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.
She stood up and wiggled her legs to get the panties to fall. One foot came out, and they laid on the other foot. She kicked her foot out, launching them towards me. She stood before me completely naked. She opened her eyes and looked me square in the eye, but I couldn't keep eye contact, I was exploring her body, from her pretty little face to her shaved pussy.
"You aren't quite done yet, lean back on the counter. Yes like that. Spread your legs a little more. Let me see your pussy. Yes, good. Put your hand on it. Pull your lips apart a little. Now tease your clit Just a little bit more."
I don't think she could her me anymore. Her eyes closed, moaning softly, and was only concentrating on the fingers playing with her pussy.
"HEY!" I yelled. I had another idea. "No, you need to stop no, you are not allowed to cum just yet."
"You have been out for a few days now, right?"
She nodded.
I pointed to a few things on the counter, and I grabbed a few handfulls of stuff from the shelves she had not scavenged from. Locking the front door and turning over the 'Closed' sign, I pointed for her to head towards the back room. As we went through, I turned off the main lights to the store.
Through the back of the store, by the side of the stock room, was my apartment. I pointed her to the bathroom, and came in behind her. I tossed the things I was carrying into the bottom of the bathtub, and pointed for her to do the same.
"Sit on the edge of the tub, girl."
She did so, and some the fear on her face I had seen earlier started to come back. I knew she thought I was up to no good, but I really was doing this on a whim. I knew what she needed, and what I wanted. Maybe this could work out good for both of us.
"So you said you are on the run, right?"
"Yes sir" she said meekly.
"Well I have a deal for you. You have already earned some groceries. Right now you can earn a shower and a place to stay for the night. It all depends on how bad you want to say away from the ex of yours. What do you think?"
She did not answer me, she just got up and stepped into the shower. "Master, I would like a shower. I can't be found, so if it pleases you, maybe I can work off spending the night inside."
Turning on the water to the tub, I caught a brief smile. As I unbuttoned my shirt, my mind was full of ideas. This would turn out to be an interesting night after all.
After what I felt had been long enough, I walked into the bathroom to check on her. She was still in the shower, and she was just finishing rinsing all the soap and shampoo off her, but she did not see me yet. As she was finishing washing out her hair, I was struck by how beautiful she was.
She came up to just above my shoulders, medium-length red hair, and an ass that just begged for my hands to roam all over it. Her boobs were kind of small, probably about a B-cup, but they looked great, just a bit perked up, and the way they jiggled when she moved told me they felt just the way I liked them to.
She screamed a tiny bit when she realized I was standing there watching her. She started to say something, but I cut her off. "I am just enjoying the view, you have an incredible body. And we have some unfinished business to attend to."
