In the Shop Part one

In the city I go to a certain street, in broad daylight. Maybe get some comics, magazines.
Because this is a city shop it's hip and laidback and urban. Split it into different sections. You wander up some stairs and as you pass the long galleries and counters you gradually ascend, like walking uphill, till you've reached the very summit of the backwall of the shop.
Near the glass frontdoor as I roam idly in I see a sour-faced little goth girl who wrinkles up her nose at me in disgust. Shorn hair under an anonymous beanie hat, one eye swollen from an infection from being plastered in out-of-date make-up. T-shirt says "chaos". Short trousers and stripy tights beneath, beetlejuice-style. I know her vaguely. I glance at her but she acts like I'm not there. I am being sent to coventry.
So I pass by quickly and continue on, ever upwards into the shop.
In this shop can be seen comics and magazines and DVD's and items of clothing. Bored dishevelled boys or girls at dark counters, the floorspace is long and narrow. I pass by the comics and I head for the adult section.
The adult section is run by gangsters, quite plainly. There lurks a whitehaired, grimfaced geezer in a sharp suit. Looks at me dangerously, obviously a proprietor. Also a couple of girls in there, tall and vulgar, awed and giggling at all the filth, wide-eyed curiosity hidden behind amused disgust. Normal girls.
And I look at the DVDs and DVDs and DVDs. Because the market has diversified and the filth has abundantly proliferated. Look at the categories: girl on girl inter-racial college girls the gonzo stuff older women big tits. All specialisms luridly competing. At the cheaper and softer end of the market, I view the ripoff titles, a pink-white DVD cover, some random wife shot from below, unlovely face turned away, gripping her pendulous breasts. But now that the market for natural flesh has developed, quality can be found: This beautiful model, Mediterranean, trussed up in a tight basque, white-toothed and spread-legged; this voluptuous Welsh girl, her abundant flesh held balanced in a bra; this English girl-next-door, with enormous breasts, two huge soft slabs of flesh overpowering her chest. Next to the boxed dildoes in excitingly-coloured boxes, are the solo DVDs where the dildoes are put to use. In a glass case nearby, buttplugs and metallic lovebeads. Near the shoddy and soft-lit backwall of the store, near the fire exit.