richies hand and dragged him up the stairs.

At the top of the stairs they opened a door and stepped into a room that overflowed with earthly delights. A blush plastered itself to Richies face, Paul mopped up the drool that dripped from his chin and Tim just smiled.

It was like a small department store. Wall to wall vibrators, porn magazines, sex toys galore. Paul scurried over to a shelf and picked up a large inflatable penis and ran back to Rich, and with a ninja cry, wopped him on the head. Rich cringed back.

Paul sidled up to him, holding the penis in front of him, rubbing it's head suggestively. "C'mon Rich, there'd even be stuff here for you." He pressed against Rich, the penis wedged between them. "C'mon, it's not so bad," he said and mashed his lips against Rich's.

Even Rich got caught up in the moment, wrapping his arms around Paul as their tongues went to work on each other. Suddenly there was a loud BANG!

"Whoops," Paul said sheepishly. "I think we killed it."

They broke apart, the limp penis falling to the floor. Paul grinned at Rich. "Wanna end up like that?" he asked, suggestively raising an eyebrow.

"I will! I will!" Tim interrupted, still waving the handcuffs around. He moved up behind Paul and grabbed him on the ass.

"That's what you always say!" Rich said, peeved. For once Paul wanted him and Tim had to interrupt didn't he? Fine, if that was the way it was going to be - he grabbed the hand-cuffs from Tim and cuffed his and Paul's wrists together.

"Oooh, getting kinky are we Mr StraightLaced?" Paul cooed. "What's next, leather, whips chains? Or just some good old whipped cream?"

Rich shifted. Hearing Paul talk like that to him was making him very horny. He barrelled into Paul, kissing him hard. They slammed into the wall - at least, Tim did, because he still hand his mitts on Paul's ass, thus provinding Paul with a cushion against the wall.

"Ouch!" Tim whined. "That hurt!"

But Paul and Rich ignored him, still necking like schoolkids. Paul rubbed up and down against Rich, his cock hard. There was no mistaking that.

Tim fluttered around the edges of the private little orgy the other two were on the verge of having in the middle of the shop, wringing his hands. "But I wanna join in," he said.

Giggling, the other two scurried from the shop, hand in hand, no guesses for where they were going, Tim thought, his bottom lip drooping. He had selective amnesia about the amount of times he and Paul had ran off on Richard.

"Excuse me sir," a pleasent female voice said.

He turned to face the sales woman, who held the rather sad looking penis in her hand. "I'm sorry, but if you damaged the goods, you must pay for them."

"But-but-but-"

"Policy sir."

Tim tried a different tack. He leered at her. "Do you take...eftpos?"