Store Clerk

By SG

Anobody7@hotmail.com

       Let me tell you about a fun little session I had the other day. Hi my name is Jessica. I am a twenty year old five foot eleven blonde with a pair of D cup breasts. I work at the mall in a small store which is where my fun took place. The shop sells Goth clothing and other stuff related to Goth. Last week two of our workers quit which left us very under manned. And since I was the one who had worked there the longest I got stuck picking up the extra hours.

       It was Thursday morning. I woke up early that morning, mostly because I was dreading what the day would be like. Today I was scheduled to work the entire day. I was supposed to open and close the store which meant working from eight to eight. My only reprieve was from two to five when Steph was supposed to come in and help out. The high schools get out around two so those are usually our busiest hours. But on a Thursday there usually isn’t anyone in the store.

I really didn’t want to go into work today. I had just gotten a new harness for my toys and a couple of videos. My originally plans had included doing a little bondage this week but now that I was working the extra hours I didn’t have the time for it. It was while I was on my way out the door taking one last glimpse at my new toys when I decided that I could make work a little more fun. Turning around I headed back to the pile of goodies in my bondage bag.

Picking out the harness I savored the smell of the fresh leather. I decided to put it on right then and there. I pulled off my pants and underwear, then took the waist strap and buckled it down tight around my waist. Once I was happy with the fit I took a small padlock and locked the waist piece on. I then took the crotch strap, pulled it between my legs and loosely buckled it on but didn’t lock it. Taking a second lock I opened the lock and placed it into my purse then took both keys and left them on my dinning room table.

I was about to put my pants and underwear back on but I thought about the underwear and decided I didn’t really need them. I picked up my pants to put them on then started thinking about outlines. The pants I had were very tight and would show the belt underneath. This wouldn’t work so I went back into my room to find something else. In my closet I found a pair of jeans that were a baggy casual fit. These defiantly wouldn’t show my belt underneath. But right next to the pants was one of my summer skirts. The skirt would go down to my mid thigh. It was just a loose white skirt that I normally wore with a pair of shorts underneath. But the idea of people seeing me was getting me really turned on. I decided to throw caution to the wind as my hormones took over and put on my skirt but with no shorts. With that I left for work.

       I drove nearly straight to there. There was one stop that needed to be made. Pulling my car into the local adult store I parked and got out. I went into the store and over to the wall that had all the various dildos on display. Knowing exactly which one I wanted I picked up the six inch long, one inch wide vibrating dildo. The truly important part of this dildo was that it had a wireless remote control for it. I walked up to the counter with my purchase in hand. On the way to the check out counter I passed the anal toy section. There was a remote control anal plug there as well but it was more expensive and I figured this would be enough for now. But it did get my creative juices going thinking about the next time around.

       Once I had purchased my new toy I headed off to work. I used a side entrance to get into the mall which let me into the back entrance of our store. When I got into the store it was eight ten. I was late opening the store but I didn’t think anyone would notice. There weren’t that many people in the mall but I knew the longer this took the greater the chances would be that I would be discovered. And so I put my plan into motion.

The first thing to do was fix the remote to the vibrator. Using a small tool kit we had in the shop I popped off the panel on the remote control. It was a simple design. There was a slider dial to control the intensity and a simple button to control the on and off signal. When you pushed the button it connected a circuit which sent a signal to the computer chip which would radio the signal to activate the dildo. To turn the dildo off you would push the button again closing the circuit again sending a new signal to the dildo.

With the panel to the remote off I walked over to the entrance of the store. The gate was still down so no one could come in and the lights were all off so chances are no one could see me yet. The thing I was interested in was the inferred sensor at the entrance that when someone broke the laser beam it would activate a chime sound letting us know that someone had come in or had left the store. The sensor was hidden behind a clothing display so I didn’t have to worry about people seeing what I did to it.

Using the tool kit again I pulled off the panel to the sensor. I quickly found the wires that led into the tiny speaker and disconnected them. I then took the remote to my new vibe and connected the button wires to the sensor wires that led to the box. Now when someone walked in instead of sending a signal to the speaker the sensor would send a signal to my remote which would turn on my vibe. When they walked out it would turn it off again. This way any time someone was in the store I would be teased in my most sensitive place. I figured this would give me a whole new appreciation for customers. Looking at the control I slid the dial about a quarter of the way up. I had a long shift ahead of me so having the vibe turned to max and having an orgasm every time someone came in would be a bit much.

The last thing to do was get the dildo put away. I walked to the back of the store and ducked down behind a rack of cloths making sure I was out of sight of the security cameras. I dropped my skirt down to the floor and unbuckled the crotch belt. While I was in the adult store I had gotten one of those small one time samples of lube which I now used to grease the tip of the dildo. With the dildo greased up I slid it all the way into my cunt.

I don’t think it has ever felt so good to stuff myself with a dildo. Of course I have never done it before in a store at a mall. By the time I got it all the way in, my pussy was on fire. I wanted to just fuck myself to an orgasm right there. It took all my will power not to do just that. Before I lost control of myself I pulled the crotch strap between my legs and refastened it in the front of the belt. God it felt good as the strap thrust the dildo even further inside of me. I pulled the belt a couple of more notches before I buckled it. The strap spread my ass cheeks and dug into my tender vagina splitting my lips. I took the lock out of my purse and quickly closed it on the crotch strap. I was now stuck at work till the end of my shift with a dildo locked inside of me. I pulled my skirt back on and opened the store eagerly awaiting my first visitor.

       With the store open there was nothing left to do but go about my job like it was a normal day. I desperately wanted to walk over to the entrance and trip the sensor but I made myself wait. I haven’t yet experienced the pleasure of having the dildo turned on but I wanted it to come as a surprise. I licked my lips thinking about the dildo springing to life for the first time right as someone walks into the store. Being outside my house with a dildo in my pussy was exciting enough. In a short time I would have my first experience talking to someone face to face while I was plugged. I wanted that experience to be over the top exciting by adding my first in public pussy vibration to the mix. My lips were quivering in anticipation of what was about to come.

Let me tell you I have never had so much fun walking around a store refolding cloths. Every time I moved the dildo would move inside of me. My concentration was so distracted that I could barely manage to fold clothes. In addition to the stimulation of the cock inside me I found as I walked the skirt would move around across my bare butt reminding me I had nothing on underneath. My heart fluttered with excitement thinking of someone catching a glimpse of my naked ass or even more exciting if they actually managed to see the leather strap running between my legs. I was standing in the back of the store folding cloths that were on a table when the object inside of me sprang to life. I nearly jumped out of my skin. With my back turned to the entrance I didn’t know someone was walking into the store till the dildo informed me. On occasion I’ve had customers surprise me because I didn’t hear the chime but there was no way I was going to miss this signal today.

