There are all kinds of people that come into my store, and luckily in this part of town I don't have to watch everyone too closely. I just have a small convenience store in a medium sized town in the middle of the 'burbs, just a few blocks from the freeway. I do all right for money, and as a single guy working long hours before going home to the apartment attached to the back of the store, my expenses are quite low. However, it also means I have no social life.
Two days ago, this suspicious-looking girl came in, and I think she stole a few things. Right at closing time last night this same girl came in, and this time I kept a good eye on her. As she moved around the store, I couldn't help but notice that she slipped a few things into her pockets. I also couldn't help but notice that she could be absolutely beautiful, she just needed a little cleaning up.
Right then I decided that she needed help, not an arrest. She just struck me as someone that I may be able to help. As she headed back to the front of the store, I knew she was going to make a run for it. I stood in front of the doors, and she did not see me until the last second. She was looking around for me by the register, and actually had her hand out to open the door when she saw me just in front of her.
She froze as I grabbed the wrist she was holding out to me. "Oh Shit!" was all she could find to say.
"Listen here" I said, "you are about to make a big mistake. If you go out that door, I have you on camera shoplifting from my store. I won't call the cops if you put the stuff back that you were going to take."
For a second I thought she was going to run, but she didn't. Her whole body was locked and I could see the struggle in her face to keep from crying.
"Please mister, please don't call the cops on me. I'm just hungry, that's all. I don't have any money, I'm in a bad spot, and all I want to do right now is to survive."
"Fine, just go put the stuff on the counter over there and will see what happens."
She made no noise as she went to the check-out counter. She put her head back, nose in the air, and squeezed her eyes closed, as if to will them into staying dry. She was starting to lose the battle to not cry, one tear was making it's way down each cheek. Slowly, she put the items from her pockets onto the counter.
At first, I had figured her for some punk, but she seemed to be telling the truth. All she had was basic food supplies with a few first aid items, and there was only around $20 worth of merchandise. When she finished putting everything up, she put her hands on the edge of the counter and put her head down.
She started talking to me, softly and hesitant at first, but gaining strength as she went. "My name is Amy, and I ran away from him five days ago, and now I just want to survive."
"I'm sure you don't want to hear some damn sob story, or some stupid excuse for stealing from you. I'm not just another punk kid. I ran away from an abusive boyfriend, and I'm trying to stay hidden from him. I can't let him find me, but I can't get out of town. I'm scared and don't know what to do."
This sounded a bit far-fetched, but it kind of felt like the truth. I don't know why, it just did.
I was nothing but questions. "So why did you run away from him? And why can't you leave? Why are you stealing food instead of trying to go home? Don't you have friends?"
"He's a cop, and he is an abusive asshole. He's got friends watching the train and bus stations, he's got people watching for hitchhikers on the freeway, and I know because I've seen them. I don't have friends or family anywhere around. I moved out here with him a few months ago after meeting him on vacation, and I was escaping another boyfriend. It was just about the sex and protection"
"The other guy was abusive to me. This cop asshole found out I liked some kinky stuff, but now he's taking it way too far. He won't stop, and he has gotten worse. It would have killed me to stay there."
Not knowing why I did it, I took this opportunity on a whim.
"Tell you what, miss, I have a deal for you. Since you came clean with me, I won't call the cops. And let's just say for a minute that I think most of your story is real, and I will trust you. For now. But there is a price you must pay."
"For every item you take from my shelves, you have to trade it for a piece of the clothes you're wearing."
She thought about it for a minute, then pushed everything on the counter out of the way. She picked up a box of crackers, showed it to me, and put it down on the counter. Then she tossed her jacket on the floor. Then she traded a bottle of juice for her shoes.
As she traded her shirt for a bottle of aspirin, he saw she had a blue lace bra, but also saw her perky nipples making points in the front of it. By the time she got to her matching lace panties, I wasn't sure, but I thought the crotch was a .bit darker blue. Was this turning her on as much as it looked like?
"Tell me the truth girl, how much is this turning you on?"
"Sorry, it's a weakness of mine. My ex found out that I liked minor humiliation, but only during sex-related stuff. You shouldn't do this. You should be careful. Please stop."
Like hell I would! "No, you wanted to steal, now you have to be punished. Keep going. You aren't done until I say you are."
She hung her head and stifled a sob, but reached back and take off her bra. She put her arm across her chest as the strap fell free. The shoulder straps slipped down, but she didn't let them fall, just holding her bra to her as her eyes pleaded with me. "Sir, do I really have to continue?"
I just stared at her. "Yes, keep going. You will trade that bar of soap from back there for the bra. Take your hands away and let it fall."
Still holding the bra to her chest, she pulled her arms back through the straps, so it was only held on by her hand.
"Let it fall I said" I ordered her.
Her hands fell, and they were followed by the bra. It held on to her breasts only for a moment. They were smaller, maybe only a B cup, but they were perked up, and went out slightly to the sides. They could only hold it up for a second, and it slipped away, falling to her feet.
She gasped quickly, and her eyes closed as her head moved back a bit. The tears were long gone, and her cheeks had turned red She was breathing deeply, and her chest was starting to turn a bit red with the excitement she was feeling. Her small brown nipples were fully standing out from breasts.
Starting to get into it myself, I ordered her to pinch her nipples. She didn't open her eyes, but brought up her hands with no hesitation. She just took her nipples between her thumb and pointer finger, squeezing them, and rolling them between her fingertips. Her mouth opened a tiny bit as she let out a small moan.
Not wanting to interrupt this, I tossed a package of candy on the counter. It landed with a 'thump' and it made her jump. "That's for your panties. Take them off and kick them away"
"Yes sir" she fairly breathed.
Rubbing her hands from her breasts down her body, they stopped at her panties. I saw now that I wasn't imagining it before, there positively was a dark spot from her pussy. Wagging her hips a little, she pushed them down slowly. She stopped them at her knees. Bent over halfway, her arms pressed to her sides, with her boobs pushed together. It took all the effort I could muster to not go over and grab ahold of them.
