Authors Note: Taking every ones POV to heart, I pulled Sarah and her perspective out of the story and made her own chapter. Though mostly a boring recap in my mind, it is a much needed chapter with some added flair. Too much to put in the previous chapters and too little as a chapter of its own, is my thought. Combining it with the next chapter was too big but had to be told now because it is a small key piece as the story unfolds.
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Here I am, Sarah Lane, college graduate with a degree in economics. I thought I could go out and conquer the world once I had my degree. Such a laugh, nobody was hiring. The best I could do was this job in an upscale jewelry store. I have done well working here for a year and a half, promoted to assistant manager. Then again it isn't hard if you stick around and work hard and have a knack with people. I did get job interviews after a while, but nothing that struck my fancy to tell the truth. Maybe I was already happy in my own little world.
I have my own little apartment I share with my boyfriend and an old car which has served me well over the years. Boyfriend, live in lover, whatever, he was great when we first met. It just hasn't gotten any better in the relationship department. Is that what happens in life? You get to a heightened point then nothing but the boringly mundane rut day after day. The last six months, a walk through the park together holding hands would be a simple glorious romantic gesture. He would rather watch Sports Center than have anything to do with me. It just looks like he has found somebody else. I don't know how, he rarely leaves the TV when home it seems. Then again, there is the girl over in apartment 4B he seems to ogle out of the corner of his eye when he thinks I am not watching. What does she have that I don't? Other than those whopping big tits with big hard nipples she is always displaying bra less in tight tops. Most men salivate over those, I know, I have seen it in my college days.
My breasts aren't exactly small, my nipples tend to a turn men off however. They are highly sensitive but don't project, even when excited which men tend to love. In a tight shirt they aren't noticeable, even when excited and bra less.
There was my roommate in college, Amanda. The best sex I ever had and didn't exactly get fucked. I walked into our room and she was riding her boyfriend like a mare in heat. It turned me on as I just stood there and watched. Our eyes locked, I was mesmerized. She would pant. I would pant. She would moan and I would follow suit. Before I knew it I had my fingers buried in my pussy, pinching and pulling my nipples. We both climaxed at the same time staring at each, just like a surreal porn movie.
After her boyfriend left, don't even remember his name, just one of many, Amanda called me a voyeuristic cunt. She started teasing and wrestling with me and her naked form won out because I was laughing so hard. Then she planted her well used pussy on my face and made me eat her out. I enjoyed it too much I think. We had several trysts like that throughout the school year but it never escalated to much more than that. She only used her fingers to get me off when I would suck the cum out of her pussy. Maybe I am just a twisted sexual deviant, I don't know.
The day Rick and Jen walked in the store, I knew their was a certain air about them. They weren't suppose to be my customers but I sidled up, taking them away. He was arrogant in a kind way which I thought was odd. She never said a word just smiled. Dominant men and submissive women are a dime a dozen in the jewelry store sales business. You can almost spot them the minute they enter. They are always arrogant and abrasive, not him though. You could see the kindness and gentleness written all over his face. I got horny just watching them oddly interact with each other. She couldn't speak, not sure if she was commanded to be silent or was a mute.
At first, I thought I had read them wrong. He was looking at a specific necklace but wanted a heavier chain. That was normal for their lifestyle, the manager never took my suggestion to display the heavier ones. The manager thought I was crazy as women were always the ones buying except at Christmas and Valentines Day. We always had them in the back for those occasions, but we were always running out. It was a simple large gold ring on a short heavy chain. We had then from choker style to cleavage poppers as we called them. One of the bigger selling points, it could handle additional pendants or chains. Normally, customers would add short chains with diamonds or a diamond heart pendant locket. Every now and then you would get a special request for a chain to attach to nipple jewelry or attach to the nipples directly. Yes, we fulfilled those requests.
Not him, he chose a flat gold heart and had it inscribed. Then had me make a heavy chain with a gold plate. Little did he know we had them already made up in the back with the proper size. We actually get lots of requests for those also. A master and his puppy, she was no dog in my eyes. On the guy scale she was an eight at least or ate-able as the guy joke goes. A few inches shorter than me, I towered over her while in my four inch heels. She was injured and he kindly asked me to put it on her. It fit perfectly in my eyes. Not too tight and the gold circle fell right where it needed and the heart made it stand out. Just looked like a fancy dog collar. My pussy was leaking and pulsating at that point.