The girl that walked in spent about five minutes in the store looking at things before she came up to me and asked if she could try some stuff on. I was chastised in public and being teased by the active toy. It took all the concentration I could muster to tell her yes and show her where the dressing room was. She also asked if I could help her with the corset she wanted to try on. I said yes since it was my job and walked to the dressing room to help her. The effect of the dildo moving with each step was even more predominant now that it was vibrating inside of me. My walk was jerky and I kept sucking in my breath with each step.

The girl was not shy at all because by the time I got to the dressing room she had her shirt and bra off and the corset was on. The corset had an under bra which had her breasts pushed up but still left them exposed. I tightened the corset and tied it for her so she could see how it felt. The whole time I was getting more and more turned on. I had never found girls to be attractive before but with the dildo buzzing away inside of me I was just completely turned on to the point I wanted to fuck anything I could get. By the time she left the store I was so turned on I would have done anything she asked if I could have gotten fucked for it. When she left the dildo was turned off and I was cooling off a little.

I was beginning to think I had bit off more than I could handle. The store had only been open for forty five minutes and I was already wanting to tear this belt off and shove anything I could get into my sex to fuck myself to an orgasm. Hiding in the back of the store I slipped a hand under my skirt and tried to reach my clit but the belt prevented it. I was actually shocked that I had no way to touch myself. At the start of the morning I had to use all my will power to keep my fingers out of my pussy and stop myself from making myself orgasm. Now I desperately wanted to cum but I couldn’t. The belt blocked all my attempts. With great dismay I realized I had no way of relieving my growing passions till the end of the day when I reached the keys sitting at home. I almost panicked thinking about being stuck on this emotional high with no release in sight. I briefly considered going to the front of the store, grabbing the remote and cranking the vibe to high till I found the relief I desperately wanted but knew there was too much of a chance that someone would see me grabbing the remote. All though the remote was here in the store with me it was just as untouchable as my keys. I wouldn’t be able to grab that till the store was closed and no one was wandering around outside.

Overall the day just seemed to drag on and on. People were walking in and out of the store looking at stuff then leaving. I was getting buzzed on and off all day leaving me a very horny, frustrated girl. It was to the point that people started picking up on how overly sexual I was acting. There were two different girls that came in and flirted with me for nearly a half hour each. The vibrator was driving me wild but it wasn’t strong enough to push me over the edge. The two girls each left me their phone numbers and later in the day a guy did the same thing. If I wasn’t locked into the belt I would have thrown them into the changing room and had wild sex with them right there.

When people weren’t coming into the store I found myself passing the time watching the people walking through the mall. Girls and boys alike I stared at them and craved to feel their naked bodies pressed against mine. It should be pretty apparent that I’ve always had a very high sex drive seeing as at twenty I already have a goodies bag of sex toys and by the fact that I actually bought myself a locking chastity belt to wear. Along with my high sex drive I was also gifted with an enormous amount of self control. I have always been able to suppress my sex drive in public and have managed to completely hide my kinky tendencies from everyone. That self control was quickly eroding away though. I’ve always been a sex kitten with seriously bottled up feelings. Now there wasn’t a bottle big enough to contain the emotions I felt right now and the calm composure I usually maintained was rapidly melting.

By the time two rolled around I was a mess. The back entrance opened and closed. I turned around to see Stephanie as she walked in and realized I probably wasn’t going to be able to hide what was going on. Actually when I first looked at her I realized she kind of looked hot which made things even worse. I had no idea what I was going to do.

Store clerk

Chapter 2: Remote Holder

By SG

Anobody7@hotmail.com

       Stephanie came in wearing a black t-shirt that was at least a size too small for her which was often her standard. The back shirt hugged her curves and stopped short of covering her midriff thus displaying the blue barbell that pierced her naval. The words porn star were written on the shirt and thrust out by Steph’s boobs. Black was the style of Steph’s attire. Along with the black shirt was a pair of black platform boots which were mostly covered by the leggings of the tight fitting leather pants she was wearing. Steph wasn’t fully into the Goth scene; instead she used her outfits to entice whoever she met while at work. Steph was a flirt and a tease with nearly everyone she came across. Even the “ugly” as she put it were fun to play with. I found myself greatly relieved that she had entered through the employee entrance and not the front of the store. Had she come in through the front I would have been in for a very long shift.

       Once she had clocked in she headed in my direction. The conversation started with the usual pleasantries. Steph and I weren’t necessarily friends but that isn’t to say we didn’t get along with each other. Steph is very out going and two years older then me. She spends most of her time either out at parties or out at the bars. I’m still a minor which drastically limits my social activities and the parties she goes to I would be afraid to be seen at. Although I think I would enjoy them I just couldn’t ever admit in public I was into that type of scene. Since we didn’t have a lot in common we never started a friendship outside of work.

It didn’t take long for Steph to pick up on the fact that I was a little out of it and more run down than I normally was. Of course I lied to her. I told Steph I hadn’t gotten enough sleep. The simplest lies you can come up with are usually the best to use. Before she had a chance to inquire further I asked her about her night. With Steph it was almost guarantied that she had been out doing something. She regaled me with a story of how she had gone out to a bar and danced with all these cute guys. Knowing her I figured there were probably a few cute girls in that crowd as well but I wasn’t going to push that point today.

I found myself getting more and more into the story as she told it. Dancing and grinding with a bunch of strangers all of whom were hot. The first thing I wanted to do when I turned twenty one was head to the bars with Steph.

Midway threw describing the person she was dancing with I sucked in my breath. I was so transfixed on the toned abs she was describing that I was caught completely off guard by the sudden short burst of vibrations deep within me. There were two kids that had just walked into the store and tripped the remote. Turning back to Steph I saw a puzzled look on her face. But before she had a chance to ask the question I didn’t want to answer I walked away and helped the people who had just entered.

The pair turned out to just be wandering in to check things out and left shortly after they came in. I knew I wasn’t going to be able to avoid Steph but I still didn’t want to answer the question I knew was running through her mind. Instead of going back to her to pick up were the conversation had been interrupted I headed for the counter making a small show of checking sales receipts. 

       It wasn’t long before Steph was back by me. Again, I didn’t give her the chance to ask me anything. I got her to go back to her story with out having to push to hard. Steph went back to her story and I listened leaning back against the counter. Listening to Steph I was facing her looking towards the back of the store. When her eyes shift and looked past me I again sucked my breath in and jumped a little. Someone new had entered the store.

