Further adventures of Emily and Mike (names changed). Can be read in series or standalone, background in Part 1.
Tess-O'Meter -- Amber.
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Mike and I had gone toy hunting, inspiration for some fun and games over a long weekend at the Cabin.
We had been laughing our way round the merchandise in what was basically a sex shop superstore, a few towns away from Mike, just off the I-95.
Everything from blow up sheep to dungeon equipment.
Mike had gone to ask the cashier about something when I was approached by a Greek God.
Not an actual Greek God, but this guy was like Adonis incarnate (yum!) apart from his eyes, which were cold and gave me the creeps immediately.
I had noticed him watching me for a few minutes.
He suddenly walked right into my personal space and demanded, "Dom or Sub?"
My instincts were screaming an alert, so I turned coolly, and took a slow step back before replying.
"I don't see how that's any of your business."
He moved forward again and grabbed my wrist.
"Well, if you are confused, I can help with that. I'm good at helping women learn their place."
I opened my mouth, about to teach him some manners, but instead I let out a cry as my hair was grasped viciously hard nearly ripping the roots out, and I was spun around.
Tears immediately poured down my face from the pain, which intensified as Mike shook me.
"Did I give you permission to speak?"
Even as he hissed this in my ear, Mike squeezed my shoulder twice.
This was a signal that we used to indicate okay to continue, without breaking character in our role play, but this was not okay to continue. It felt like he was scalping me.
Confused and disoriented, I stumbled as Mike pushed me roughly away.
"Go and wait by the checkout, I'll deal with you shortly."
I was too shocked to reply as Mike turned his back on me with supreme indifference and spoke to Adon-asshole-is.
"I don't allow her to speak with people without my permission, and no offense intended, but I don't share."
Wiping my cheeks with shaking hands, I saw the cashier was beckoning me to her. I walked over, not knowing what else to do, not understanding what was happening.
Something was very wrong.
The cashier looked terrified and indicated that I should hurry.
"Quick, you need to stand here, don't look around, just be quiet. Your friend is trying to convince him you are his sub, don't look."
I turned slightly to face the till and I could just see Mike continuing the conversation out of the corner of my eye.
I knew the guy hadn't taken his eyes from me, so I stayed quiet as the cashier discreetly continued, pretending to tidy stock.
"He's banned. That guy, he broke a customer's nose. He thinks all women should be submissive. He gives them a hard time if they say they are dominant. One lady, she told him that and he just punched her in the face, then started kicking her, it was horrible."
She paused as a staff member from the store next door came in and joined us, flashing a grin at the cashier, and leaning on the desk as if he had come to flirt.
"Max, thank God you're here."
"Don't worry Candice, I've got your back now. What's he doing?"
"This lady's friend got her away from him. He's trying to convince him that he is also a dominant. I'm scared Max, he tried to stab that guy remember?"
"What?" I spoke before I could stop myself and Candice, panicking, waved me down.
"Ssshhhhh. You need to stay quiet - if he suspects," she looked pale and very frightened.
"The cops are on their way, stay calm," Max reassured Candice.
"He got bail," Candice said.
"Fuckwit," Max qualified.
Candice continued to me, "I told your friend he was dangerous. He said he would get you away from him."
She paused, watching as Mike started back towards us, his face grim. Then the Arsehole-Dickhead called him.
Looking up slightly, I saw Mike, stop, close his eyes briefly, then turn back.
We all held our breath and over our thumping hearts, heard the guy say, "May I suggest this?"
He pulled something from a shelf and handed it to Mike.
"That will certainly be a good start, thank you," Mike replied, and nodding at the man, turned again, and walked back to us.
The man continued to stand watching us closely.
Max, leaning on the counter, in his 'Plumb-Job' sweatshirt, grinning at Candice.
Mike handing the object to Candice and unhurriedly taking out his wallet to pay.
Candice, nervously scanning and taking payment for what was actually an evil looking cane.
Then me. Shaking and tearful as I watched Mike pay for my punishment.
Candice slipped the cane into an art tube and Mike thanked her, before grabbing my arm and marching me from the store.
His grip loosened as we exited, and the security guard hailed us. Two police cars were just pulling up.
"Are you okay?"
Mike nodded, "Yea, but what about your cashier?"
"She's really scared," I added, gripping Mike's hand with both of mine.
The security guard, whose name tag said Bill, patted my arm.
"I know, I only went for a quick smoke. Bastard must have been watching me."
He sighed, "She'll leave, Candice. She won't stay after this. He's meant to be banned. Don't worry, she's safer with Max than with me. He's a karate instructor."
He included the police officers in the last comment, and they nodded.
"Do you need us to hang around?" Mike asked them.
"Yes, please Sir. Where's your car?"
Mike pointed it out.
"Wait there then," They requested and went into the store with Bill.
Mike threw the tube into the back of the car as we settled in.
"Are you okay?" he asked immediately.
"No," I admitted, "Jesus, I think I've lost half my hair."
Mike gently pulled my head forward and kissed my forehead, briefly running his hand over the back of my head.
"I'm so sorry. What that girl told me about him. I was terrified you would tell him you were a Dom."
We both looked over as Bill and Candice came out and headed our way.
"Her name's Candice," I reminded Mike.
Bill pulled open the back door and pushed Candice in behind Mike.
"Can Candice sit with you while we sort this?"
"Of course."
He nodded his thanks, gave Candice a quick arm rub and headed back to the store, where a third police car was pulling in.
We watched him accompany the officers inside, passing Max, who gave us a wave and headed back to his store.
"Are you two okay?" Candice asked, sniffling slightly.
We both said yes, and she thanked Mike when he handed her a bottle of water.
"I can't believe you did that," she said to him, "Walked right up to him. It was so clever, you made him respect you."