A shame in the end was my first thought after seeing his creation. A customer came in about a month earlier with a special request for a gold and silver collar that would have looked fantastic on Jenifer. I had to send the request to headquarters for design and creation but was a cross between a fancy leather chain adorned collar and a chrome neck ring, both BDSM fashion. The circlet itself was gold as were the holding knobs for the silver chains that draped from one loop knob to the other on each side. The ring for the front loop was even special as it was to be made like a fine engagement ring. That loop had caused a design flaw, noticed by a very knowledgeable tech and denied the request and returned for customer modification. The customer understood the problem, though unhappy. I came up with the solution to inset the main front loop knob with the diamond. Basically, a fifteen thousand dollar BDSM wedding collar for daily wear. He was thrilled and so was I in more ways that one. I was waiting for that request to be filled as I wanted to make modifications for much cheaper versions to sell at the store. Actually, I was wanting one for myself as I thought it was cute and unique.
Jen's nipples were hard and I noticed she had them pierced. I sort of guided them to the that area, it was something new for the store because of the popularity. It was actually hard to keep the stock up as they sell like hotcakes. He chose a set with two placards that could be inscribed along with two others after I pointed them out. I had to take her to the back to get the right size for her nipples. She nodded happily and looked at me begging with her brown eyes. When I looked into them I melted. I took her in the back and put them in. I did a little fondling of my own performing this task though I tried covering my tracks by being clumsy. I had a little orgasm by the time I finished, that happens when I get worked up for a long period. I made sure the coast was clear and let him have a peak. He grinned from ear to ear. It was a good thing he didn't see me because I had my legs crossed and I was seeping down my thighs already. I was horny as hell and it was partially their fault and I couldn't understand why.
I thought my time was over with them but I was wrong. He also bought a pair of earrings. He chose a pair I had my eyes set on. Gold with dangling chains that ended in different color gemstone hearts. He had me put them in at the end. I was in such a state of all thumbs, horny thumbs at that. I made sure he had my special business card before they left the store with my name and phone number underlined in black ink. I never do that as we have them spread throughout the store and customers can pick them up at their own leisure, though just plain. I gave them an innuendo to go with it however. I had never done that before but I was hoping just this once, I could actually find out what the lifestyle was all about.
I was leaning against one of the display cases trying to compose myself. Thinking I needed to go to the bathroom to clean myself up when they returned. They wanted the placards inscribed. When he said what he wanted I became just as horny all over again. I had to get this done in a hurry so I could have a little alone time in the bathroom. Here we go again, I had the job done quickly. The old guy in the back that handles these special requests was having a field day laughing. He is an expert in his job however, one that I have been paying close attention. I want to learn how to do it, but am not sure he would teach me without favors being involved. So there I am once again fondling her tits, horny as hell. I could even smell my own sex I thought.
I set things up at a display case where the cameras had a bit of a gap. I opened my big mouth in a whisper. If we were alone, I would have done anything they said by that point just to get off. Basically that is what happened, Jen snaked her hand under the hem of my short dress and felt my sopping panties and pussy. I stood rock still and let her do it. Then he gave me an order to go masturbate in the bathroom and bring evidence that I had. Like a good little sub to him I did, he gave me five minutes. Hell I touched myself, and it was instantaneous. It took me longer to clean up and compose myself than anything. I just put my cold wet panties in a bag for them and handed them over a little embarrassed but happy. They said they would be in touch. I didn't believe it but I was going to make sure. I had his number from the sales receipt. If he didn't call me, I was going to call him in a couple days when I was off.
I was taken at that point in my mind. I was his or theirs, it didn't matter. I wanted more and I told them so. I was nothing but a pile of melted butter and still horny. I went home that evening and I wanted fucked in the worst way. My boyfriend didn't want anything to do with me. He wanted to watch the silly ballgame. I went to the bedroom to cry myself to sleep, that is when I found the long blonde hair on the covers. He had been fucking the girl over in 4B I bet. It didn't matter to me anymore, I wanted more and something else. I kicked him out the next morning and told him to never come back.
