"What do you think of her?" I asked quietly.
My big brother and I were at Fisherman's Wharf, leaning back against the railing, Alcatraz standing tall and ominous in the distance behind us. We were watching the people passing by, and I nodded my head toward a young woman in a thin, white blouse and thinner white skirt, her black bra and panty both quite noticeable and causing many heads - male and female alike - to turn and track her as she sauntered along. Even a little girl of maybe four years old stopped and stared with her mouth agape as the white-clad woman approached us.
"Nice chest," my big brother commented softly, nearly in a whisper. "I think her breasts would look quite nice if they were each surrounded by a thin leather cord. Just think of how they would look bound like that and treated to a long, hard flogging."
"Very red and very marked," I responded, seeing that very image in my mind, my own breasts aching slightly as if they had minds of their own, remembering how they had received a similar treatment a few days earlier. I smiled to myself, and then noticed her subtle smile as she glanced directly at me.
At that moment, as our eyes met, I felt as if I knew her, as if I had seen her previously and had perhaps even chatted with her. But neither of us said anything as she continued on her way, the short skirt barely covering just enough of her lower body for her to legally walk in a public place.
"I think she likes you," my Master commented, adding a playful punch to my shoulder. I punched him in return, albeit not so playfully. Somehow, deep inside, I wanted to be punished that night.
I was, and my breasts were truly sore afterward.
*****
It was nearly midnight when she entered the video store. Wearing jeans, a t-shirt, and a denim jacket, I almost did not recognize her at first, and she did not seem to notice me at all as I knelt to restock a low shelf. I discreetly tracked her with my eyes as she returned a pair of DVDs to the main counter, then ascended the stairs purposefully, apparently knowing what she wanted to see... or at least which section of the store would provide something of interest for her.
I finished at the lower shelf and returned behind the counter, retrieving the box of adult DVDs to be restocked before disappearing behind the curtain. It was very nearly midnight, so the few remaining customers would be leaving soon and I could begin counting down the register.
I was again kneeling to restock the lower shelf of the lesbian section when I heard the subtle whisper of the curtain being brushed aside. A few seconds later, I saw her again, and she stood beside me, at least appearing to look over the DVDs on the upper shelves.
"Can you recommend something I might like?" she asked, her voice as smooth as silk and as captivating as a leather cuff. I could tell that her voice was natural, and could easily imagine men and women alike swooning whenever she opened her mouth.
"That depends," I replied honestly, putting another DVD into its place before standing before her. "What do you like?"
"Have you seen any of these?" she asked, gesturing generally to everything in the adult section.
"I have rented a few of them, yes," I replied honestly, although a little hesitantly. To speak about adult DVDs with my big brother and Master was almost as natural to me as sleeping naked with him virtually every night. To speak about adult DVDs with a stranger - even a cute stranger - was a little unnerving.
"For yourself or for your brother?"
That shocked me for a moment, but I could not tell if she was aware of my initial surprise at her comment. But then I reminded myself that we had seen each other at Fisherman's Wharf just two days earlier, so she would have seen my big brother and recognized the resemblance between us.
