[M4F] Script: You Get Lost in a Strange Bookshop (Parts 1, 2, &3)

Part 1: Alt name: You get lost in a strange bookshop

*rain falling, running footsteps, then a door opens and a bell sounds. Door closes, and rain begins to fade (haha, Fade..this will make sense later), and is greeted with the sound of distant clocks ticking.*

*strange whispers* Welcome.

Woah! Hey, careful, you might knock something over! … Are you alright?

What uh…. What was what? The voice? Uhmm… I said hello, but, that’s all I heard. Are… are you okay? Alright, just… try not to be so jumpy. The bookshelves are stable, but they aren’t built to be bumped against.

*chuckle* You look a little lost. I take it you’ve never been here before? *laughs* No, most of the customers are regulars at this point; I can recognize all their faces. Did the storm drag you in? *laughs again* Don’t worry, I don’t mind at all. I won’t kick you out if you’re just trying to get out of the rain, but while you’re in here, please, feel free to take a look around. I know it looks like just another bookshop, but I think you’ll find it a bit more interesting than that.

[It looks…. Very cozy, and unique.]

Ahhhh, unique is a word you could use for it. I know that every… well, most bookstores have a unique feel to them. The chain branches, not so much, because they’re just a part of the corporate life, and lack the personal touch, but, anyway… This one, in particular, takes my heart, which is a biased opinion, of course, but I still love it.

[Do you own it?]

I do indeed own it, actually. Bookstores don’t make much money these days, but I wasn’t about to let that stop my passion. But, enough about me; having picked a bookstore instead of the fast-food joint next door, I assume you must be a reader?

[Oh, a little bit here and there.]

*unconvinced humph* Well, ah, do you have any favorites? A series maybe? Or, a genre that stands out more than the rest?

[Well, I do like medieval fantasy quite a bit.]

Oh? Medieval fantasy, hmm? Well… ah, are you open to suggestions?

[I think I’ll just browse around first, but thank you.]

*soft chuckle* Of course, don’t worry, no pressure. Feel free to wander around all you want; I’ll be here.

(Hums “sleep demon” song into, aka: Fade’s theme. Various flipping pages, maybe some more sound effects)

Oh? Yes? Find something?

[What? I uh, I thought… I guess I got turned around]

Oh *chuckles* don’t worry, it’s uh… well, a lot of people get turned around, you’re not alone. So many shelves in such a small space, you wouldn’t think of it as a labyrinth until you’re inside.

Did you find the section you were looking for? No? Would you like me to take you there?

[Erm, no thank you, I don’t mean to bother you.]

It’s not a bother, but suit yourself. There’s no pressure, take all the time you need.

*huff, then quieter* And next time don’t lie.

*mocklingly* “Oh, I do like medieval fantasy quite a bit,” yeah, whatever. I bet you only read the smutty ones, if you read at all.

What?! What are you doing back here already? Well yeah, no shit it’s weird. What did you do, turn right back around? You look like you haven’t moved an inch, what’s wrong with you?

[What’s wrong with me? What’s wrong with this place?]

Excuse me? What’s wrong with my shop? What do you mean? This is the best damn bookstore there is, you just can’t make up your mind!

What do you mean “What do you mean?” I meant what I said. You keep getting turned around and end up back here, because you’re turned around in your head. If you could just think straight for half a minute, you’d have a book already, and be happily turning pages.

[I can’t find any books! I just keep walking down the same aisle, and end up back here!]

Yes, I know you can’t find any books! Like I said, you keep going down the same aisle and ending up here because you can’t even think of a book.

You know what, fine! I thought I was speaking your language, but clearly not! Follow me. I guess I’ll have to show you what I mean.

Yes, down the same aisle. I know that’s the one you’ve gone down, and ended back up here. Twice now, actually. It’s insulting. So, come on.

Alright. So, obviously, there are some books, but these ones aren’t interesting to you. So, we’ll keep walking, and…

[Wait]

What?!

[This isn’t the way I went last time.]

This is literally the isle you were standing in. You know for a fact it’s the same one you walked down twice.

[But, it never had an intersection before…]

“Oh, but it never had an intersection before.” Of course it didn’t. Like I said, you wouldn’t even pause to think. Why would there be more options available to you, if you wouldn’t even consider them?

What am I talking about? You know what, alright, go ahead, pick a direction. Right, left, or screw it, even straight ahead. The choice is yours.

[What? Ah, straight?]

Straight on it is, then. Gods, you are so twitchy.

[Wait!]

*groan in agony* What! What, what is it now? Wha….. What don’t you get here? I know that’s not the front desk ahead. You chose to go forward, not back towards the entrance.

