This scene takes place in one of America's great national institutions. Yes, I mean the porn store, including the small indie stores as well as the mega-chains. Sacred outlets that have faithfully supplied the needs of men for decades. JMac wanders into one of these venerable shops looking for something to help him out while his girl is out of town. This guy sees more pussy than a Beverly Hills gynecologist. The hot girls he gets paired off with do stuff with him on-camera that they don't do with their boyfriends and husbands. He encounters persuasive, personable, bra-destroying salesgirl Danni Lynne. Miss Lynne could sell crude oil to Saudi Arabia, not to mention stroke magazines and rubber pussies. "I buy E-cup bras and I bulge out of them," Danni said. "Girls usually buy a bra size smaller for the push and the lift. When I go out in public, the bra stays on. Sometimes I like to draw attention. Like when I had to attend court for a speeding ticket, I wore a tits all-out dress.
