Neclet

When I was eighteen, relatively young and naive, I worked in a corporate colossus type building in the city. The bottom three floors of the building had been converted to a mall, and an upper class one at that. I used to spend lunch time wandering around the mall, looking at all the expensive things.

I tended to sort these things into three broad groups. Group one, probably the largest, consisted of things I wouldn't buy in a fit. Who needs a stuffed elephant leg? Group two was things that might be very nice to have but what would you do with them? Finally came group three consisting of things I want, I want, I want, usually clothes or jewellery. Mind you, I did come across a set of dishes that I wanted. Bone china, very thin, hand painted with a dragon motif.

I got into the habit of looking through the window of one particular jewellery store almost every day. They had the best jewellery.

One afternoon as I was looking the store manager called to me.

"Good afternoon," he said. "You like my stuff?"

"What's not to like?" I quizzed. "You have the best stuff."

"Thank you. I do try. I have noticed you looking a number of times but I've never seen you inside. Feel free to come in and look around. No insult intended but at this stage of your life I have you targeted as a looker not a spender?"

I blushed at the implied question and nodded.

"Don't let it bother you. That may change as you grow older. As it is could you make sure not to impede genuine customers and staff when we're busy. In our slack times you can talk to me or other staff. Also your feedback on some items we show you would be appreciated. We always like customer feedback"

"You want feedback from me? But I'm not trained in that sort of thing,"

"Maybe not but I've seen you silently lambasting some items, what's wrong with that owl?"

He indicated a fat crystal owl.

"Too thick generally. He's not silent death from the sky."

"In other words too unrealistic. What's your name?"

"Julie."

"I'm Balrock. Owner and manager of Balrock's Jewellery. "

Over the next few months I got to know Balrock quite well. Everyone seemed to address him as that and I didn't know if it was his first or last name or purely a made up name/title.

The year advanced and the weather changed. I was wearing lighter blouses and skirts, the occasional breeze plastering them against me, showing off my figure. I didn't mind. I had a good one.

"Why don't you call by the shop after work," Balrock suggested one day. "There's something I want to show you."

I agreed and after work I stopped by his store. He was closed by this time, but was watching for me and let me in. We went to the back of the shop and he produced this lovely little necklet for me to look at.

"This is lovely," I confessed, really wanting one. "How much are they?"

He pointed to a stand in the store and I crossed to take a look. Several very similar necklets were on the stand with their prices discretely hidden behind the stand. My honest opinion was WOW.

"Very nice but a bit pricey for me," I said with a rueful smile.

"You never know. I own the place so I can always do a special price for a friend."

"One dollar and services rendered," Balrock said. "You get an official title proving ownership."

One dollar? I could do one dollar without so much as skipping a cup of coffee. Then the second clause reached over and tapped me on the shoulder.

"Um, services rendered?"

"Nothing too arduous," Balrock said with a smile. "You take off your clothes and just wear the necklet. I'll then make love to you to seal the deal."

I just stood there, trying to understand what he meant. He wasn't suggesting that if I had sex with him I'd get the necklet, was he? I found myself looking at the stand and the prices listed. Yes, those prices were still out of my league.

I looked down at the necklet in my hands. It was probably the nicest piece of jewellery I'd ever held. Balrock reached around from behind me, taking the necklet, lifting it, fastening it around my neck. It looked good.

"Let's see what it looks like against your skin," he said softly.

Reaching around me once more he started flicking open the buttons to my blouse. I was just standing there, letting him do it, watching how the necklet stood out against my cleavage and it looked as if it was made for me.

My bra was unclipped and fell away, my breasts swelling, my nipples standing out and in their own way complementing the full effect.

It was starting to seep into my mind that Balrock had no intention of stopping what he was doing. If I didn't stop him I was going to finish up naked and with a cock paying homage to me.

I was still dithering when my skirt was unfastened and dropped away, followed by my panties descending. Now I was truly naked except for that gleaming hypnotic necklet which lay just between the swell of my breasts, my breasts directing the eye towards the necklet and the necklet highlighting my breasts, a self-sustaining attraction.

I was going to stop him. Truly I was. I hadn't agreed to go even this far. I hadn't agreed to anything. I'd just sort of got distracted. I closed my hand over the necklet to stop it distracting me, just in time to show how well and truly I'd been distracted. His cock was already pressed against me, easing its way into me.

