earlier…” Don’t say it. “You need a bit of unwinding, a bit of happy.” He said it.
“ Laying the guilt trip on a little thick, aren’t we?” I huff.
“Is it working?” His eyes brighten with hope.
“ Gimme the damn dominatrix outfit,” I demand, grabbing the suit from him and heading for the dressing room. This could be a good outfit for when I’m doing those “specially requested” private dances , I muse to myself. “And you can forget about the banging me senseless portion of your fantasy.”
After a few minutes of squeezing myself into this skimpy suit and boots, I emerge from the dressing room with the leather whip corded around my wrist. Luke is lounging on one of the leather waiting benches to the side of the full length mirrors and, when he sees me, straightens up. His mouth falls open and I see lust flash in his eyes. My stomach dips at his lustful gaze and I strut forward. When he rises from the bench, I flash the whip in his direction.
“Uh, uh, uh,” I sing-song. “Stay right there, horny boy.” Luke gulps and nods dumbly as he settles back onto the bench.
I make a show of twirling on the death-trap heels; running the leather whip over my body; shaking my breasts as I bend forward and slap my ass; bending over in front of him, giving him a perfect view of my ass and my crevices; and biting the butt of the whip and sucking on it.
“You’ re evil,” Luke chokes out, the bulge in his pants evidence of his…entertainment.
“I know,” I reply with a wink as I turn on my heel to head back to the dressing room.
But, of course, there had to be something in my way. I trip over a loose hanger and fall to my knees. Stupid death-trap heels.
“ Not sexy, at all,” Luke mumbles between fits of laughter.
“ Yeah, well, this is the only time you’ll ever see me on my hands and knees,” I fire back at him as I crawl toward the doors.
“ Cold, baby, cold. But that suit is on me!” he calls out.
It takes me a little longer to undress and dress. As I emerge from the changing room, I see no sign of Luke. Where did he disappear to?
Walking over to the cashier’ s stand, I notice that it is empty as well and that there is a Be Right Back! sign hanging from the door. Shaking my head, I realize what has happened. Noises from behind a door startle me, but confirm my thoughts, and I inch toward the sounds. As I venture further into the store, I can hear grunts and squeals and muffled screams behind the door marked Staff Only.
“Luke?” I call.
Skin slapping against skin echoes louder and the grunts and groans increase.
“Luke,” I repeat, this time louder, masking a smile.
“ I’m…(grunt)…fulfilling…(squeal)…the fucking someone senseless…Fuck, this is good...portion of my fantasy,” Luke barely gets out.
My cheeks flush and I stifle my laughter. He really is a man -whore.
“Well, wrap it up!” I demand, giggling now.
“ God, shut up bitch and let the man fuck me!” the cashier shouts between moans.
If I didn’ t find this whole thing funny, I would beat her ass.
**********
“So…” Luke speaks, turning down the lyrical stylings of Hugo saying he’s got 99 problems but a bitch ain’t one. I have to say, I was afraid that he’d butcher this Jay-Z classic, but the man does his own unique thing here and I love it.
““So” …what?” I ask, eyeing him.
Luke not only took it up on himself to pay for the dominatrix outfit – that I may never wear – but he bought me lunch. I gave him a slice of my mille- feuille that he swore made him feel like coming, and now he is taking me home.
“So...that little breakdown earlier,” he mentions guardedly.
I groan, slamming my head back on the headrest. “Can we just forget about that little episode?”
“No. No we can’t,” he insists. “What happened?”
Sighing, I relent, knowing resistance is futile. “It was about Collin.”
“What about Collin?”
I turn to him in confusion. Didn’t
“ Laying the guilt trip on a little thick, aren’t we?” I huff.
“Is it working?” His eyes brighten with hope.
“ Gimme the damn dominatrix outfit,” I demand, grabbing the suit from him and heading for the dressing room. This could be a good outfit for when I’m doing those “specially requested” private dances , I muse to myself. “And you can forget about the banging me senseless portion of your fantasy.”
After a few minutes of squeezing myself into this skimpy suit and boots, I emerge from the dressing room with the leather whip corded around my wrist. Luke is lounging on one of the leather waiting benches to the side of the full length mirrors and, when he sees me, straightens up. His mouth falls open and I see lust flash in his eyes. My stomach dips at his lustful gaze and I strut forward. When he rises from the bench, I flash the whip in his direction.
“Uh, uh, uh,” I sing-song. “Stay right there, horny boy.” Luke gulps and nods dumbly as he settles back onto the bench.
I make a show of twirling on the death-trap heels; running the leather whip over my body; shaking my breasts as I bend forward and slap my ass; bending over in front of him, giving him a perfect view of my ass and my crevices; and biting the butt of the whip and sucking on it.
“You’ re evil,” Luke chokes out, the bulge in his pants evidence of his…entertainment.
“I know,” I reply with a wink as I turn on my heel to head back to the dressing room.
But, of course, there had to be something in my way. I trip over a loose hanger and fall to my knees. Stupid death-trap heels.
“ Not sexy, at all,” Luke mumbles between fits of laughter.
“ Yeah, well, this is the only time you’ll ever see me on my hands and knees,” I fire back at him as I crawl toward the doors.
“ Cold, baby, cold. But that suit is on me!” he calls out.
It takes me a little longer to undress and dress. As I emerge from the changing room, I see no sign of Luke. Where did he disappear to?
Walking over to the cashier’ s stand, I notice that it is empty as well and that there is a Be Right Back! sign hanging from the door. Shaking my head, I realize what has happened. Noises from behind a door startle me, but confirm my thoughts, and I inch toward the sounds. As I venture further into the store, I can hear grunts and squeals and muffled screams behind the door marked Staff Only.
“Luke?” I call.
Skin slapping against skin echoes louder and the grunts and groans increase.
“Luke,” I repeat, this time louder, masking a smile.
“ I’m…(grunt)…fulfilling…(squeal)…the fucking someone senseless…Fuck, this is good...portion of my fantasy,” Luke barely gets out.
My cheeks flush and I stifle my laughter. He really is a man -whore.
“Well, wrap it up!” I demand, giggling now.
“ God, shut up bitch and let the man fuck me!” the cashier shouts between moans.
If I didn’ t find this whole thing funny, I would beat her ass.
**********
“So…” Luke speaks, turning down the lyrical stylings of Hugo saying he’s got 99 problems but a bitch ain’t one. I have to say, I was afraid that he’d butcher this Jay-Z classic, but the man does his own unique thing here and I love it.
““So” …what?” I ask, eyeing him.
Luke not only took it up on himself to pay for the dominatrix outfit – that I may never wear – but he bought me lunch. I gave him a slice of my mille- feuille that he swore made him feel like coming, and now he is taking me home.
“So...that little breakdown earlier,” he mentions guardedly.
I groan, slamming my head back on the headrest. “Can we just forget about that little episode?”
“No. No we can’t,” he insists. “What happened?”
Sighing, I relent, knowing resistance is futile. “It was about Collin.”
“What about Collin?”
I turn to him in confusion. Didn’t
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