When I was 18, just before college, (late bloomer, still skinny) I was fully in the swing of girls, cleavage, playboy magazines and full release; needless to say … I was jerking it quite often.
I use to go fishing a lot and recently got a largemouth bass as a pet. I would go into the neighborhood pet store and steal goldfish to feed to my fish, no kidding, I would actually put goldfish in my pockets and walk out of the store (cheap, huh).
The woman that ran the place seemed to keep to herself as I came in and occasionally purchased goldfish, but normally I would walk in and walk out. I heard she used to be a woman from our high school that used to be the cheerleader coach, but lost her job or got married or something. Attractive, maybe early 30’s, but never very social, I had never gotten a good look at her, yet.
As you entered the store the goldfish tank was straight ahead all the way in back of the store. The goldfish tank was HUGE; thousands of fish, so many that it was quite easy to reach you hand in, grab some fish and put them in your pockets. I started doing it as a joke, but feeding the bass the goldfish and watching the alley cats eat the goldfish was too fun to stop.
It didn’t seem strange to me because I had done it so often. Until the day she caught me.
She had set up a video camera to catch kids stealing some kind of fish tank cleaning solution that stoners would use to clean their bongs. She saw me doing something from the video surveillance monitor in the back of the store and pressed the automatic lock button on the only door to get out.
She came out yelling, stopped me, grabbed me by my arm and walked me to the back of the store. She was swearing the whole time about how much that cleaner stuff cost her and she had warned my friends, I kept my mouth shut in fear and embarrassment.
I walked past the surveillance monitor and saw that the place was monitored; I wondered how I was going to explain this to the cops and my parents (I still lived with them).
She told me to put my hands around a pole that was near the back corner, some kind of support beam, and lock my fingers together around the pole while she called the cops. As she did, I think I might have even said a prayer, since my hands were together, some how to get me out of this situation.
She got next to me and put a belt around my wrists on the other side of the pole and pulled the strap down tight and locked the buckle. My hands were now bound together behind this red, solid steel, support beam.
She said “I am going to make sure I have the evidence before I call the cops.” She was still behind me and told me to look forward, she reached her hand into my pocket expecting to find some bottle or something but, of course, she found some live goldfish…. She quickly pulled her hand out and shouted “WHAT THE FUCK? What is this?”… goldfish had fallen out of my pocket and are now on the floor flopping around.
In a panic, I completely buckled and told her the truth about how I would feed the goldfish to my fish. Thinking maybe honesty and truth would get me out of this situation. I was truly scared.
It seemed that she was almost laughing and shaking her head as she went over to a sink that was next to me and started to wash her hands. As she leaned over I saw a glimpse of her cleavage and realized that she had a beautiful set of breasts.
I am still shaking, trembling in fear about this scene; she was pumping some kind of “anti-bacteria” soap or lotion out of a bottle on her hands and lathering up, washing her hands, I thought. She looked over at me with a look I had not seen to often from a girl, let alone a woman that had my hands behind a pole strapped together with a belt, and said “Is that all you have, fish in your pants?” Still smiling.
“Yes,” I trembled out somehow.
“Are you sure?’ she said.