       “What’s with you today?” Steph asked.

       “It’s nothing. I’m just a little jumpy today that’s all.”

       “Jumpy I can understand. But why are you so jumpy whenever someone comes in? You can’t even see them coming with your back turned.” Steph’s mind was turning. She didn’t know what was going on but she knew something was up.

       “Steph it’s nothing, I just don’t feel very good today, that’s all.”

       Steph let it go at that and went over to help the girl that had walked in. I stayed where I was trying to calm my body down. When the girl finally left I was able to regain my focus with the vibrator ceasing its torment. Steph was going over some stuff on one of the racks which came as a welcomed relief to me at the moment. I went back to work going over the sales receipts trying to keep as busy and focused as I could.

       My work and focus were shattered as the dildo inside of me sprang to life. The vibrations were immensely stronger this time. These weren’t the subtle vibrations I had before. These were full blown buzzing, vibrating my entire stomach. I could actually hear the sound of the toy trapped inside of me. Then the toy died just as suddenly as it had started. Looking at the entry way, there was Steph with the control in one hand and the biggest grin I’ve ever seen across her lips. She immediately came over to me.

       “So you say you aren’t feeling so good? Didn’t get enough sleep was it?” Steph said with a gloating tone.

       There was nothing for me to say. Steph had it all but completely figured out by this point. Besides, I was far to mortified to speak.

       “Of all the people I know, I never thought you of all people would be into something like this.” Turning the vibe on and slowly turning the intensity up, she watched as I squirmed in front of her. Once it was all the way turned up she turned it off.

“It’s obviously by that dull buzzing you’ve got some kind of vibrator buried down there,” Steph said. She turned her attention to the remote. “That was pretty genius the way you rigged up the remote to that sensor. That must have really made your day interesting getting teased every time some one comes in.”

“Oh yeah. You can definitely say that again.” I said very sheepishly.

“So, come on, what are you waiting for? Lift up your skirt already. I want to see what you’re playing with.”

       At first I didn’t know what to do. The best I could come up with was to say “I can’t.”

       “Sure you can. It’s just us girls in here. I’ve got the control to it right here so I know you’ve got something under that skirt of yours. You know it would be pretty easy for me to force you to show it to me. All I need to do is crank up the intensity, turn it on and leave it till you can’t take any more. Eventually you’re going to have turn it off at the source or pull it out, what ever the case may be I’m pretty sure it won’t take long before your skirts up and I get to see what you’ve got.” She thumbed the controls as she said it.

       “Don’t do that, pleeeaaase.”

       “Come on, I just want to see what you’re playing with.” Flipping the control to low she turned the vibe on. “I know exactly how that’s got to feel like right now. I can see it all over your face. But you could probably last all day with it like this.” She turned the intensity up. “But I bet you can’t last to long once we get to a higher setting.”

       “Steph please turn it off.”

       “Just show it to me. That’s all I want is to see what it is. I think it’s really hot what you’re doing. I just really want to see what kind of toy you’re playing with. I don’t want to embarrass you but I got a feeling that’s what’s going to happen if I don’t turn this off soon. All you have to do is lift up your skirt and slide the toy out a little so I can see how much you stuffed in yourself.”

       “Steph you don’t understand, I really can’t show you. Please turn this thing off.”

       “Why can’t you show me?”

       At this point I was desperate. If she didn’t turn it off soon I was going to have an orgasm that might bring half the mall into here. “Its locked in place and I don’t have the keys with me.”

       That did it. Steph turned the vibe off leaving me resting against the counter panting heavily. When I caught my breath I then told Steph how the morning had started and how I got to where I was. This didn’t get me out of lifting my skirt up in the middle of the store but it was better then having to suffer through unending vibrations.

       Steph knelt down in front of me while I held the skirt up around my waist. We were in the back of the store away from the security cameras which focused there attention on the cash register. My body was filled with excitement again; more so even than when I had first started this. We were behind a rack of clothes so no one outside the store could see any thing below my chest. I was transfixed on the entrance of the store just waiting for someone to come in.

       Steph gave a gentle tug on each lock ensuring that they were indeed locked on. When asked where the keys were I told her the truth. She walked around behind me to check out the back of the harness. She lifted my skirt up even higher so she could see the waist belt. I felt fingernails run down my butt cheek.

       “That must feel interesting having your ass cheeks spread like that from the belt. Which by the way I have to say this is a very cute butt.” The fingernails left and Steph gave me a soft spank. She walked over to the counter then returned while I stood there holding my skirt up almost around my chest. She then returned to my front and kneeled down out of sight of anyone else.

Her fingernails caressed my stomach then made their way down over the waist belt and on either side of the crotch strap. I spread my legs out as her fingers continued on their path till they were between my legs. She tried to slide a finger under the belt and into my sex but the strap was too tight. It denied her just as it had me. Fingernails softly caressed my skin as she traced the sides of the strap up and down my crotch. I bucked my hips slightly back and forth in rhythm with her playful fingers. If I was hot before I was on fire now. My pussy was again being teased as the dildo came to life. I moaned as she increased the speed of the dildo.

Stephanie held her palm flat on my pussy and with force pushed her hand up into my crotch forcing the dildo deeper inside. With only the leather strap separating her hand from the buzzing monster inside me Steph could easily feel the strength of the vibrations. My jaw dropped and a high pitched squeal escaped as she turned the vibe to full as she continued to feel its strength in her palm. I could see people going left and right as they passed by the store. My mind was racing at this point. It was filled with the thoughts of being so exposed in a mall while my sexy coworker, with her knowledge about her own body, put mine into overdrive. I closed my eyes letting my mind run wild with visions of fantasies I suddenly wanted to be living out. Steph was at the center of a lot of those fantasies. I’ve had fantasies that involved other women before but never in my life have I thought anything like this. Then she stopped.

“Well it defiantly looks like this mischievous device has done a number on you. You are absolutely oozing with juices you are so horny.” With tender care Steph used the Kleenex she had grabbed from the counter to wipe up the juices which were covering my inner thighs. Then she pulled my skirt out of my hands and pulled it back into place, smoothing out the wrinkles in it. Standing back up she stared into my eyes, only a few inches away from my face. She had a look on her face I can only describe as being naughty, seductive and caring all in one. Her lips were slightly parted, pulled back in a slight grin. The grin was dropped as her lips puckered and she kissed the air, then it was back. “I think we are going to have lots of fun.”

