The weekend was a nightmare. I could do nothing but go over everything I had done and try to figure out why I did it. This brought no solace to me and I was now faced with Monday morning, not knowing if Mrs. M would show up alone or with the police. I had dug a hole and now had to figure out what I was going to do. I just had to wait on Mrs. M and see what she was going to do on Monday.
I woke up early on Monday, showered and got ready for work. It was 7am when I arrived at the store. Although we did not open until ten, I wanted to have some coffee and calm down before Mrs. M arrived at eight. I was still hoping she would come in alone so we could discuss and settle the problem ourselves.
I still kept wondering how a fifty-two-year-old man in my position could ever get himself into so much trouble. I needed to find a way to protect myself. It was now seven thirty. I needed to work fast. I went to the front of the store and took down one of the security cameras, carrying it to the back and setting it up so that it showed the whole storeroom office area. I placed it so it was not clearly visible, in case she accused me of doing something or attacking her. That way I would have some proof to help me. Little did I know what the camera would later do.
Mrs. M arrived precisely at eight, letting herself in, as I was still in the back. Hearing the door close, I went to the front to find Mrs. M dressed in her normal work attire. I thanked her for coming and asked if she would like some coffee. She accepted and I got her a cup. I asked if she did not mind if we sat in the office, so we would not be disturbed by anyone looking in the store windows and thinking we were opened. She agreed.
So far she did not speak, and my mind was going a mile a minute. I knew that she was in total control of whatever was to happen today. I had put an extra chair in the back so she could sit down and allow us to have what I hoped would be, a civil conversation. We walked to the back, me leading the way. I then stepped aside so she could sit in the chair I had set up.
Once seated, I felt like a little kid in the principal’s office waiting to be expelled. Mrs. M sat for a minute just staring at me while drinking her coffee. She then asked me what in the world got into me to demand such a despicable act of her and to embarrass her in such a god-awful way, especially knowing who she was and that what I had done was now going to cost me my business and most probably would end up with me going to jail.
Had I gone totally mad to do such a perverted and disgusting thing? What had I hoped to gain from such an act, and what had she done to deserve this. Although I knew everything she said was true, I could not really hear what she was saying. I was too busy trying to figure out how I could get out of this mess, how I could turn the tables on her.
What was I going to do? She was now yelling at me. I guess she had noticed that I was not paying attention to what she was saying and was now sitting in front of me yelling my name. It was as if I was in a trance. I jumped up and said I was sorry, that I was really confused and upset, and then just started babbling. I really do not know what I said, but it stopped her from yelling and so I just kept rambling.
As I was doing this, I noticed she was “ twitching” again in her seat. I stopped talking and just stared at her for a response. She said that since I gave no legitimate reason for my actions and offered no real apology, she did not feel I was sincere in what I had said. Therefore, she had no other choice but to go to the police.
I begged her to please reconsider and tell me how I could possibly make amends. She looked at me for a moment, then asked to be excused to use the ladies room. I do not know why, but it was like a trigger going off. I told her that I would not excuse her until we were finished, and that she was at fault for her own actions the other day. Because of her erotic gyrations the other day, she had caused my actions, and now she was trying to do the same.
If she were going to the police, I would tell them that she solicited me, and she could have called for help if she were in trouble. Why didn’t she? I told her she had better think of her reputation, and what would come out of such an accusation on her part. She was staring at me in total shock, her mouth staying open, but no words coming out. I continued my assault, making things up as I went along. The more I talked, the more shocked she became, but more demure at the same time.
I stopped for a moment, and again she asked to be excused. I then acted mad and raised my voice when I said, “There you are, doing it again: sitting, squirming, and making motions with the excuse you have to pee. Well it is going to cost you again.”
With this, she stood up and slapped my face. “How dare you talk to me like this. I will not pay any fee of any kind to you and will not listen to your demands. Now, get out of my way.”
Without wavering, I stood up and was now nose to nose with her. I raised my voice in such a manner that I scared myself. I told her she was going to do as I told her to do or I would spread rumors of her soliciting me while her husband was away and any other story I could dream up. Right now, I was going to let her pee herself so she could explain that to everyone as she walked down the street in public.
Her face was drawn, and her lips were quivering. When she spoke, it was so soft that I could hardly hear her talk. “Please don’t do this. I haven’t done anything to hurt you. Just please let me go the bathroom, and I promise I’ll forget everything. Please.”
The feeling of control was overwhelming. I knew I could not just let her go. I sat down in my chair and looked at her standing in front of me. I spoke very softly and slowly. “I will let you go to the bathroom when I’m ready, but right now you need to pay me back for saying such awful things to me and threatening me, don’t you agree?”
Her eyes were starting to tear and she said, “Please do not make me do what I did the other day. I will pay you anything you want. I am sorry for saying those things. Don’t make me show you my panties again. Please don’t.”
I felt bad, but also was getting such a hard on I thought I would burst. This was now my only chance. I said, “I will do as I see fit, and you will do as you are told, or else. Now, turn around and take off you shorts. NOW.”
Her tears were now starting to flow but she turned around and lowered her shorts, holding up her shirt so I had a good look at her butt. God, what a sight. Today she was wearing pink lace panties. I thought I was going to come right then. I then got bolder and told her to turn around and face me.
She did so and said, “Please do not do this. No one has ever seen me this way but my husband. Please stop. I will do anything you want, but please do not make me do anything else, please.”
I knew I was in control and told her she had threatened me and now she had to pay. The look of fear and anger spread across her face. When she spoke her, lips where shaking and I started to get a weird feeling of power. She said, “What do you mean? What do you want from me. Please stop this now and I promise I won’t do or say anything.”
Looking at her in her lace panties, the outline of pubic hair showing just on the edges of her panties was overwhelming. I had forgotten where I was, but I could not stop. I looked at my watch and it was only 8:45, still time to do more.
Looking at her directly and acting very stern, I said, “This is your doing, and you will do as I tell you. If not I will ruin your reputation by telling everyone of your actions.” I felt powerful and wanted to embarrass her, to see how she would react to being controlled.
I now told her to now remove her tee-shirt. Her face went white, but slowly she removed it. She held her face down and had her arms crossed in front of her chest. I told her to put her hands at her sides and look at me. She followed my instructions without a word. Her bra matched her panties, being pink lace, so you could just make out the outline of her nipples. Her breasts were small, but the bra made them look appetizing.
By now my cock was so hard it was starting to hurt. I knew at any minute I would explode. I had to see more, to touch her ass, her pussy, her little breasts, and yes, maybe even have her perform sexual favors. My mind was racing out of control. I needed to calm down to be able to enjoy her to the fullest.
She was looking straight in my eyes when I took the next step. I looked her up and down very slowly, and then looked her in the eyes. “Tell me, what do you want to show me first, your pussy or your tits?”
“No, please no, do not make me do this, please don’t,” was all she could say.
The fear in her face was intense, so I continued to push. “I asked you a question, and I want an answer. What do you want to show me first, your pussy or your tits?” I knew this language was something she never heard or used, and it just made me more excited to see her reaction.
She was shaking all over and I could barely hear her when she said, “I’ll take off my bra.”
“What did you say,” I shouted.
“I will take off my bra,” she repeated.
“That is not what I asked you. Answer me as I asked.”
“Please do not do this. Please do not make me take off my bra, please. I cannot say those things. Please stop.”
She was begging, but I could not stop. “Do it now, say it.” I barked again.
