This is the story of my trip to the Riviera:
I'm on Facebook trying to be cool, although I should be reading or doing something equally intelligent, when a note on my wall reminds me that I have to go to the Riviera Adult xxx shop for homework (place Women's Studies major joke, insult, and/or confusion here).
My mind slides and I think back to my very first visit @ the Riviera. Belle*, and Green* and I drove down there, listening to The Toadies on the way. I remember sitting in the backseat like the younger sister. The power and sexual authority of the two women in the front illuminated them, and my shyness.
Green was very vocal about her needs. She never ignored the fact that we all thought about sex constantly so she figured it was best to just talk about it and be honest and open. We all lived in the same house and knew who was getting some and who was not. Belle and Green shared a room and in keeping close quarters knew how to take turns for that personal time we all need. Green needed a new vibrator, and that's why we were there.
We pulled into the shady parking lot in the back and Green greeted some gentlemen leaving as we were making our way in. She spoke to the man at the counter like they were old friends. I had never been in a sex shop before and I wasn't quite sure what sex shop etiquette was. In my mind you were supposed to look down at all times, not say anything, do not make eye contact, and go in and leave as quickly as possible with whatever purchase you made in a black bag to cover the shame. Only creeps actually hung around and browsed through the store.
Ok, so maybe I wasn't that uptight, but you can understand why a girl would be. Not all sex stores are exactly women friendly.
After long and hard debate, Green picked out the vibrator she wanted. Just a small thing you could carry in a hand bag, for the woman on the go I suppose. Belle had told me before there was a strap on device that her and her new girlfriend were considering. I couldn't imagine a bulky leather object attached to either of their slim figures. But then Belle showed me the one they liked, and I could understand the attraction to the cute set; a soft purple velvet strap with a matching purple dildo that wasn't too big.
I skimmed the vibrators. This would be my first one. And what a better time to buy it then here with my two sources of women power. At first I was nervous. I couldn't make a decision. I wished my partner was there to help me.... No, I can do this on my own. I choose an affordable slim vibrator. One that did not look like an actual penis, but was an opal color with tints of purples and pinks. I imagined my vagina like a giant doorway and this object would be the key that would unleashed vaginal orgasms on call! (Ohh how ignorant I really was).
Years later, going back to the Riviera is different. I try to arrange a threesome of Rose*, Liberty* and I which then turns into a play date for just Liberty and me. Now I am in the front seat of experience, it is her first time.
Liberty picks me up in her truck. It was a gift; the best kind. We ride with the more mellow Thievery Corporation, though the soothing beats do not match her so-called reckless driving. After two U-turns plus some lefts and rights, we finally manage to park on the street in front of the Riviera.
I've been there so many times now that nothing really shocks me, even the huge 12 inch black dildo that has more girth than my forearm (which the owner kindly informed me that they sell 2 of a week). I want to take notes in my journal, but I don't want to embarrass Liberty. We look at the map conveniently placed in the front next to the over-priced couples section and try to figure out what all the subheadings mean. After a friendly stroll through the toy section (I smile at the purple velvet strap on), we move on to the endless racks of videos. I examine the best sellers; a combination of Jenna and anime porn.
What is new on this trip is that I'm not so interested in the toys or the movies. I went straight to the magazine shelves. Trying to be more "literary" I examine over and over the Small Favors Book One collection. I want to buy the sealed book and put in behind my pillow to read when I am alone and need to focus. But I don't want Liberty to get the wrong impression.
The owner casually interrupts us now and then to give us helpful hints and stats. We ask him what ProAm means. I'm still not sure what it means, or if he really knew to begin with, as ProAm can mean a couple of things. First, the style could be amateur in that there is only one camera. But usually it means that the male talent are "pros" and the women talent are "amateurs", or new bodies. This section is reasonably large as I am aware of how many new women enter the porn industry everyday. They become disposable as there is always a new, younger girl ready to take your place. They go too fast, trying to do everything so quickly, going from my first Lesbian experience and virgin asses, to gang bangs over night. Even in the porn industy, a women needs to be a Lady to survive.
The further into the store you go, the more "hardcore" it gets. All sorts of fetish play, body parts and "ethnic" specialties. I found it interesting that the "Bi" section was only refering to male bisexulaity, as there was already an only girls section and otherwise, women are assumed to be bi at all times. Their Black Hookers series is particularly extensive, as well as the MILF games. Liberty and I continue along the whole store, picking up ones that interest us, for whatever reason, to explore the back covers.
I imagine we are on the Blind Date show. Our first date @ The Riviera would just boost their ratings as sex really does sell. What a better place for us to get to know each other and share family stories about her Catholic school upbringing and my mom who has had threesomes. The episode concludes when we go to the back viewing room where the camera cannot follow, a talk bubble pops up with Buck Angel asking us if he can cum along.
We head back towards home, chatting along the way. Liberty asks if I need to do anything else before she drops me off. I think about extending our night, perhaps a trip to Borders to see if they have any new foreign fashion magazines in, and then maybe a casual drink at The Merc, but I play it safe and say no.
I went back the next day and bought Small Favors.
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