We spent most of the next two hours talking about my sexual experiences. Most of the conversation was about what it was like today being in public. Steph would occasionally play with the vibe. As she told me about some of her encounters with guys she would tell me how good it felt emphasizing the point by turning the vibe on and thumbing the intensity knob up. When people came into the store she would send me over to talk to them while she played with the remote. She would catch me in mid sentence turning the dildo on with the intensity set to the max. Then she would lower the intensity till the dildo was slowly vibrating.

As five neared and Steph’s shift was ending she asked me for something I wasn’t prepared for. She asked me for my keys. At first I wasn’t sure I wanted to give them to her. But as she began to increase the intensity of the vibrations within me I quickly gave in. When Steph clocked out and started to leave the dildo inside of me was still vibrating on a low setting. As Steph walked out of the store she played with the remote increasing the intensity. I stood behind the counter in horror as she walked out of the store and the vibrations continued to increase. By the time Steph was all the way out of the store and out into the main concourse of the mall the vibe was at full strength. I was bent over the counter, my legs too weak to support me. Steph had disappeared leaving me with no way to alleviate my torment. But Steph reappeared at the entrance and turned off the demon inside of me.

“Don’t worry; I wouldn’t leave you like that. I’ll be back in a little bit so I’ll see you later.” With that Steph was gone.

       It was five forty when the sudden buzz of my vibrator announced to me that Steph was back. She came strolling back into the store grinning from ear to ear. She came in through the main entrance of the store with the control to the vibrator in hand. Under her arm was a package wrapped in a brown paper bag. The name on the bag was the same as the adult store I had been to that morning. She came directly up to me playing with the speed knob on the remote.

       “I picked some stuff up for you while I was out. Head over to the changing rooms and get in.”

       “Steph I can’t I’m supposed to be watching the sttt.. oooooore.” As I tried to speak Steph turned the vibe all the way to full then turned it back down before I could get too excited.

       “I could just leave that toy running at full speed and leave. That should make the rest of your night a little more interesting. And I still have your keys anyways so with out me you can’t even get into your own house or your crotch.” With that Steph grabbed my arm and lead me back to the changing rooms and pushed me in one.

       I wanted to argue with her but at the same time there was an overwhelming excitement building in me.

       “Ok Jessica, first I want you to take off all your clothes and pass them to me.”

       “Steph, I can’t walk around naked in the store.”

       “Pass me out your clothes then I will give you something else to wear,” she replied.

       I slowly started pulling off my shirt. Once my shirt was off I removed my bra. The air felt cold and my nipples were erect from the growing excitement. I slid the skirt off my hips and let it drop to the floor. I stepped out of the skirt then bent down and picked it up. The crotch belt moved and dug in a little deeper as I bent over. The vibrator’s presence was very notable now. Thankfully Steph was keeping it set very low. If she turned it up all the way again I knew I would lose control of my body. It also kept this desperate need inside of me to orgasm going strong and overriding any other thought process. I bundled all my clothes together then handed them over the door to Steph.

       “I said all your clothes, that means shoes too.”

       I bent over again and took off my shoes. Once again I was distinctly aware of the phallic object inside of me. I handed my shoes over to Steph and stood in the changing room completely naked with the exception of a few straps of leather held on my waist with two locks.

       “Ok first we need to add onto your current getup,” Steph said as she slid the bag under the door. “Every thing you’ll need is in there.”

       It scared me to even think of what she might have gotten but I was now standing naked in the store with only the changing room door to conceal me. I opened up the bag to look inside and see what kind of fate Steph had in store for me. I was filled with a mixture of emotions. The first thing I saw when I opened the bag was a butt plug. I picked it up and looked at it. It was medium sized with an opening in the bottom for batteries. The batteries were already in place. I couldn’t see any way to turn it on which meant Steph must have gotten one of the remote control types like I was looking at earlier. I dug deeper in to the bag to find a small one time sample of lube and two keys. It was obvious what Steph had in mind.

       I tried the keys and used the one that fit to remove the crotch strap lock. I dropped the lock on the floor. I then got down on my knees and bent over. Grabbing the lube I picked up the butt plug and spread the lube all over it. I unbuckled the crotch strap and let if fall and hang between my legs. The plug in my pussy immediately started to slide out of me. Using one hand to hold the dildo in my pussy in place I reached around with the my other hand which held the other plug till it was poised in place with the tip of the plug just touching and parting my butt cheeks. The lube felt cold on my skin. I pressed the plug against my puckered ass hole and gasped as the tip slid in. I paused for a minute letting the spasms and pain in my now stretched ass subside. I had the plug half way in when Steph opened the door and came in.

       “Come on, hurry up. You have to get back out there. You’re still on the clock you know.” With that said she pushed the back of my hand shoving the plug all the way in. I bit my lip to keep from screaming out as my ass muscles desperately tried to close but were held open and stretched by the plug. She grabbed the waist belt and lifted me up till I was standing. I couldn’t do anything but stand there frozen with my arms at my sides panting with two plugs stuffed in me, slowly sliding out. My ass had really hurt from being stretched open so quickly but was slowly getting used to the full feeling. Steph picked up the lock and keys sitting on the floor. She then used the keys to unlock and remove the remaining lock on my belt. I wanted Steph to turn both vibes on full then fuck me with them till I cummed so hard I couldn’t stand up.

       But that wasn’t what she had planned. As soon as the lock on the waist belt was removed she pulled the belt a few more notches tighter to better constrict my waist. Steph placed a new lock in the hasp to hold the belt on but only after showing me it was a five digit combination lock currently set to all zeros. She then quickly reached between my legs and grabbed the crotch strap. Pulling it through my legs she gave it a tug shoving both plugs deep inside of me and lifting me onto my tiptoes. She kept pulling and pulling up on the strap letting it dig deep into my skin. Once she was satisfied with it she put it through the buckle then slipped another combination lock through the hasp. Even after she let go of the belt I was still standing on my toes. I felt like I was being split in two and stuffed at the same time. I was still standing on my toes when she opened the door and left the changing room.

       I heard Steph messing around in the store, and then I heard her helping a customer. I was beginning to wonder if she planned on leaving me naked in the changing room till the store closed. I looked down at the locks Steph had used on the chastity belt and realize with out the combinations the only way to get them off would be to try all the combinations till I found the right one. But with five digits that meant there were one hundred thousand different sequences. When she came back into the changing room I was kind of wishing she would have left me in there till the end.

