The sound of heels on solid ground always makes me happy. Everything is stated by me three inch black boots. Power, naughtiness, respect. I'm twenty-two and work as assistant manager in an underwear and naughty gifts shop in Alexander's Arcade. There are about twenty other shops in there so we all get on well. I start work at half nice at my shop, 'Ruffs'n'Cuffs' but I'm normally dead on my feet until my first strong coffee.
As I walk to work this crisp November morning I notice that one of the vacant lots is, well, not vacant but I thought nothing of it and carried on to work. I unlocked the door and let myself in, turning on the lights (and the kettle) and opening up. I was sipping my coffee happily when the security guard came in.
"Hi Claribel." He smiled.
"Morning Clive." I smiled back. Clive was three years older than me; he was about six foot, short brown hair, broad and reasonably attractive. We'd always got on well, had a laugh and a joke...and a flirt. I knew he was rather into me, so did the whole Arcade. But I just let it lie – I liked him as a friend and knew that sleeping with him would ruin what we had. Plus I was having a break from men for a while. My ex, Jake, had tried to kill me – so I decided the next relationship I had I would be in control of. I was told I was attractive. I was petite, had long brown hair a tiny waist and a full round chest. But with all the shit from Jake I just didn't feel attractive. I felt useless and dirty. I practically lived at work or in my house. My nights out had dried up and I lived in fear as I stupidly let Jake get off the charges.
But hey, life moves on. "So what's going on in the vacant lot?" I asked.
"Uh." Clive frowned. "Some weird charity thing is here for a while. The guy who's running it is very loud. I don't care for him much." I nodded. That explained it then. Clive excused himself to go on his rounds and I got on with tidying the shop. It'd be an hour before my colleague came and I thought it'd be busy, getting to Christmas time. So I busied myself with a box of chocolate nipples and began to stack them.
When my colleague, Sam, got to work he was full of life. He was as gay as they come and always smiling. He was a pleasure to work with.
"Morning Claribel!" He chorused. I nodded my greetings. "I've had a great weekend!" He went and put his coat in the staff room and flounced out to talk to me, taking a box of nipples with him. "I met up with Dave!" Dave was his on/off boyfriend. "We had a great time! We went drinking and dancing and went back to his! It was great." He piled the nipples into the container and sighed happily.
"Aww, sounds like you had a fun time!" I smiled. "I'm starting to miss having someone." I frowned.
"Well then maybe you're ready for a guy again!" Sam squealed. I laughed and shook my head. "Why not?" He asked. "That fellow Clive likes you, why don't you go out with him?" I walked behind the desk.
"No, we're just friends." I felt myself go red. "Honestly."
"Sure, sure." Sam rolled his eyes. "I believe you." I frowned again.
That night I went home and ran a bath. It'd been a long day, full of tourists and people giggling over penis shaped soap. Clive had popped in once or twice, each time Sam had made gestures and dropped hints about us getting together. I brushed them off lightly and Clive took them in good jest. But some of the innuendos got rude and crude and left me flushed. Sam had picked up a dildo and waved it about, proclaiming loudly it was our best one, but he bet Clive was better. Clive had nodded and said he was indeed. I couldn't get it out of my head. I though of it all the way home and it was safe to say I was pretty horny. I mentally cursed being single.
So as my bath was running I got undressed and slipped into my bath robe, went to my top drawer and got out my dildo, the type Sam was waving about. I lay on my bed and rubbed my clit, I was already aroused so the dildo slid in easily. I pushed it in and out slowly, loving the feeling of it opening me. Momentarily I thought of Clive and what he'd be like, but the image vanished, as there was a knock at the door. I mentally cursed and pulled my dressing gown around me. When I got to the door I was shocked to see Clive there.
"Um. Hi." I said, pulling my dressing gown tighter and inviting him in. He sat on the chair opposite my sofa. "What's up?"
"Before we locked up." He began. "Jake was in the Arcade, looking for you." I felt my stomach tighten. "He said he was going to teach you a lesson." I nodded slowly.
"Okay." I said. "I'll keep my door locked." Clive nodded and got up to go. When he was at the door he turned to me.
"Look, if you need me here's my number." He handed me a piece of paper and I found his eyes down my cleavage. "Be safe." I nodded softly, his hand was then on my chin, guiding my face up to kiss my cheek, and then he was gone. I locked my door and went for my bath. After that news I didn't feel much like cumming at all.
I awoke at seven the next morning when the post came. Groggily going to get it. Bill, bill, bill. Then a white envelope. I knew the writing at once. Jake. I sighed and opened it. It read 'I'm after you bitch. I'm going to take what's mine and then leave your sorry ass on the side.' I put it with the other threatening letters the police told me to keep and got ready for work. I ordered a taxi to take me there, I was too nervous to walk alone, it was dark too.
