If you've never been to Wal-Mart at four in the morning, you have no idea how quiet it is. How every little sound echoes like mad, chasing itself around and around until it finally fades out. Sure, there are the stockers, but there's never enough to fill every aisle, to watch every corner.
I couldn't sleep after I got off work, and, armed with my long-overdue shopping list, I headed to Wal-Mart. It started off uneventful, to say the least. Not a single soul crossed my path. The stockers darted at the corners of my vision, though, a reminder to keep myself in line. It would have ended the same way it started, too, if I hadn't remembered to grab some butter.
The moment I stepped around the last aisle, a glitter caught my eye near the butter. It was a gorgeous woman, I had to guess around twenty, wearing a black leather micro mini-skirt and an itty bitty piece of stretchy silver fabric I guess would pass as a tube top. She had long legs, a tight stomach, and a sweet little ass. Normally I wouldn't go for a woman with such a slender figure, she couldn't have been more than a B cup, but damn. Her black hair, cut at her chin, was streaked purple, matching her lipstick and eye shadow. Coupled with the black eyeliner and her coal black eyes, she was one hell of a looker.
Or possibly a whore.
She had stopped me in my tracks, and I was still trying to close my mouth when she realized I was staring. Sneering, she turned to face me, and I got a good look at her braless tits. I finally got my mouth closed and my eyes to her face.
"Like what you see, dickhead?"
I was left with three options. One, tell the truth. I was loving what I saw and I would have killed to see the little bit that was still covered. It's a shame women don't go for that. Two, I could lie like hell, tell her anything but what she expected. Like she wouldn't see right through me. Three, I could just walk away, pretend it had never happened, stick my tail between my legs and cower in the corner like a naughty kid.
When I get backed into a tight spot, I like to improvise. I walked towards her in silence. I didn't really mean to scare her...alright, that's not true. I wanted to scare her, and scare her good. I wanted to see her eyes widen in fear. Got me hard just thinking about it.
As I got closer, I noticed a blue leather collar dumped haphazardly in her cart. So she was a slave. Excellent. Even better, now I knew her charade was just that: bluster and bluff. But I had to be careful; I couldn't just go taking someone else's slave.
Had to give it to her, though, her make-believe boldness never wavered.
"I almost forgot the butter," I offered in way of explanation.
"I saw the way you looked at me, fucker. The only thing you were thinking of was what's under my skirt."
"The way you wear it, love, there's not much left to think about." It was too easy, I couldn't resist.
This seemed to take her aback. "You think I'm a slut!"
"Not at all. I think you're a strumpet."
"Same damn thing."
"And a smart one at that." She graced me with a disgusted frown. As she turned to go, I became desperate to keep her here with me. Sure, I started out thinking she was eye candy, but now, up close, I could tell she was a true slave, the kind I'd always been looking for. The kind I could never find.
"I'm sorry for thinking you were a slut," I said a little too quickly. She may or may not have caught that, but she turned back and gave me a good once over. I stood over her by about three inches, she must have been 5' 5", and I tried to seem unimposing.
It took her a few seconds, but finally she smiled, "Thank you. You're the only man who's ever admitted he thought that."
Damn it all to hell, her smile had me. I'd been thinking of trying to draw her into just a fling, but now I thought I'd die if she didn't stay with me. It may seem fast for anyone else, but I was hooked and I had to have more.
"So what's a gorgeous little girl like you doing at Wal-Mart at four in the morning?" I said to fill the silence my daydreaming had left.
"Shopping," she quipped.
"Touché."
She giggled and I swear my heart dropped out of my chest and melted on the floor. My cock was rock hard and pounding against the suddenly far too tight constrains of my jeans.
"I hope you don't think this is too forward of me, but where's your boyfriend? You really shouldn't be here alone."
Her whole expression changed in a split second. "I'm single."
Uh-oh. I could feel my brain slowly creeping down my spinal cord and into my balls. "I don't suppose it has anything to do with that collar in your cart?"
She turned and nearly spat on it, "You wouldn't understand."
Her back was to me, and it was more than I could handle to not step forward and touch her. So I did. I slipped one arm around her waist and pulled her close against me. Man, how I wanted to choke her, caress her tits, slide a hand up her skirt...
Instead, I purred in her ear, "Try me." Double entendres are wonderful creatures.
She sighed. I expected her to pull away, but instead she cuddled up against me. My cock screamed to stick it in her, and my brains agreed. Good thing she started talking and gave me something else to focus on.