       The clothing she had for me was straight off the racks of the store. She had knee high black leather boots. The boots have a two inch platform plus four inch heel. Each boot used five different straps to hold the boot on, each of which could be secured with locks I suddenly realized. She also had a black leather super mini skirt but the worst was the top. Of course it was made of black leather as well. It was a very strict over busted corset with a thick leather strap running up the back of the corset to a tall posture collar. The collar itself was adorned with a large D ring in the front. For added restriction the corset had two straps running from the back of the corset over the shoulders and back round under the armpits forcing the wearer’s shoulders back. And that wearer was about to be me.

       The first time I ever saw someone try on that corset I nearly creamed my underwear. The girl who tired it on did it on a friendly dare from a companion. Only with her friends help was she able to get laced into it. Her waist was heavily constricted by the tight lacing. The corset kept her back perfectly ridged while the upper straps pulled her shoulders back leaving her chest prominently thrust out and on display. The posture collar kept her chin up giving her an elegant posture but not a very comfortable looking one. I always wanted to try on the corset for its restrictive features but never could figure out how to put it on myself. In my wildest fantasies I never dreamt of actually wearing something like that in public.

Steph immediately went about helping me into the corset. She lifted it up over my head then lowered it down onto me. It was tough getting into it even with all the laces loosened. Once it was on me Steph went about lacing it up, pulling the slack out and constricting my waist. Immediately the corset lifted my boobs giving me a huge amount of cleavage. My breasts were barely covered with the cups that went just high enough to cover my nips. When Steph finished lacing the corset my waist had been reduced by a couple inches and I found I had to take short breaths to breath. She then flipped the collar around in front of me then pulled it back around. Pulling the strap on the collar tight around my neck she buckled it in place. I was left looking straight forward with no mobility to look in any other direction. The thick strap in the back connecting collar to corset kept my neck pulled back. Once she had the collar buckled she placed a lock through it.

Moving to my shoulders she pulled each strap over and under individually. As she pulled them tight my shoulders were forced back by the straps pushing my chest out even further and removing a lot of the mobility in my arms. Again, once each strap was in place and on tight she placed a lock though their hasps and secured them in place. She then went back to the laces pulling them even tighter. My waist was being pushed inward putting more pressure on the two plugs inside of me. The dildo in my pussy was still slowly vibrating and its effects were being amplified. Once she had tightened the laces as much as she could she tied them.

Built into the back of the corset, stitched just out side of the right side eyelets for the laces, was a leather flap that ran up the entire corset. Steph took the leather and pulled it across the laces to connect it to the zipper on the left side. She pulled the zipper all the way up so that the leather flap was covering the strings on the corset. When the zipper was all the way up she slipped yet another lock though the zipper and a small D ring just above the zipper. The corset had plenty of D rings placed all over it for things to be connected to.

The next step that Steph had for me was to get the mini skirt on. She placed it on the floor in front of me and had me step into it so she could slide it up my legs. It wasn’t easy to get on even with the zipper undone in the back. She struggled to get the skirt over my hips. After she had gotten the skirt up she pulled the zipper up. As the zipper closed the skirt pulled even tighter around my hips and squeezed my butt cheeks together. With the zipper all the way up Steph placed a yet another lock onto me. This particular lock went through the zipper on the skirt and a small D ring on the back of the corset.

Once she had the skirt around my hips she smoothed out all the wrinkles playing particular attention to smoothing out any wrinkles on my butt. Her fingers slid across the leather and onto my bare skin. The mini skirt stopped just below my butt cheeks. With the outfit on she went about putting the boots on me. Once she had the boots on my feet I found I had trouble balancing. I had grown six inches with the boots. Steph pulled each strap tight and put a lock through each one, five to a boot. I could barely move my ankles with these boots on. There was no way I was going to be able to walk very well.

“Ok, now that your dressed it’s time to get back to work,” Steph said as she walked out of the changing room.

       I took a few test steps in the boots and nearly fell over immediately. With the limited mobility that the corset left me I had to bend forward at the waist to catch my balance. As I bent forward the corset pulled on the zipper on the back of the mini skirt hiking it up a little leaving the bottoms of my ass cheeks exposed. I reached behind me as best I could and pulled the skirt back down. Had I bent all the way forward the skirt probably would have come up around my hips. I realized I wasn’t going to be able to sit down without having the skirt come all the way up around my waist.

       I cautiously stepped out of the changing room. Steph was casually walking around the store purposefully picking clothes up like she was interested in them then putting them back down unfolded.

       “You’d better get back to work Jessica. I wouldn’t want you to have to stay after tonight to tidy up.”

       And that was how the rest of the day went. I would stagger over to the table where Steph had just been to tidy up. It isn’t easy to fold clothes on a table that is at waist height when you are dressed like I am. Steph chose to primarily go after clothes in the front of the store. She especially took a liking to the small display that was only a few feet high in the very front entrance to the store. It faced the entrance which left me facing away from the entrance to get to it. I bent my knees as much as I could but I always had to bend forward to look down and see what I was doing. Each time I leaned forward the skirt rode up exposing my ass cheeks to anyone that walked by the store. My heart pounded with every foot step I heard. My heard nearly jumped out of my chest when Steph suddenly turned the plug in my rear to full for a few seconds before shutting it off again.

       Steph played with the vibe in my pussy constantly but chose to turn the one in my rear on only occasionally. When ever Steph had me fixing something where I was bent over she would play with the vibe in my twat pushing the intensity up. I would stay there bent over with my bum exposed while a climax grew but right as I would get close she would turn the vibe back down to low. I was left exposed and frustrated every time.

       The climax of work, for Steph anyways, came when two girls came in looking for clothes. She used me as a model to show off the corset and its ability to use locks as an accessory item. For thirty minutes the girls stayed and talked. All the time Steph had her hand in her pocket playing with the speed of the vibe in my pussy. I’ve never felt so completely embarrassed as when I began to smell the juices which had leaked around the leather strap and was now beginning to make my inner thighs slick. Steph played with the vibe with agonizing results. My pussy was oozing my juices I was so horny but I never could get enough attention to cum. When the girls finally left my cheeks were completely flushed and red. 

       I was incredibly happy when eight rolled around and my shift was finally over. Steph helped me close up but didn’t make any move to remove anything I was wearing. When we finally closed the store Steph chose to have us leave through the mall. The mall didn’t close until nine when the main stores closed. Pulling down the gate on the store Steph used her key to lock it leaving us out in the main corridor.

       She led me though the mall to one of the public bathrooms at the other end of the mall. Thankfully no one else was occupying the bathroom. She led me over to the first stall and had me back in. Steph squatted down in front of me, flipped the mini skirt up and played with the combination lock. She took the lock off unlocking the crotch strap.