How the hell do you say no at a time like that? You don't, I quickly realised, feeling him sliding deeper. He drove all the way in and I didn't say boo, just taking him as deep as he wanted to go and that was more than deep enough.

The mirror I'd been looking in was on a bench and I was now bent forward over that bench while Balrock pumped hard into me. His hands came around me and he'd started fondling my breasts, something I could observe in the mirror.

I gained the impression that Balrock was in a hurry. He was certainly giving me everything he had just as fast as he could, thumping away at a great rate of knots.

Seeing I had no choice in the matter but I couldn't really call it rape I saw no reason not to enjoy myself. He was doing quite a number on me and my loins seemed happy enough with what he was doing so I just went along, bucking and pumping, letting him get his rocks off.

He hurried me along, pushing hard to ejaculate and have his little climax but wanting me to make one as well. We made it. At least, I did. I assumed that the frenetic jerking he was doing was him having one as well.

He pulled out and I was rather smugly thinking that wasn't too bad but it turned out he wasn't finished. As soon as he pulled out he was turning me around and leaning me back against the bench. That done he was driving into me once more, his cock seeming to be larger than ever.

Here I was, naked, pressed back against a bench, while a reborn erection was taking me as its first sacrifice. He held my knees well apart so that I would have a good view as he started in on me for the second time that night. I couldn't figure out what was going on. I mean, everyone knows men have to wait and recover between exertions. They have to. They don't just say screw you, done, again, but this is what Balrock appeared to be doing.

He drove in relentlessly and I had the doubtful pleasure of seeing his cock plunging deeply into me, trying to stake me. Trying hell. He was giving it to me hot and heavy, laughing at me of all things while I lay back, legs kicking in the air as he took his pleasure.

I started from a position of being aroused but replete and pushed into a status replete but with an urgently increasing arousal. He wasn't taking as long this time. I could tell by his actions that he was ready to go off again. I know I certainly was.

He finally pushed me over the edge and I climaxed in a big way. He was ejaculating before I went up in flames, the splash of his seed being enough to trigger me. My climax was so sweeping this time that I even passed out for a few moments.

That passing out was unfortunate as it left me helpless when Balrock moved on to dessert. I came out of my momentary daze to find I was now on all fours with Balrock kneeling behind me and already pushing home.

It finally registered on me that Balrock wasn't a man but a satyr and I was his chosen sacrifice for that night. He wasn't worried if I was matching his stroke this time. This time was all him. He drove into me repeatedly, having the time of his life. He'd pull back, pause, and thrust fully home again, totally oblivious to my feelings.

I had feelings alright and they were all snapping to attention as Balrock ravished me. I've heard it said that some girls react strongly to very dominant sex but I'd never thought I was one of them. The more forceful Balrock behaved the more aroused I became, craving his attention. (Not what you would call a healthy sexual dynamic but my body just didn't care.it wanted what it wanted and it wanted it right then and there.)

I climaxed again, big time, and then I think I must have passed out due to sexual exhaustion. I woke up lying on a rug, naked, my clothes neatly folded next to me. I hastily dressed, wondering how long I'd been there.

Looking around I found Balrock in the shop.

"Sleeping beauty awakes," he said with a smile. "You have a marvellous body and I thoroughly enjoyed your attentions."

My attentions? From where I stood he'd stripped off my clothes and then settled down to ravish me every way he could.

"I didn't agree to any of that," I grumbled.

"You didn't? Odd. It was you standing there without any clothes, wasn't it?"

"But I didn't take them off. You did."

"But you didn't try to stop me."

I sighed and shook my head. I wasn't going to win this. My letting him undress me was effective permission, I guess. I clutched the front of my blouse, feeling the necklet there.

"I suppose I owe you a dollar for the necklet," I groused.

"Waived as a courtesy," he said smiling. Reaching over he took a certificate from the counter and handed it to me. I hastily put it away, not wanting to take a chance of losing it.

Balrock escorted me out of the shop and I headed home with a skip in my step. I had acquired a very nice and quite expensive necklet, free of charge.

Balrock reached out a long arm and snatched up the ringing phone. "Balrock," he snapped.

"No. Just one last customer."

"No. Nothing like that. Other end of the scale. I found a way to use up one of those bits of costume jewellery. One of the necklets. Looks real as long as no-one appraises it. Customer was certainly happy with it."

"Certainly not. I wouldn't charge for that stuff. We agreed to one dollar and services provided and they were very nice services. No complaints from either of us."