I wasn't as clever as I thought!
I had done it! This was the third time in 5 days, it was Friday afternoon about 2:00pm, I had just got back to my car, my pussy was on fire, my nipples were like bottle corks, never had they been harder, my stomach was churning, the thrill was overwhelming me, my legs were weak with excitement.
I had taken a late lunch to complete my submission to my desires, I couldn't contain my self any longer I had to do it, and I had done, as I sat in the drivers seat an orgasm washed through me, Oooh so beautiful, I rested my head on the steering wheel while I recovered from my mission, juice was leaking from me.
I am Andrea Walling, 38 years old, divorced, managing director in a wholesale company, 2 children, both in college, have my own swanky apartment, live the life, drive a nice Merc and no money worries, my life was perfect, I had got rid of my worthless dead beat husband 4 years ago.
I am good looking, cute rather than beautiful, 5ft7" tall, good full figure, dress expensively, long auburn hair that today was up in a pony tail.
I have boyfriends, no one serious, if I want sex, I can get it, no problem, I don't want a man permanently in my life right at this time.
Now, as I sat in my car getting over my orgasm, and blood rush, at accomplishing my deed these 3 times in one week.
I had gone to the same store, Mon, Wed, and today Friday, and shoplifted small item of make up and jewellery, nothing really expensive, I could afford to buy them tenfold, but nothing could compare to the thrill of what I was doing, it was almost better than being fucked by a prick for real.
As I sat there looking at myself in my mirror checking my make up before I returned to work with my prizes, I was congratulating myself at my prowess and ingenuity at what I was doing, and changing my wet panties for fresh ones.
That's when my world fell in, the passenger door opened and a young man of about 18 or 19 got in my car, I immediately reached for my pepper spray, but he dived across me and told me to sit still, that I wasn't in danger, that he had something that belonged to me, and was of immense value, this calmed me, and I asked him what it was.
He had with him what transpired to be a portable DVD player; he handed it to me and told me to watch it.
It started off by proving what was to be the aisles of the store I had stolen from, the date and time (today's) was in the bottom corner.
Then the camera zoomed in on someone, it was me! It clearly showed me slipping items into my pockets, on 4 different occasions, I was aghast, I had been caught and trapped, I was in really serious trouble and I knew it.
He interrupted my thoughts by saying, 'I've got DVDs of you on Mon and Wed as well, doing the same thing Mrs Walling, Andrea!'
'Hand me the items from your pockets now!' He ordered.
I did as told, my brain was refusing to work, all I could think to myself was, you've been caught, this is prison, loss of job, livelihood, life, friends, everything!
'Oh my God,' I whispered, 'what have I done, what am I going to do?'
I was in tears now, my life as I knew it, was over!
'What do you think I ought to do with these DVDs Andrea Mmmm?'
'These are copies by the way, you can keep them, I have the originals,' he said.
That's when my senses returned, he was offering me a way out, to get off the hook, my life could be saved, and he could save it.
'What do you want for them er? What is your name?' I asked.
'It's Jon,' he replied.
'Okay Jon, I said, 'what do you want for them? I have money, I will pay you for them, just tell me what you want, and I will never ever repeat this I promise.'
'Right oh,' he replied.
'Tell me where you live I will be around to your home at 8:00 tonight, have a "gift" ready for me, and make sure its what I want, or else!'
I protested about giving him my address, but as he said, I didn't really have a choice, if I wanted this to go away.
I reluctantly gave it to him, he left me the copy DVDs, and then he was gone.
I called the office and told them I was unwell, and went home, I was shattered, morally and physically, how stupid could I have been?
Where was this going to end?
I got home, went and soaked in the bath for an hour or more, and I actually fell asleep on the sofa, such was my trauma.
As the afternoon wore on, I did a little bit of planning, I couldn't tape or record what was to happen, but I did have my agile mind.
I worked out a price; I figured 10 grand would be about the proper offer, because I was sure such a sum he would never have seen, but it would not be my opening offer.
I dressed appropriately for such a meeting, demurely, had my hair down and brushed, light make up, but with a power suit too, I wanted him to understand that he was dealing with someone who was in control of her life, although I didn't feel that way right then.
At 8:10 the door bell rang, I went to meet my blackmailer, he was dressed in clean, but tatty jeans, a polo shirt, he looked clean and tidy, I was glad about that because I didn't want a dirty smell in my home after he had gone.
I knew his name was Jon, and that he worked the tills at the store, where I actually had an account!
He had checked out my legal purchases many times, what I hadn't known was, he also worked part time in security, on overtime, and he had seen me previously stealing items, and had made sure he was in the control room to trap me on tape, and it would seem very successfully.
He was 19, looked like any normal lad, reasonably good looking I suppose, not my type though, I was a lot older and more mature. And he probably had girlfriends etc.
I invited him into my sitting room, where he immediately went to the TV and loaded a new disc, this is Monday's,' he said.
'Please, I don't want to see it,' I protested.
'Okay,' he replied, and released it.
'What do you want from me Jon?' I inquired; I used his name to show him I wanted this to be friendly.
'Got a drink for me Andrea?' was his reply, 'G&T?'