I… Oh, you are dense. I already said. You kept ending back up at the front because you couldn’t think. Now that I’ve taken the lead, you’re actually letting your mind wander while you blindly follow, so, voila, a choice presented itself, and you picked. Now, here we are.

[Are you saying the bookshop changes?]

*sigh* I am going to be here all day, aren’t I? I - Oh uh, hey, I was right.

[What?]

About your reading preference. Medieval smut.

[What are you talking about?]

On the shelves. All around us. You do have eyes, don’t you? I know the brain is questionable, but, it at least looks like you can see. This is medieval smut, right? I’m not suddenly illiterate after a lifetime of reading and writing, am I?

[What? Well… I… Yeah, it looks like it.]

Alright, glad we can agree on one thing. Though, with reading so much about magic, I really thought you’d warm up to the idea a bit faster. Oh well, everyone’s different I suppose.

[What do you mean?]

I mean, these are the kind of books you read, when you do read, right? I haven’t totally lost my touch.

Oh, no, I’m well aware you were asking about the magic, I’ve just decided it’s time to change topics. You read this, that’s a fact, that’s what I was talking about.

Uuuh, actually, this one, in particular, was your childhood favorite. *laughs* Oooh, what a name. You must have been a wild kid.

[What? Wait, what the fuck, how did you know?]

Huh? Oh, I… I didn’t know. It’s on the label, it says right there. “Childhood favorite”. I’m clever, but, Hell, I’m not that lucky. That’d be an insane guess.

What kind of a label is that? That’s for you. That’s your label. This isn’t just any kid’s favorite book. That’d be really messed up, this thing’s pretty dark too - you must be into some fun stuff. But, ah, no, this is *your* childhood favorite.

I mean, if you don’t believe me, what about that one? That’s the next book in a long series that you’ve been meaning to read. It is better written than this, I’ll give you that much at least.

Oh! That’s fun; over here it looks like we’ve got “the strange one that your friend suggested to you, but you’re never going to read”. Can’t say I blame you either. Fish people just aren’t attractive.

Oh nooo *laughs silently* I feel like I shouldn’t even point it out, but we also have “your mom’s book that you accidentally read a page of, and it both scared you for life and shaped your fantasies more than you’d like to admit”. What a mouthful. Probably literally, too.

Well? Where do you want to begin?

Huh? What do you mean ‘what is this place’? I told you as soon as you walked in; this is my bookshop.

Part 2: The sexy part

I told you it was unique, didn’t I?

“Things I wish my ex had done to me,” okay, yikes, let’s just skip that one for now.

How? You know, looking at these books, I feel like you really shouldn’t be questioning things like this; haven’t you read enough about them?

“Your fantasy of being hunted by a werewolf, and bred like his bitch” *chuckles* what a title. Looks like someone likes pointy teeth, and big strong… well, beasts.

Huh? Stop? You mean you don’t want to read this? You haven’t even tried this one yet. They are specifically for you, you will love them once you get started. Why are you so hesitant?

Look, this one is about you “being ruined by….” Oh. Well, that’s… different. I’m not too sure I’ve ever seen myself in a book before. “By the strange shop owner who has you cornered.”

I… didn’t realize that was on your mind.

*laughs wickedly* You can lie to me all you want, but if the redness in your cheeks didn’t already give the truth away; these pages don’t lie, you poor thing. That’s the purpose of this place; it knows what you want, and lets you take it. This book is a little too specific about the male character to be… well, anyone but me… right now… and right here.

*flipping pages* You really do like being choked, don’t you?

Stop what? *laughing more* Oh dear, are you embarrassed? Would you like to just take the book and go? Because, reading these fantasies of yours, that doesn’t seem quite right.

*chuckles* Just put it down, huh? Are you sure about that? Because, in this paragraph, it certainly seems like you like to be humiliated a little bit. Not terribly so, but, *chuckles* you want to be called out for being the horny slut that you are, don’t you? Doesn’t it make it better, to know that you’re not really in private? That, at any second, someone could walk in, and hear me describing all of your terrible fantasies. *chuckles* Now, that wasn’t really a question, because I already know the answer, but your expression and thrilled silence really just confirm that.

“Thrown up against the wall, her bare body feeling the initial chill of the cool bricks on her tender tits *chuckle* before being overcome with heat, from the body pressing into her from behind,” Oh, and it just goes on and on. Spanked, gagged, your hair pulled, *laughs* spitting in your mouth, leaving you a wet, shaking, sobbing mess on the floor by the time he… sorry, I, am done, and yet you look up and beg for more. What a wild little thing you are.

