I was stationed by the security monitors, eyes glued to the screen. It was a quiet day, save for the occasional rustle of a customer shifting from one aisle to another.
Then, I noticed a figure moving with a sense of purpose that didn’t quite match the casual atmosphere of the shop. A woman, maybe in her late twenties, with dark hair cascading in loose waves around her face. She wore a worn denim jacket over a plain white tee and jeans that had seen better days. Scuffed trainers completed her look, suggesting a life of hard miles.
She drifted into the lingerie section, her movements careful, almost slippery. Seeing her skimming through the rows of delicate fabrics told me all I needed to know. Her eyes were anxious, flitting around to ensure no one was watching. She picked up a lacy red bra and matching knickers, both understated but undeniably appealing. With a shaky hand, she tucked them into her bag.
My pulse quickened—time to act.
“Excuse me, miss,” I called out, keeping my voice even but firm. She froze, her face draining of colour. “Could you come with me for a moment?”
She didn’t resist. Her shoulders were slumped, her steps heavy as she followed me to the back office. Each footfall echoed in the narrow corridor, amplifying the tension between us. I opened the office door, and she walked in, eyes fixed on the floor. I followed, locking the door behind us. The click of the lock seemed to seal her fate.
“Let’s see what you’ve got in your bag,” I said, my voice taking on a no-nonsense edge. She hesitated, then slowly pulled out the stolen items, her cheeks reddening with embarrassment. The lingerie lay there—beautiful but tainted now by the circumstances.
“What’s your name?” I demanded, my tone sharp.
She flinched, her gaze still downcast. “Jill,” she murmured, barely audible.
I took a deep breath, trying to balance my power over her with the flicker of sympathy I felt. “Jill, do you realise what could happen here? I could call the police. You’d have a record, maybe even lose your job or home.”
Her eyes filled with tears. “Please, don’t,” she begged. I didn’t mean to cause trouble. I just can’t afford this.”
Her desperation tugged at something inside me. I leaned in closer, close enough to feel her shaky breath. “So, what are you willing to do to avoid that?”
Her eyes widened with fear and uncertainty. “Anything,” she whispered, voice trembling.
A dark thought crossed my mind. “Anything?” I repeated slowly, letting the word linger in the air. Her nod was almost imperceptible, but it was enough.
I straightened up, a hint of a smile playing on my lips. “Alright,” I said, a new edge to my voice. I won’t call the police, but you’re going to owe me. And I think you know what that means.”
She stared at me, confusion and fear mingling in her eyes. “What do you mean?”
I step closer, invading her personal space, our bodies almost touching. Her breath hitches as she feels my heart, my desire. Her pupils dilate, her body reacting instinctively to my presence.
“You know what I mean,” I say, my voice a low growl. I reach out, tracing a finger down her arm, feeling the goosebumps rise on her skin. “You’re going to make it up to me, Jill. And that means giving me what I want.”
She shivers, but she doesn’t pull away. Instead, she looks up at me, her eyes wide and vulnerable. “What do you want?” she whispers, barely audible.
“Surely you’re not dumb; I am a guy, and you are a girl, a woman, and we’re alone in this room. I think you can guess what I want.” I take a step closer.
“Do you understand now?” I ask, my words barely above a whisper as I gaze into her eyes, searching for any hint of resistance but finding only fearful submission. She nods, her lips trembling ever so slightly.
“Strip and bend over my desk; do that, and there will be no police,” I say as I undo my pants.
She complies, slowly peeling off her layers, each item revealing more of her trembling body. When she’s bare, she bends over my desk, her chest pressing against the cold wood. I step closer, my cock already hard and throbbing in anticipation.
The sight of her spread before me, her vulnerability and fear, sends a surge of power through me. I trace a finger down her spine, feeling her shiver. My cock twitches, eager to claim her.
I take a moment to appreciate the sight before me—her soft skin, the curve of her hips, the wetness glistening on her pussy lips. My cock presses against her entrance; I slide inside her pussy. Oh shit, it feels good.
I start fucking her from behind, and her phone rings, “answer it while I fuck you.”
“H-h-hel-hello,” she struggles to speak. I am pounding her hard, and she stammers.
“I-I am n-not um, doing anything; I am at t-t-the gym, oh fuck Mmmm, I-I do I do lo-love you ba-babe,” she’s a good liar.
I picked up pace pounding her poor cunt, making her stammer more and more.
“Don’t hang up, keep talking to him while I fuck you. I mean it,” I said, demanding as my cock slid in and out her wet minge. I hammered into her hard; surely she heard the slapping noises.
“Wh-what noises ba-b-babe, oh fuck, sorry, I am just… oh uh um…finishing my set, yeah the barbell is a little loud, sorry about that.” She managed to force the words out, fighting to keep her voice level and steady as I hit more profound and more brutal strokes, my hips slamming against her soft, rounded buttocks.
It sounds like she’s talking to her boyfriend; I grunt loudly on purpose as I pound into her pussy “Ungh.”
“I am not, I-I uhh fucking hell, I am not fu-fucking anyone,” she couldn’t speak as I ploughed her cunt hard.
Maybe I take it up a notch, “Ugh, yes, I’m just, uh, finishing my set,” she gasps, her voice strained and breathless. I can hear the desperation in her words and the futile attempt to keep up appearances as I take her to the brink of oblivion.
I reach around, finding her clit with my fingers. I circle it, rubbing in time with my thrusts. She bucks against me, her cries growing louder, more uncontrolled.
Her pussy clenches around me, her climax building, her breathing ragged. I feel my orgasm approaching, my balls tightening with the exquisite tension of release.
“Yes, I’m just, oh God, uh, almost done,” she whimpers, her voice breaking as she tries to maintain her deception. “H-has hung up on me, oh, um, harder.”
“Fuck, Jill, I’m going to come,” I growl, my hips pistoning faster, my cock hammering into her depths.
“Oh God, my pussy,” she cries, her body trembling, her words a chaotic jumble of panic and pleasure.
With a final, powerful thrust, I explode inside her, my cock pulsing and twitching as I fill her with my hot, sticky seed.
“Great, thanks; why did you make me answer and speak to him? He’s not stupid. He knows I was being fucked,” she was annoyed with me; I slid out my cock of her cum filled pussy.
“Because it was hot watching you take my cock while talking to him, I don’t give two shits. Now get dressed and fuck off, don’t let me catch you around here again, you fucking understand.”
Maybe I was a bit too harsh. ” Listen before you go here,” I said as I handed her the stolen lingerie.
“Keep them; let me take you out through the back entrance,” I said as I escorted her out.