       “Ok the crotch strap is unlocked, use the toilet. You can remove the toy from your pussy if you want but you have to put it back in once your done but you can’t remove the butt plug. If you don’t do what I say I won’t give you back the keys to the locks. Also if you get off or play with yourself I’ll walk out of here. To make sure you don’t try anything the door stays open.”

       I felt so embarrassed but I really needed to pee. Reaching down I pulled the plug out of my soaking pussy and with my other hand I held onto the crotch strap so it wouldn’t fall into the toilet. Squatting over the toilet I did my business holding a leather strap in one hand, a dildo covered in my own reeking juices in my other while I squeezed my ass muscles to keep the plug in my butt from falling out. I did all that while I had the door wide open so Steph could monitor me. As humiliating as this was it was desperately needed. I was almost finished when I heard the bathroom door open and in walked an older lady to see me in all my glory. She stood there and stared at me then turned away and walked out in disgust leaving me there completely red faced.

       “Well, looks like you’re done.” Steph grabbed the D ring on the front of my collar and pulled me off the toilet and out of the stall. “Alright, before you stuff your cunt with that dildo I want you to put these in,” she said as she pulled something out of her pocket and handed it to me.

       Steph had just handed me a fresh pack of batteries. I looked at her unable to speak from embarrassment but her look was harsh and I knew I didn’t have a choice in the matter. More over I just wanted to get out of there fast before that older woman found a cop. I had trouble pulling the batteries out of the fake penis. I couldn’t unscrew the bottom at first since it was covered in slick pussy juices. Steph had me go over to the sink and wash it off. Once it was clean I was able to unscrew the bottom replace the batteries and replace the bottom on the dildo. I held my breath as I slid the dildo back inside of me. It was cold and had no lube on it but with my pussy literally dripping wet I had no problem getting it back in Steph grabbed the crotch strap and once again tightened it as much as she could. She replace the lock, lowered my skirt back down, then we headed out of the bath room. We left the mall and headed for Steph’s car. Once we got there we hopped in and drove off with her at the wheel.

       Steph drove us across town to a night club. The entire car ride I was hoping she was going to take me home. When we got to the club I knew her plans included evening entertainment.

       It was early so there wasn’t a line to get into the club. The bouncers said hi to Steph as we walked up and let us in. They didn’t even ask to look at my ID but they looked over every part of my body. Steph headed directly over to the bar with me following behind her. Steph must have come here a lot because she seemed to know the bartender even better. She ordered us a couple of drinks then left me there to stand at the bar and talk to the bartender while she disappeared. I wanted to down the drink right there to try and take the edge off of the nervousness I was feeling but instead used all my concentration to keep my composure. The absolute last thing I wanted was get noticed and have the police called in to arrest me for being in a bar as a minor.

       The bartender was nice and talkative. She was also cute and flirtatious. Obviously this bar had hired her for more than her skills with a liquor bottle. She was about five nine with blond hair and a killer body. Her ears were decorated with earrings and a stud pierced her tongue as well. I was so horny anymore that I didn’t care whether the people I flirted with were girls or guys. I talked to the girl for about twenty minutes before I finished my drink. I set the empty glass down on the bar which she promptly picked up as she went over to the help some other people wanting a drink. She had walked away from me a couple of times since I had been there and each time she would return. Every time she walked away I felt a little more exposed and scared to be in the bar. I also noticed I was beginning to long to be with her on a level far more than just having someone to talk to. While the bartender took care of her paying customers I turned around to see if I could spot Steph. Per her instructions I had left my purse in her car. With no wallet I had no way to order another drink. I didn’t see her anywhere in the bar till I looked at the door and saw she was talking to the bouncer. I was thinking about going over to her when I felt a warm hand on my arm. I turned and saw it was the bartender. She had returned to talk and there was a new drink in front of me.

       When Steph returned she came up next to me and ordered another drink. Once she had her drink Stephanie led me away from the bar towards a door in the wall. Glancing back at the bar I saw my new favorite bartender watching me. I wished I could stay behind with her but knew I was supposed to follow Steph. She just winked at me as she watched us leave. We went through the door and immediately my ears were overwhelmed with heavy metal rock emanating from the base of the stairs. Steph ran down the stairs leaving me trailing behind. Several people came up as I went down, each of them finding a way to ‘brush’ up against me as we passed. If it wasn’t for this damn posture collar I would have turned around to smile at them. What can I say, they were cute and I was enjoying the attention.

It was only nine so there weren’t many people in the bar let alone on the dance floor. Steph was waiting for me at the base of the stairs. She immediately grabbed me and took me out to the middle of the floor making me dance for the next hour. My ability to dance was next to nothing but Steph called people over and flirted with people constantly to get them to dance with us. She didn’t have to try too hard to find me several dance partners.

Having someone else dancing with me seemed to make my inability to move not so noticeable. Usually she just got people to dance with me and grind on me while I stood there like a pole. She couldn’t help herself to keep from playing with the locks drawing attention to them and my outfit. It didn’t take long before other people were playing with the locks testing them to see if they were fakes. Everyone was stunned and intrigued that I was really locked in such a restrictive outfit with no way of letting myself out. I on the other hand felt embarrassed having everyone know this.

Nearly everyone in the bar was dressed up to look good. Sexy clothing was the fashion trend here. A few were in sexy goth attire some of which would be considered extreme. Others ranged from revealing and tight to naughty leather and skimpy latex. Despite the most provocative intentions of the others my outfit was definitely taking the cake for most eye catching. While I danced Steph would come and go. Mostly she went back and forth to the bar but several times she disappeared upstairs. One time she returned with the bartender but the two never approached me.

It was closer to ten now and the place was slowly filling up. Steph had returned from one of her trips upstairs with a new girl to dance with me. Steph introduced the girl to me then headed for the bar on the other side of the dance floor. It was too loud for me to hear what Steph was saying but even if I could have I wouldn’t have listened. I was completely transfixed by the woman’s attire.

This girl was completely decked out in a dominatrix outfit which included a leather flogger which she held onto constantly. Me in my outfit and she in hers made for a jaw dropping combination. The room stopped moving as the two of us started dancing. There wasn’t an eye that wasn’t on us. The girl started grinding against me to the beat of the music right as the plug in my ass erupted to life at full force. I let out a moan and bucked my hips which made the girl just grind and play with me even more. I glared over at Steph who never stopped watching the show. My new dance partner wrapped her flogger around my back using it to pull my body into hers. The intensity of the vibe went up and down in my rear. With the vibe, music and the tight corset it felt like my whole insides were vibrating. When the song finally ended I excused myself and went over to Steph.