Alright, alright, I can set the book down. It really just frees up my hands, anyway, now that I know what you want me to do with them.

*chuckles* I didn’t think it was possible for you to blush more, but I can see that I’m wrong. You really do like that idea, don’t you?

*laughs* That’s such a shy little nod, from someone who wants their cunt abused till they can’t walk anymore. If this book didn’t tell me otherwise, I might even think you weren’t a whore in disguise. *chuckles* but it did, and now I know just how badly you want that; to be my whore.

*chuckles* Oh no. No looking at the floor after that comment. Chin up… there *chuckles, and nice sigh* you have a lovely jaw line, you know that? It looks perfect for biting. *laughs* You can’t hide those beautiful eyes from me. How else would you be able to see what I’m going to do to you.

*bite/kiss noise* Isn’t that a little better? *laughs* The way your legs… just start to drift apart, more and more, the further down my hand goes, it certainly seems like it. *chuckles* Still no words? You like this a little too much, don’t you? Cornered by a stranger, your back up against… well, a bookshelf, not a wall, but, close enough. Watching his hand slowly start to slide under the seam of your pants, feeling my fingers trace along your smooth skin, knowing that we have all the time we want, because it’s just us here.

(Door opens and bell rings, two people muffled talking) Oh *laughs* Maybe it’s not just us here. Now, I really should go help the other customers, but I feel like I’m a little preoccupied, don’t you think? You certainly don’t want me to stop.

*laughs, and then whispers* Oh, what was that? Did you just whimper? I’m sure you can feel that I’ve finally found my way to that little clit of yours. But the way you cover your mouth, are you worried about being heard? But you’re still not asking me to stop. If anything, it feels like you’re trembling a little more. Do you like that so much then? The thrill of knowing you could be caught at any minute?

Well don’t worry. I won’t stop. Not with how terrible wet you are down here. In fact, if anything… I think those pants must be getting a little uncomfortable, don’t you? Plus, while you don’t really seem bored with my fingers, that book wasn’t about me rubbing your delicate lips the whole time, was it?

*Laughs* Oh? I didn’t even ask you to turn around, but you just can’t wait, can you? Well, I won’t complain. But, you do know *zipper noise* looking through the bookshelf like that, you might see the others walking around. Or does that just make it better? Make you *grunts* feel like even more of a slut. - Fuck, you’re so tight and wet. - Hmm? *chuckle, and grunts continue* Watching people go about their normal life, while you get fucked in plain sight? Let’s hope they’re not looking for this section; I don’t think either of us would be able to get dressed quick enough.

*laughs* Maybe I should keep talking about that. Did you know your cunt throbs and tightens every time I mention that? (talking fades in a little bit, with faint footsteps)

*very close now* Oh? Was that a moan? Are you starting to make noises now? But they’re so close, you do know they’ll hear you if you make a sound. *chuckle* It’s okay.  If you can’t hold it back, then I’ll help you. But, you better hold onto that shelf a little harder, because if I’m going to cover your mouth, I can’t make it too easy, can I? And, I’ll need a better grip too, so it’s a good thing I know you like your hair getting pulled.

*chuckle* Careful. Just because I’m clamping that mouth closed doesn’t mean that my hand can’t slip at any minute. What would you do then? I can feel your breaths, your legs are shaking, if I even part my fingers, I wonder just how loud that moan would be.

*getting more rough* Do you want me to find out? I can feel that cunt tensing more and more around my cock. You’re getting pretty close, aren’t you? *chuckle* I bet that will be a hard gasp to hold in, if I let go at the right moment. I wonder if you’d even care though; look at yourself. You’re not even recognizable from the shy, quiet girl that was in here before. No, you look like you were built for this, weren’t you? My own stress-relief fuck-toy? You like feeling my hips slam into yours, pushing you back up against the bookshelf each time? The way I hold your head back as I pull your hair? Maybe you’d like it even more if I just put my fingers in your mouth, instead of trying to cover it, hmmm? Won’t that work just as well? That’s it, slut, if you suck on them, you won’t be able to moan.

*Sike! Actually makes me moan more* Fuck, that’s it, good girl. *chuckle* You really like something in your mouth, while you’re getting fucked from behind, don’t you? I’ll remember that, don’t worry.

*footsteps get closer again, oh no! Sweet fucking jesus, please say I can find sound effects for that, and don’t have to just… “imagine” all of it*

*Congrats, Jasper, you played yourself. Footsteps are the fucking bane of sound effects*

Ah… fuck. If you keep bouncing back onto me like that, you’re going to make me cum. *more grunts and moans* Is that what you want? You don’t want them to hear you, you want them to hear me? Hear how good your pussy feels? How you make my cock twitch, and… fuck, fill you with cum?

