The girl walked into the store nonchalantly, despite the fact that it was forty degrees out and she was barely wearing enough to cover a child's doll. A red plaid skirt that couldn't have been more than six inches from waist to hem hinted at a delightfully curved derrière, while simultaneously redefining "micro-skirt." Long white stockings came up to her lower thighs and disappeared into four-inch red heels. A tiny red top ended about two inches beneath her breasts, which were not restrained by a bra, if her turgid nipples were any indication. A wide black belt was cinched tightly around her waist, and a barbell glittered in her belly button, the silver providing a very entertaining contrast to her olive skin. Her hair had been dyed a shade called black cherry; the clerk remembered because his girlfriend, who was currently in the bathroom of the small convenience store, often dyed her hair the same color.
Despite his efforts not to appear too interested, lest his girlfriend re-appear from the bathroom, the clerk couldn't help but get an eyeful. This girl was simply good looking at it was, but when she chose to raid the toy section for clothes, she became eye-candy of the first order. Normally, the clerk claimed he wasn't interested in any person that dressed like that, but then he had never been confronted with anyone that actually did go out in public like that. Honestly, he never imagined that anyone would, especially with the unusually cold weather. To some degree he doubted that anyone would believe that he had seen someone like her come into his store—he imagined that he would be accused of taking too many caffeine pills so he could stay up all night and run the counter, and he did a quick mental count of the pills he had taken tonight. The tally came back as none. He tried not to be hopped up when his girlfriend came to visit him on the job; her company was more than enough to keep him awake, even in the middle of the most boring nights. Normally, the manager didn't like anyone hanging around the store, but she liked Sharon well enough, and conceded that graveyard at a low-volume convenience store was the most mind-numbing job on the planet.
The girl in the…uh, handkerchief stopped in front of the large glass-fronted cooler that took up one entire side of the store. After pausing for a moment, she opened door number six. Sighing, the clerk decided that if anyone wanted proof of his boredom at work, they had to dig no farther than the fact that he had memorized the numbers assigned to each door on the cooler. Of the twelve doors, six held soft drinks, juice, and milk. The remaining doors, numbers one through six, were devoted to beer and wine. Checking the time, he saw it was well after midnight, and therefore illegal to sell beer or wine in Texas. Except on Saturdays, he reminded himself. God, he was bored.
When the girl approached the counter carrying a twelve pack of Smirnoff Ice, he pointed to the clock and simply said, "It's after hours. I can't sell that to you."
She laughed lightly and placed the Smirnoff on the counter. "I thought I had until one to buy alcohol," she said, smilingly disarmingly.
He shook his head and said, "Not on Fridays. The cut-off is one on Saturdays, midnight every other night."
"Please?"
His arms crossed across his chest of their own accord. Too many people had already tried this with him. "Texas state law says that if I do, I can go to jail for six months. I don't feel like doing that."
Pouting cutely, she asked, "Well, I don't think anyone will know..." She turned her eyes up at him, the dark brown of her irises shining up at him enticingly.
"Except for the camera," the clerk said, pointing. She turned and saw the camera and her own image on the monitor. Though she had seen the camera when she walked in, she hadn't realized that the monitor had given the clerk a way to admire her from two angles simultaneously.
When she turned back to him, she smiled again. Her hand reached over the Smirnoff and across the counter to stroke his arm softly. "What if I make it up to you?" she asked in a whisper.
The clerk stepped back from her quickly, which proved to be very fortunate for him. Sharon had returned from the bathroom and had watched them from the small alcove that hid the bathroom. Clearly angry, she yelled, "What the fuck do you think you're doing?"
Though the clerk simply turned his head to confirm what his ears had already told him, the girl whirled in surprise. She stared open-mouthed at Sharon. Both Mike and Sharon were used to that reaction; when they weren't at their respective jobs, they had a tendency to dress entirely in black and accent their wardrobe with leather jackets and belts, as well as chains and, in Sharon's case, a collar. Somehow, Mike imagined that Sharon probably would've stared the same way at the girl if she weren't so angry at the moment.
Filling the tense silence, Mike told his would-be customer "This is my girlfriend, Sharon. She is rather possessive and has a very bad temper, especially late at night."
Ignoring him, Sharon pressed on and yelled again. "I asked you a fucking question, bitch! What the fuck are you doing?"
Regaining her composure, the girl tried to re-direct Sharon's anger. "He fucking started it! Don't get all fucking mad at me just because you can't keep your man in check!"
Mike turned to Sharon and started to protest, as he hadn't seen her come out of the bathroom either, but she beat him to it. "I fucking watched you traipse all across the store in that fucking washcloth you think is a skirt! I watched you fucking come up to the counter and flirt with him just so could fucking get your shit! I watched you fucking reach over and touch him! And I fucking watched him back away from you, you fucking slut!"
As the girl started into her own tirade, Sharon walked up to her and slapped her full across the face, causing the girl to lose her balance and grip the counter. Mike pointed up at the camera, and Sharon took the hint and dragged the girl out of camera shot.
The two struggled for a moment, but Sharon had far more experience man-handling people than the other girl. Mike was an avid death-metal fan, and Sharon had often found herself being dragged along to various local clubs to see live shows. Inevitably, a mosh-pit would form and, try as he might, Mike couldn't always keep the other patrons from colliding with his lover. Such as it was, Sharon had become rather adept at keeping the crowds at bay. In a few moments, the girl was face down on the floor with Sharon's knee in the small of her back. Unhooking one of her wallet chains, she deftly secured the girl's arms behind her back. Mike nodded approvingly; his pet had learned well, it seemed.
Standing again, Sharon dragged the other girl up by her hair, eliciting a sharp cry of protest and pain. Ignoring her for the moment, Sharon turned to Mike and spoke. "I know that you would like to watch, but I don't want the police to see if they happen to drive by."
Nodding, he said, "Just tell me what happens."
With a quick nod, Sharon dragged her hapless victim to the storeroom in the back. Mike usually left the door unlocked while he was there, as he made frequent trips back and forth during the course of the night. Knowing that things would get loud, she closed and locked the door behind her. A recent shipment of cigarettes had left the manager's office a bit crowded, so one of the two chairs had been placed in the storeroom for the time being. Taking advantage of this fortunate occurrence, Sharon sat on the chair and pulled the other girl across her lap. The chains on her jacket jangled loudly in the still, quiet room.
By this time, the girl had lapsed into a frightened silence, though she still half-heartedly struggled against her captor. Looking down at the treasure in her lap, Sharon felt herself grow a little wet. Despite the fact that Mike was her dominant lover, she still enjoyed subjugating women. Even as the anger inside of her continued to rise, she couldn't help but admire the fine specimen currently held across her lap. Twinges of desire competed with her need to punish this vixen. Smiling, she decided that she could do both.