       “What’s the matter? You look a little flushed,” she paused with an ear to ear grin on her face, “As much fun as it is watching you I have a date at another bar so I’m about to head out.”

       The vibe continued to slowly increase in speed till it was full throttle then went back to the slowest setting and restarted the cycle. Despite the building emotions emanating from the vibrations, I definitely felt a wave of relief hearing it was about time to go. It was then that I realized that Steph had a martini glass in one hand and her other resting on the bar empty.

       “Before I take off I should tell you what’s going on. I gave Megs, that cute bartender you were flirting with, your keys and some money for a cab if you need one tonight. She’ll be the one taking care of you tonight,” Steph said with a wink

       “Because it was too irresistible not to, and because it should keep you entertained all night, I set up a little game for you to play. I gave Jeff, the bouncer, the keys and combinations to your locks. He is another close friend of mine and will be making sure you stay safe tonight. Jeff will be handing out the keys and combinations to your locks to the other guests at the bar. I asked him to limit it to people who he either knew or were regulars. Of course being the bouncer he probably knows about everyone here seeing as most of them are regulars.”

       Steph paused for a second lost in thought.

       “The rules of the game are simple; you have to retrieve all of the keys and combinations to get free. To get the keys you have to ask people for them and they have to give them to you if asked. Each lock has a different key and all the keys will be handed out to different people. For the combination locks each person will only have one number. Also people can choose to avoid you so don’t expect them all to be just standing around.”

       “Now the real catch comes when and if you don’t retrieve all your keys. Megs very eager volunteered to be your caretaker for tonight just so you know. She won’t be giving you back your house or car keys till you can prove you’ve gotten all the other keys and combinations to your locks back. If you don’t find the keys you’ll have to come back tomorrow and search for the remainder. Jeff will be collecting any unfound keys as people leave and giving them back out tomorrow. Also Megs has the spare copies to all the keys but you won’t be getting those from her unless it’s an emergency.

“Megs didn’t go into any details about where you would be sleeping tonight if you don’t find everything but she did promise she’d provide something very suitable for you. Megs really liked you so knowing her the way I do I’m pretty positive wont be far from her. She also loved your outfit, how that will play into your night together I can only guess,” Steph said with a devilish grin that told me she could probably do more than guess.

“Oh yeah, in addition to everything else Megs has, I also gave her the remotes to your toys. To help keep you entertained she will be handing them out to the other bartenders and waitresses. If you track that person down you won’t get the remote back but they will give it back to Megs. You’ll have a twenty minute relief period before the remote is passed out again so depending on how you want your night to go it may or may not be in your best interests to chat with the staff.”

Steph was smiling but behind the smile I could see she was deep in thought. She was biting the corner of her lip as she thought and weighed a decision on her mind.

“I hope you don’t mind but I tossed that bag of toys and gear you had out at your place in my car when I was there,” Steph said it loud enough to cause the people around us to look over.

I couldn’t begin to imagine how many shades of red I just turned.

“I didn’t really have a plan when I was at your house but I figured all those toys and restraints could be fun to have around when we were out and about. Since I’m not going to be using any of it I suppose I should drive all the way back to your place and drop it off,” she said in a high tone as though it was an arduous task she was dreading.

Her devilish smile returned and I knew my stuff wouldn’t be going home.

“Of course I can think of a place where that bag would be much better off and best of all it wouldn’t require any extra driving.”

My eyes were wide. She couldn’t possibly be thinking of leaving it here for people to go through. That would be unbearably humiliating. Not only is my bondage gear and sex toys in that bag but also all the fetish and bondage magazines not to mention every kinky movie I’ve ever bought. It was embarrassing enough knowing Steph had seen the gear I had bought and the magazines showing all the things that get me excited. Having the entire bar know about that might just kill me.

“I’m sorry but I just can’t help but play match maker. Before I go I’m going to give them to Megs. I’m sure in her hand the two of you will have lots of fun. After all, you did tell me you were planning to have a weekend of bondage fun. Now you might have a friend to help you out,” Steph said as she walked away. “Have fun.”

Steph walked over to where Megs was lingering on the stairs. They leaned in close as Steph whispered in Megs ear. Meg’s eyes and mouth went wide. As Steph continued to speak Megs began to smile and lick her lips. Her eyes moved to stare at me and I could see Megan was biting her lower lip now. Steph headed up the stairs followed closely by Megan but not before Megs blew me a kiss.

I would have watched them both leave if it weren’t for the fact my legs went limp and I literally fell on the stool I was hovering next to. My ass slammed into the stool which didn’t help me any having both plugs thrust deeper into my stuffed holes. My legs gave out when simultaneously both vibes sprang to life at full force. My jaw quivered as it gaped open as my senses were overloaded by the brutal assault to my most sensitive regions. The music was being cranked up as the song was hitting its climax. It was a lucky coincidence because it was the only thing stopping the whole bar from hearing me orgasm. Everyone around me just smiled and cheered as I moaned. In unison the vibrations went up and down in intensity leaving me panting as the flood of feelings emanating from my pussy began to crash through the rest of my body. The crowd around me started to chant go, go, go to the timing of the vibrations. Those who weren’t chanting were yelling cat calls. As my orgasm finally started to die off I turned on the stool to hide my embarrassment from the crowd. I was on a sexual high but still completely humiliated about having just orgasmed in front of a bunch of people.

A tall drink was placed in front of me.

“Here you go honey, this should help you while you cool off,” said the female bartender who had given me the drink.

Looking up I saw two bartenders, one male, one female. They were both attractive and both smiling. They had also just seen my show. The guy held out his left hand to look at his watch.

“Annnndddd go. She’s got twenty minutes before we can try it again,” the man said.

The girl was grinning from ear to ear as she held up both remotes for me to see. She was my tormentor and she was absolutely ecstatic about it. Teasing me she held the remotes out to me but pulled them back before I could grab them. She wagged a finger at me telling me no.

“I’ll be seeing you, Miss Naughty Hot Twat, in twenty minutes,” the woman said.

She leaned across the bar and wrapped both arms around me, pulling me in close to her. Her lips pressed against mine as we kissed. The cat calls I had gotten before couldn’t compare to what the two of us were getting now. I was so transfixed on her lips and the tongue caressing my lips that I didn’t notice her hands letting go of my head.

“aaaaaaahhhhhhhh,” I screamed as both plugs sprang back to life in my now overly sensitive holes.

“Oopsy, my mistake. Soooorrrry,” she said sarcastically in a girlish voice. She had a huge smile on her face as she fumbled with the removes. She let the vibrations last for a few seconds before turning them back off. “I’ll see you in a few.”

