Benjamin Franklin on Chad's hundred dollar bill stared at me. I wasn't a prostitute. I didn't want to be the girl that the guys passed around. Every time I opened my innocent pink Velcro wallet, I'd see him there looking back at me. I didn't want it. I wanted to suppress the memory of what happened behind the library and move on. Maybe I'd donate the money to some charity. But, on the other hand, I could sure use it...
As the semester wore on I kept to myself and didn't go out much, in hopes of avoiding running into Chad or Daniel again. Being the quiet introvert that I was, it wasn't hard to do. Daniel was in my Chemistry lecture class but I always tried to sit far away and left as soon as the bell rang. He wasn't too keen on attending class much anyway. It wasn't cool enough for him I suppose.
With midterms around the corner, I was on edge. This was my first semester of undergrad and I needed to have a good start. I studied day and night. Mom and Dad had saved everything they had in order to send me to school. There was no way I was going to disappoint them.
"Now don't study too hard, my dear." My mom said over the phone. "I'm sure you're going to do just fine. You need to take a break and do something nice for yourself once in a while." She was right.
I desperately needed to go do something fun and different. I needed to take my mind off of the stress of school, at least for a little while. What did Kristan do for fun? I looked around my room for a minute and saw my neatly organized shoe rack. Sneaker shopping! Oh it was way past time to add to my collection! How I'd love to go perusing through the latest Nikes and try some on. A new pair of shoes makes everything better.
Turns out, there was a sneaker shop within walking distance of campus. I put on my Wonder Woman tshirt and my favorite jeans. But what shoes to wear to the shoe store? Hehe, for being a tomboy, sneaker shopping brought out the girlie side of me.
I looked through my collection and came across a pair I purposely hadn't worn in a couple of months now... my black high top converses. These were the shoes that took my taxi driver's huge cum load and soaked it all up. I had avoided them because, even though the thought of what happened gets me wet every time, it was a memory I was trying to repress. The first time I felt like a slut.
I held the left shoe up to my face. The smell of the stranger's sperm was long gone but I could still vividly see him jerking his cock and hear him breath hard. I was kneeling in the back of his cab watching shot after shot of his creamy jizz spurt into my favorite shoe. I had spent the rest of the day with his cum between my toes... and I loved it.
My Catholic guilt kicked in hard. No! I did not love it! I shouldn't have enjoyed that. I'm not a slut. I'm no one's whore. In my anger I threw the shoes under my bed in an attempt to hide my shame. I put on some bright, highlighter orange ankle socks and my purple high top chucks and headed out.
The store was everything I had been hoping for. The bright lights. Walls upon walls of fresh kicks. The aroma of brand new rubber. However I had forgotten that I lived in New York now... the place was packed. People filled every aisle trying on sneakers, bumping into each other, walking around giving them a test run.
Small town, shy, timid, little me was overwhelmed. I really wanted some new shoes but there was nothing I hated more then a large crowd. I took a deep breath and wandered in.
I was too nervous to traverse any of the aisles so I just stayed at the front of the store eyeing some of the display cases. There was one shoe that caught my eye. A brand new color scheme Nike Air Max 270 that was gorgeous! It had shades of blue and orange and a bright orange heel to match. It would go so well with the socks I had worn today. After eyeing the collection for a bit, eventually a man came up to me.
"Good morning! Welcome to Sneaker Central! Is there anything I can help you with?" He spouted the usual employee customer greeting.
He was a slightly heavy set middle aged man with a mustache and a comb over. A real winner... mmhmm. His name tag pinned to his umpire shirt said 'Max the Manic Manager'. Good one Max. Bet he was real proud of that. *Eye roll*
Earlier when I said that there was nothing I hated more then a big crowd, I lied. Having to talk to complete strangers was a little bit higher on the scared scale for me. It was especially hard for me when talking to someone as energetic as Max.
"I see you've been looking at our new arrivals here. Is there one you'd like to try on, dear?" He asked in a little of a condescending voice.
"Can I try those in a 7 and a half?" I said timidly pointing to the orange and blue 270s. The room had so much commotion that it was hard for him to hear shy little me. He leaned in closer. I got a good whiff of the cheep cologne he was wearing.
"What was that my dear?" Why was he calling me that? I simply pointed and yelled "7 and a half." He nodded and ran off.
He came back with an orange Nike box. I was so gitty! I tried them on and loved them. Of course they fit the same as my others but these were new and fresh. I loved the colors. I smiled and he saw my joy.
