Prisoner to Porn
Bored, Kalynn and her rich, useless boyfriend casually walked into La Femme porn shop on a chilly autumn night. They joked together as they stared at the wide array of crotchless panties, fuck-me pumps, and fishnet stockings. Kalynn walked up to the front counter and leaned over to look at body jewelry.
Kalynn had been considering getting her navel pierced, and she loved to look at the different rings that were available. Her breasts grazed the counter and her V-neck sweater dropped slightly at the shift in weight. The girl behind the counter came up and asked if Kalynn would like to see anything. Kalynn continued to examine the jewelry under the glass and shook her head no. She straightened in time to see the girl behind the counter avert her eyes away from Kalynn’s cleavage. A little uncomfortable at the female attention, Kalynn walked away to find her boyfriend.
She found him in front of the dildos. “Cute,” she chided. “Do you want one for yourself?”
Laughing, her rich, useless boyfriend held up a huge black latex penis. “This looks just like mine,” he told her.
She smiled and thought to herself, “Yeah, don’t you fucking wish.”
Kalynn continued to glance around the small corner, looking at plastic pussys and realistic looking dicks. She leaned over to get something from the bottom shelf. Her short, vinyl skirt rose slightly, revealing the lace tops to her thigh highs. Her rich, useless boyfriend’s jaw dropped, and the girl behind the counter raised one eye.
“Nice,” Sarah whispered to her boyfriend and coworker, John. “Very sexy. She would be an awesome playmate.” They both watched Kalynn, as she tossed her long, thick, auburn hair over her shoulder. She was about 5’8”, all leg. She did not have huge breasts, but they were perky, with hard nipples pushing against her cashmere sweater. She had huge green eyes full of wonder as she ran her french-tipped nail over the head of a fake cock. A flat tummy and creamy white skin completed the look of this vixen.
Sarah and John had a very interesting sex life. They loved to play pretend. They were both quite happy working at La Femme, taking home new toys to play with almost weekly. Sarah was short, pierced, and had a fetish for redheads. She was on the short side, about 5’4” tall. She was a blond herself, with short spiky hair and deep brown eyes. She loved to dress up in different roles. Tonight, she was the naughty schoolgirl, wearing a short plaid skirt, white oxford button down shirt, knee high white socks and shiny black shoes.
John loved her wild side. He would indulge from time to time with his own fantasy. He loved to dominate. Standing almost a foot taller than Sarah, he felt the height difference worked to his advantage. He dyed his hair platinum and wore blue contacts. He was somewhat lanky, with enough muscle on him to avoid looking completely ridiculous. John was strong. He loved pinning Sarah to the bed and fucking her hard.
Kalynn turned her head and caught the reflection of John and Sarah checking her body out. She flushed a deep red. Her rich, useless boyfriend announced he was ready to go. Kalynn moved to follow him out the door, but something caught her eye. She told him to go start the car, she would be out shortly.
The clock on the wall announced it was 9:00 p.m., closing time. Sarah looked at her watch and back at Kalynn. Kalynn muttered under her breath. Sarah did not hear what was said, but she knew Kalynn called her a dyke. Sarah moved to John’s side. She whispered something in his ear and moved to lock the door. Kalynn paid no attention to what she thought was a blatant move to try and hurry her out of the store. She continued to look around. In the background, Sarah lowered shades and turned off the neon lights announcing they were open. She shook her head slightly at John. Sarah and John had a plan and Kalynn was clueless.
John sauntered casually over to where Kalynn was standing. “Are you looking for anything in particular?” He asked her, his voice dripping with charm.
Kalynn looked at him and answered that she was curious about bondage. The response startled her. She had never said anything about this fantasy to anyone. He grinned, and led her over to a counter at the rear corner of the store. Leather strips and chains hung from a rack mounted to the wall. The glass counter held an assortment of steel handcuffs, glow in the dark plastic cuffs, feather handcuffs, and different novelty items. Kalynn laughed in surprise as she pointed to a pair of thick handcuffs lined in leopard print fleece.
“For your comfort,” John assured her as he removed them from the case.
Kalynn leaned over the glass counter and extended her wrists to him. John slapped the cuffs around her arms, and she brought them up to her face to examine them. Laughing, she offered her hands back to him to unlock. John looked her deep in the eyes and shook his head no. Smiling, she cocked her head and asked him to release her. Again, John shook his head no. He grabbed the chain connecting the cuffs together and yanked her over the counter. Kalynn let out a loud gasp in protest as John took a clip that was mounted to the wall by one of the thick chains she had noticed hanging there. He connected it to the cuff chain, pulling her hard against the top of the glass.
Kalynn was helpless, laid over the glass counter, her arms extended painfully in front of her. The edge of the counter dug into her abdomen, and her legs were pressed hard against the front of the glass. She struggled, trying to pull herself free, but to no avail. She was locked firmly in place. John kneeled in front of her and produced a roll of tape from a drawer under the counter. He stuck a thick piece of duct tape over her mouth. Panic rose in her as Kalynn realized she was in a lot of trouble.
Sarah came up behind her and lifted the back of Kalynn’s skirt to see her panties. Kalynn tried in vain to wiggle out of Sarah’s grasp, but Sarah just laughed at her. Sarah kicked Kalynn’s legs apart and pressed her own knee between her legs. She shoved Kalynn’s skirt completely over her hips and touched the waistband of the simple black bikini panties she was wearing.
“Not very sexy, whore,” Sarah told her. “These just won’t do.”
