AN: This is a repost of a story I posted a while ago under another penname. I've revised it and hope you still like it. :) It's not wholly non-consent, but there are areas of reluctance that I think make the story fun.
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"Just take it," my best friend whispered in my ear before switching aisles. Like a pro, she pocketed a pack of gummy bears to go with a bag of chips.
It stunned me that she could be so apathetic about the whole thing. Stealing? I'd never stolen anything in my life -- not even first base! Yet with nervous hands, I picked up a little baggie of Swedish fish, and looked towards the register. The man there was sitting with his feet up on the counter and his head down, staring into a home and gardening magazine.
My friend snatched another two packs of gum, shoved them into the breast pocket of my shirt, and urged me to hurry up. Despite my protest, she continued on her crusade, this time shoving an issue of Playgirl into my coat.
Just as I started to remove it, I heard the sound of a man clearing his throat above me.
It was the cashier. As soon as I glanced up, my friend made a break for it, and I was left clutching a smut magazine to my chest. I heard the door jingle open and shut and contemplated making my own little run. However, the cashier seemed to read my mind. Without warning, he grabbed me by the waist and pulled me against his chest.
"What do you think you're doing?" he snapped.
I knew it was a rhetorical question, but I tried to squeak out an excuse anyway. As I was so near, hands pressed flat against his chest, I realized how
solid
he felt, and a little lumpier in some places than others. The thought alone made me blush. His heartbeat quickened a little, and I figured it didn't take him long to sense what I sensed. Obviously alarmed, he shoved me backward into a Christmas card display, a ridiculous attempt to get me away. I wasn't quick enough to stop myself from falling into it, and landed ungracefully on my rump, cards scattered all over.
I stared up at him from the floor with a scowl on my face, but he was too distracted to see it. As I sat there, my skirt fanned out around my waist, I saw that I was giving him quite a bit else to look at. With a little squeal, I pushed down the fabric of my skirt to hide my panties and he snapped out of his daze.
"Sorry," he muttered, and when I gave another hesitant look up, I saw him outstretching a hand.
Bumbling with apologies, I took it and pulled myself up on my feet. However, no matter what I did, he wouldn't meet my eyes. Instead, every few seconds they would dart from my breasts, to my bare legs, to the front of my skirt. I started to get mad about it, but then smiled to myself.
'This could work for me,'
I thought.
"—save your 'sorries' for the police," he let go of my hand and began to pick up some of the cards from the fallen display.
Very slowly, I bent over in front of him and began to do the same, still apologizing. I picked up each card lazily, and swiveled my hips so that the back of my skirt would hitch up a little. I was sure he'd be staring then.
"Well...you know..." Cashier guy started, but he sounded unsure of himself.
I could feel his eyes on my ass, and for a brief moment, wondered how his hands would feel on it, squeezing, and groping. I'd been a while since I'd gotten my 'itch scratched', and the thoughts were driving me mad. Once I had enough cards in my hand, I stood up again and faced him. Obviously embarrassed, he quickly looked elsewhere, the stain of a guilty blush on his cheeks.
"I have the money to pay for the candy and...and I don't even want the magazine," I said softly, reaching into a pocket of my jacket.
"I shouldn't just let you go," he took the crumpled bills I handed him and stared shamelessly at my breasts.
I couldn't blame him for it, really. Even with my bra on, in the coolness of the store it was easy to see the way my nipples poked and stretched the cotton fabric.
"Please..." I reached for his sleeve and ended up grabbing his hand instead. It felt so large and warm, I almost didn't want to let go.
"If I let you go, you and your little friend will just go rip someone else off." He tried to pull his hand away, but I kept it in mine. I stared at it curiously and slowly moved my eyes up his arm. I could see the dark printing of tattoos on his skin, running all the way up.
For a moment I found myself wondering where else he had them.
"Please," I begged once more. His fingers twitched against mine and in his brown eyes I saw an inkling of curiosity.
At that moment I was willing to do anything -- and deep inside, I knew he knew that.
Still a little timid, I opened my mouth slowly and slipped one of his fingertips in. Cashier guy gasped, but didn't make a move to pull away. I sucked on it slowly and flicked my tongue over the tip. I didn't know where the hell his hands had been, but I wanted to give the guy a taste of what I could do for him. Still, it was obvious he was still trying to resist.
"I...can't do anything, kid," he smoothed his bangs out of his eyes with his free hand and then pulled the other from my grip. "You'll learn your lesson this way."
He straightened himself up a bit and began walking to the counter. Scared, I pulled down my skirt and ran after him. It was already after hours in the store, and there was barely anyone around, but I still felt a little embarrassed.
When I reached the checkout desk I saw that the magazine he was reading wasn't really Home & Gardening at all, but just a cover. Underneath the foldout for how to plant azalea bushes was a Penthouse spread of nude girls posing provocatively, and the other side of the page was a collection of "Spectacular Suck-off Stories," complete with racy photos.
My eyes lingered on it for a moment until Cashier guy noticed and pulled it out of sight.
"Get away from the counter," he ordered. I stood still and he picked up the phone in warning.
"Do you like that kind of stuff?" I twirled a lock of hair around my finger. The cashier nearly dropped the phone.
"I..." my words came out slowly and I was a little surprised at myself. "I could do that for you."
His eyes trailed down to my breasts for what had to be the thousandth time, and then he wiped his face with his free hand. It was easy to see the full range of emotions going on inside him. He was wondering about something, wondering if he could really get away with what I was proposing.
"You'd suck me off...just so I won't call the cops?" he leaned over the counter, and his embarrassed smile turned into a dirty one. For a moment, it made me feel a little cheap, but then I just smiled. I liked it.
