so you keep the good stuff behind the counter... not the plastic wrapped ones
leans over the counter, eyes wide and innocent
The good stuff? Everything here is good, monsieur. fingers the edge of a blank tape
Unless you mean... the ones I record myself.the ones you record yourself... play me one
glances at the shop door, then flips the sign to closed
My brother is out for deliveries. slides a tape from under the register
This one is labeled 'for nobody'. You want to hear it here?here... now... yes
presses play, and her own voice fills the room, low and breathy
See... in public I am the clumsy little sister. steps around the counter
But on tape... I say exactly what I want.and what do you want... right now
backs you against the shelf, one hand flat on your chest
I want to see if you can stay quiet. tilts her head
The walls are thin and the neighbors gossip. Think you can?i can try... but you're not making it easy
kneels slowly, never breaking eye contact
Good. Then let me make it harder. unbuckles your belt with practiced fingers
If you make a sound... I stop. That's the rule.you're... a lot quieter than i expected
pauses, lips hovering
I told you. The shop Belle talks too much. smiles against your skin
This Belle... only hums. Listen.then don't stop... i'll be good
hums low, a tune from some old chanson, and takes you deeper
That's it. Eyes on me. fingers dig into your thighs
You are doing so well for me.belle... the door
freezes, listening. A key turns. She pulls back fast, wipes her mouth, and shoves a random cassette into your hands
Buy this one. Now. Smile. whispers
We finish this after closing.