"Want to wear them out of the store today?" I of course nodded happily and continued to admire myself in the mirror. My tight jeans stopped above my ankle so as to show off my socks and shoes perfectly. He put my purple chucks in the box and proceeded to ring me up at the register. Once I got a hold of myself I met him up at the counter.
"Your total is $175.99 today little miss." My eyes got real big. I was not use to the big city or their big city prices. I opened my little pink wallet and pulled out my Chad $100 bill. I held it up to him with a nervous grin.
"I'm sorry dear, I'm not haggling. The price is the price."
At that moment my phone started to ring. I held up my pointer finger to say 'one moment'. It was my mother. Why was she calling. I answered but couldn't hear her so I walked outside to get away from the noise.
"Sorry about that mom. What were you saying?" I said once I got outside. "I said, my dear, that your father and I want you to get away from your studies and have some fun and see the big city. We're wiring you some money. It should get to you tomorrow some time. Use it however you want, but go enjoy yourself, Kristan! We love you and miss you honey!"
The moment I got off the phone and looked up, someone grabbed my wrist and yanked me back into the store. It was Max, the Manager... he seemed as manic as ever.
"Haha! Gotcha you little twerp! I'm so tired of you kids!" What? What was wrong?
I was lead quickly to the back of the store, through the inventory room, through the employs lounge and into what appeared to be his office. He sat me down on his old plaid sofa.
"You kids think you can always get away with this, but I'm tired of it." What was he talking about? What had I done? I sat there with a confused look on my face. I was trying to make words but I was super intimidated by a man who looked to be my dads age.
"It's the oldest trick in the book. Try on the shoes, pretend to get a phone call and then never come back. Do you know how much money I lose every year to shoplifters like you?!" Shoplifter? I wasn't a shoplifter! But timid little me couldn't speak up for myself. Mr. Superiority complex kept going.
"I can't believe you! You looked so innocent too. Take those shoes off!" I jumped a bit in fear as he yelled that. I slipped my new favorite sneakers off and put them on his desk. I managed to get a little something to come out...
"I...I uh... I didn't mean... to..." I tried to explain myself but he wasn't hearing it.
"Oh of course! No one ever means to! Look kid. I'm going to call the cops and their going to sort it out." He lifted his phone to his ear and started dialing.
"No! Please don't!" I panicked. What was I going to do? "I promise I'm not a shoplifter. It was an accident." Trying to reason with him.
"I've got you on camera." He started playing the security camera footage. "See there! You just left the store with my shoes! What do you think the cops will say? Mmm?"
"I don't know, sir. Is there something I can do for you? I want to make things right?" I couldn't believe the words that came out of my mouth. I said them to mean, pay for the shoes or work for him or something. But he took that phrase to mean something entirely different. He shifted in his chair and hung up the phone.
"Something you can do for me you say?" He started looking me over. "Now we're talking..."I instantly became very self conscious. I knew what was going through his perverted head.
"Well... I mean..."
The office door was still open. I could've made a run for it. But I would've been down two pairs of sneakers, the ones I wanted to buy and my purple chucks were still in the box at the register. Still better then sitting in here. I thought about getting up, but he beat me to it. He walked slowly across the room and shut the door.
"There IS something you could do for me. I'm in desperate need of some relief... if you know what I mean, my dear." Of course I did. He leaned back in his desk chair and started playing with himself through his black uniform pants.
"What do you say?" He gave a long pause as we exchanged glances. I stared down at my hands and socked feet as I fidgeted nervously, not knowing what to say. He started to grab for the phone again.
"Stop! Okay... okay...fine"
Kristan? What the hell!? How do I always end up in this position? I walked over to him and got on my knees. His dirty office floor was cold and hard. He didn't unzip. He just looked down and smiled He wanted me to do all the work. He leaned back and put his hands behind his head. I looked down at his crotch and saw a tent starting to pitch itself.
"I don't have all day, kid." He put a hand on my shoulder encouraging me along. I unzipped his pants and stuck my small soft hand inside. It was difficult to navigate the fabric, but I carefully managed to get his semi-hard cock out into the cool air.
"Don't forget the balls now." He sat a bit more upright so I could fish his testicles out as well.
His package wasn't anything to write home about. His cock was straight but kind of short compared to the others I've seen. He was quite hairy which was a little unpleasant at first. His balls were low hangers who hadn't been emptied in a while. I leaned in slowly while looking up at him over my glasses and gently licked his cock head.
"That-a-girl. Mmm...
Show me what you've got." My inner slut suddenly turned on was more then happy to oblige.
