Charlotte was at work early the next morning. She started preparing the shop for re-opening at 10:00. Changing the lingerie on the models in the window and about the store, she made sure there were no signs of what had happened a few days before. Content, but not without a little trepidation, she unlocked the shop door at 10:02. With a nervous look about, she returned to her counter and to some invoices that needed checking. She was pleased when a couple of young women came into the shop, giggling as they looked at some of the raunchier lingerie. It was obviously their first time in a shop like this.
"If you need any help, please shout. I have most sizes in all that you see. A lot is one size fits all anyway." She smiled, sure in the knowledge that they would not buy anything and got back down to her invoices. After 10 minutes, she heard the girls giggling again at the back end of the shop, where she had the kinkier styles of clothing, rubber leggings, skirts and bras, bondage etc. She was pleased that she had these items in her stock, because it never ceased to surprise her, how many people seemed to want to buy it these days. Surprising her further, was that the girls returned to the counter with some items.
"We'd like these please?"
"Oh, ok. What a great selection. You do realise though, that because of the nature of them, I cannot accept returns? I'm sorry."
"Sure," the girls seemed pleased.
Charlotte wrapped them up and accepted payment, then said goodbye to the girls as they left. She had not realised that another customer had come in at the same time and was therefore surprised when she felt, rather than saw a presence at the counter before her. She looked up into a very beautiful, somehow familiar face, surrounded by lashings of dark-black hair in a messy bun. "Can I help you madam?" Charlotte said with her usual friendly manner. Her eyes dropping to the woman's wonderfully crafted breasts. Large, but not overly so, firm and rounded. She could see the erected nipples clearly through the tight top that the woman wore, and noted that both of the nipples had piercings as these too were very visible.
"Hello Charlotte," the woman responded in a deep breathy voice. "I guess you don't remember me then?"
Charlotte could not help her mouth from falling open, "Petra? Petra, surely that can't be you?"
"Surely the question should be," Petra continued in her husky, sexy voice, "are you pleased that it's me you see before you, or disappointed? I would suggest, by the look of your enlarged pupils, the flushing of the cheeks and neck, the way you checked out my breasts, and the way that your nipples are erecting; that you are having an arousal response. Which means that you are pleased to see me!" She smiled and ran her tongue seductively across her lips. "It would seem that my time spent at University, studying sexual psychology was not completely wasted? Now my dear, what to do?"
Despite herself, Charlotte was in absolute awe of this woman. The pure animal control that she exuded, the way her eyes ran over Charlotte's body, without a hint of embarrassment and certainly not attempting to hide that she was checking Charlotte out. Petra's clothing was thin to the point of transparency in some places. It left nothing to Charlotte's imagination, though she already knew what this woman looked like naked. Just as she knew that Petra had seen her naked too.
Petra's skirt was short, her legs, nylon clad were very long and muscular. The tattoos upon her thighs were complimented by the black tights, rather than detracted by them. Charlotte eventually found her voice. "What are you doing here? Do you not think you have humiliated me enough? You have exposed me to my customers, in what was a very compromising position, you have raped me with a sex machine, penetrated me with a strap on, that probably equally amounts to rape also, tied me up, twice now. What more do you want?"
"Oh, but Charlotte. You left out the best bits. Did you not come too? Did I not see you spray in orgasm onto the window, directly at that poor police detectives face? Did you not cry out each time my little toys entered you? And Charlotte, did you not use my machine again last night to achieve what looked like three orgasms?"
Charlotte's mouth fell open.
"Of course I was watching you. Why would I go to the trouble of setting something like that up without watching the outcome?"
"Look," Charlotte said flustered, "Daniel will be here in a minute, so I suggest....."
"Ah Daniel, yes we like the look of Daniel. What is he like, did he make you come as many times as I did?"
"He didn't.....that is we haven't....I mean...... Oh I don't know what I mean, he has a girlfriend already so didn't want to......"
"Oh my poor sweet thing." Petra leaned across the counter and placed her deep-red lips tenderly upon Charlotte's. This kiss was lingering, playful and for Charlotte, erotic and arousing. She pulled away. "No wonder you resorted to my little plaything last night. You must be gagging for some real cock?"
Charlotte was confused and flustered. 'Why hadn't she pulled back from the kiss? How had this woman got so much control over her? How did she seem to know so much about her love life and how could she see........ a camera! She had a camera, or cameras set up in her flat!' She looked into Petra's blue eyes. "Why did you ki....... You have cameras in my flat? That is how you know what I did last night."
Petra smiled. It was sardonic, "Why did I kiss you? Well because I wanted to see your reaction of course. You enjoyed it as much as I. Have I got cameras in your flat? Of course, in every room, especially the bathroom and bedroom. Now then, enough of this, let's get things set up, shall we?"
Petra wandered to the door and lock it, flipping the sign to closed. She then returned to Charlotte saying, "You want him don't you, this Daniel? Please don't try to deny it, I can smell that you want him, your fragrance fills the air. Besides I saw how you clung to him the other night, and how you looked after he rejected you. Not nice to be rejected is it Charlotte? Well, I shall arrange for you to have him, but it comes at a price which is non-negotiable." Charlotte seemed rooted to the spot and unable to respond.