You really like that, don’t you? Fuck. I can still hear those whimpers, that’s it. Come on, be a good girl. If you want me to cum in you, show me just how badly you want it

*improv till finish*

*eventually voices fading out the door*

*Amused chuckle* Well shit… I hope they didn’t leave cause they heard us.

Ah… oh *laughs* the book was right about you ending up a hot mess on the floor, wasn’t it? Are you okay? It looks like your arms got scratched on the wood. You’re sure? Alright.

Well… if you are okay, then… are you also open to book suggestions?

Part 3: SFW

*laughs* Sorry, I had to.

Ahhh, finally catching on, hmmm? Yes, the shop itself does make suggestions. What am I here for? Well, someone has to fuck the visitors, right? *haha, funny joke*

No, no, that was ah… not the usual. Or, ever. But, someone does need to be here to watch the place, and check people out.

Though, speaking of suggestions, I would guess you got your fill *chuckles* because these titles are a lot more… tame, than the ones before. But, if I had to guess, they’re probably still filled with smut; you seem like a very…. Uh, hungry, reader.

Are there any that you like? That’s… What else would be the point of having a magical bookstore, if it only gave you books that you… kind of enjoyed? Of course there’s books that you’d like. Unless you start lying to me, you should like all of them.

I mean, come on, this one is literally the first book from your favorite series. It’s been so long since you’ve read it, you can’t remember half of the thing; it’ll be rediscovering that world you loved so much, all over again.

*laughs* Huh, yeah, the title is very familiar, isn’t it? It was written for adults though, so you’ll probably enjoy it even more than you did before.

It is hard to choose, I know. Don’t think about it too hard though; it’s not like you’re going to read the last book of your life. You have plenty of time, you can always come back. Actually, I would hope you do, but, that’s up to you of course. So, go ahead and just grab one.

Hmm? What about which one? Oh, aha, that is a book, do you want…. Wait, I’m sorry, what? What did you just say? The Curse of…. Ah, huh… That ah, that doesn’t really fit with the rest of the books here. It’s more horror, than it is fantasy. I think someone put that back in the wrong place.

*getting more concerned* I’m sure it does sound interesting… but ah, that’s not really the kind of book you wanted, right?

Ah, yes, the shop does show you the books you want… but like I said, someone probably put that back in the wrong spot.

I don’t care if that’s possible or not. Put the book back. You don’t want that one. No, here just hand it to… don’t walk away, please. I don’t… I don’t mean to get upset, I’m sorry, but you can’t have that book.

Why? It’s… It’s different. It wasn’t meant to be on the shelves. It’s mine, and I don’t mean the shop’s, I mean my book, it belongs to me. So please, give it back.

Don’t…. Don’t run. Oh, fuck you… *audio fades*

Boo! *audio cuts back*

*mockingly* Oh dear, I know you were just walking away from me, how did I suddenly appear in front of you? How did the owner of this strange magical shop suddenly become magical himself?

Now, give me my fucking book!

Stop, you *angry reee as audio fades*

Listen! *audio quickly comes back* I… I don’t want to do anything to you that you don’t want, but until you let that book go, I’m not letting you find the entrance of the store. Do you understand that? You’re stuck. Just, give it back, and you won’t be, okay?

I told you what’s special about it, it’s mine!

*pages start ruffling*

What…. What are you doing? What do you mean, you’re finding out what’s so special about it? You’re… oh fucking shit, you’re going to try to read it. *voice distorts, and whispers begin* Don’t! Okay. Listen, I know this is all very exciting and new, right? A magical shop that gives you the books you want so badly, but when someone who knows what they’re talking about tells you not to fuck with something you know nothing about, you listen, right?

Stop! How can you read and run at the same time, what the fuck? You couldn’t even stand a minute ago! You weren’t faking that, were you? Slow down, holy shit, give me my damn book back!

<whispers> You were on a boat *distant ocean noises*, set for a new land. You wanted to leave your life behind, no matter what it took. You sold all your belongings, you burnt all the bridges. Nothing was left for you, but a new life.

Weeks passed, and a storm blew in *distant storm noises*. The captain grew worried you were off course. The storm lasted for days. Rumors began to spread on board. Then, one day, a cry of hope was heard, as another ship came into view. The cries stopped, when the white skull on the flag broke through the fog. There were explosions. Screams. Your vision was blurry, but you knew people were dying.

Then, the ship cracked, and the floor gave way under your feet. Your last memories were of the water around you, as you began to sink.

Congratulations. You are a fucking idiot.