The two of them left the downstairs bar to disappear upstairs. I sat on the stool and greedily took a drink of the foul cocktail she had given me. Very slowly the strength was returning to my legs. If these assaults continued there was no way I would be able to go out and track down the keys let alone walk. I was beginning to realize there was no way I would be getting the keys back in one night or possibly even over the duration of a week at this rate. Staring in the mirror behind the bar I admired my reflection. I noticed there was a strange smile that had formed on my lips.

Store Clerk

Chapter 3: Making friends

By SG

Anobody7@hotmail.com

       I took another long sip from the glass in front of me. My smile disappeared as I grimaced from the taste. This was not the fruity cocktail I was used to. No mixer tainted this concoction of liquors. This was pure and undiluted. My lips tingled but that might have something to do with those sweet lips that were just caressing mine. Looking in the mirror I saw my smile had returned. In addition to my smile I found my dance partner had also returned.

       Sitting on my stool she stood a head taller then me. With a gentle tug she pulled on the lock securing the collar around my neck. Her eyes turned form the collar to the mirror. I was staring at her while she was looking at me. I blushed slight from the attention; she just giggled then wrapped her arms around me. Bending down she lightly rested her chin on my shoulder wrapping one hand around my chest she pulled me back into her. It was impossible to not notice the arm that wrapped around my chest and the hand now clutching my boob. Her other hand was in front of me dangling a shiny key.

       “So is this going to unlock anything interesting?” she asked with a raised eye brow.

       “Unfortunately no. Those areas need a combination.” The words slipped out of my lips without any thought. A tinkle of exhilaration titillated my senses. I had just flirted with her. I was actually flirting with another girl.

       I couldn’t help but admire her beauty, she was wicked hot. Her outfit gave every boy a hard on and made my pussy wet. Well, it made me wetter anyways. Her black leather trench coat hung down to her calves but was left open in the front to proudly display her amazing body. Her waist was drawn in by her dark red leather corset that constricted her waist and heft up her enormous boobs placing them elegantly on display. Her most private area was scantily covered by the tight black latex panties which perfectly matched the gloves that nearly completely encompassed her arms from tip of finger to shoulder. The boots were something else. Colored in black to match everything else her hooker heels made her stand tall at six feet and wrapped her legs in leather from toe to thigh. Her attire screamed fuck me fuck you but her delicate embrace hinted at a compassionate soft side hidden beneath the aggressive leather.

       “We’ll I guess I’m just going to have to help you find those,” she said as she licked my ear. “I’ll put this one here for safe keeping.” Her fingers plunged between my breasts and deposited the key in my cleavage.

       I shuttered as a chill hit me. I was beyond excited at this point. She picked up the drink from the counter and held it to my lips

       “Finish this and we’ll go have some fun,”

       She tilled the glass up and I had no choice but to swallow the liquid pouring into my mouth. Quickly placing the empty glass on the table she didn’t even give me the chance to catch my breath from the long chug. I was pulled to my feet and being marched back to the dance floor.

       The two of us were out on the dance floor. Others danced around us while the rest of the bar simply watched. I realized twenty minutes had passed when the toys within me sprung back to life. Their vibrations were just as strong as before but this time their effect was greatly reduced. At first I was thankful that the batteries were bad and dying off early but as I took stock of my body I realized the vibrations weren’t any weaker. My whole body was going numb; my mind was in a daze. All those drinks were hitting me and hitting me hard. Time became a blur. I wasn’t even aware of the fact that my kinky dance partner was collecting keys from the crowd until she deposited a few in my cleavage.

       Although the alcohol induced numbness did reduce the effect of the vibrations it certainly didn’t inhibit them. It wasn’t long before my body was once again responding to the teasing tingle within me. This time was different then before. Instead of ramping the toys up to full and sending me into an immediate orgasm the person in control was choosing to throttle them down just as I got close to climax keeping me on the torturous brink. My legs were going weak and I had to excuse myself from the floor.

       Stepping out of the dance floor lights I found Megs was standing in the shadows watching me. I immediately started walking towards her and quickly became thankful of the fact the toys were being throttled down. As I walked up to her Megs was looking past me to the dance floor and the girl I had been dancing with.

       “So it looks like you’ve managed to find a friend,” Megan said. She smiled as she said it but the smile was forced and the happiness in her voice stressed.

       “Yeah, I don’t really know who she is but yeah, we’ve been hanging out.”

       “Well I didn’t mean to disturb your fun. I’m on break for a couple minutes and I thought I’d come down and check on you.” She glanced over at the bar with a hesitant look. “If you want I can get you another drink before I go back upstairs.”

       Her hesitation at offering me a drink and the fact she had to get it for me quickly sobered me back up. This was a realm I didn’t belong to, at least not for a few more months. I was a minor in a bar and I didn’t even have a fake ID to try and bluff my way into belonging here. Serving a minor is a major offence even if the bartender thought the person was of legal age. Suddenly I was very self-conscious of all the attention I had received on the dance floor. My confidence was rapidly deteriorating fearing Megan might have to throw me out of the bar for my age to protect herself and to protect the club. On top of all that I was suddenly feeling partially devastated thinking I had just blown my chances with Megan who I was finding extremely attracted.

       “No, I don’t need another drink. Actually I think I’ve had too many. I desperately need to pee and I’m not even close to having all the numbers for the lock on my belt.”

       “Well I can take care of that. I’m pretty sure potty stops qualify as a legitimate reason to unlock you’re belt. At least for a little bit anyways.”

       Megan led me away from the dance floor and up the stairs. Instead of leading me to the bathrooms that were just off to the right she led me over to the main bar and the doorway behind it. This was the staff only section which meant I would actually get some privacy. I couldn’t help but notice the high energy Megan had shown when Steph and I had first come in was now gone. Her mood had changed and being around her just felt awkward. I knew my outfit wasn’t even close to being normal bar apparel but coupled with my behavior on the dance floor I figured it must have just been too much. How was I supposed to know how to act in a bar? Until tonight I had never set foot in a bar. It was only because of Stephanie’s influence that I had gotten into here and with her gone now there wasn’t much stopping them from throwing me out. I knew I needed to apologize to Megan but I just didn’t know how. I was having fun and really didn’t want to have to leave the bar but more importantly I didn’t want to leave Megan.

       The back of the bar was a maze. I was lost almost immediately. Partially I was inebriated but mostly I was just lost in thought. Knocking first, Megs opened a door revealing the bathroom. The room was a normal sized bathroom and easily fit the two of us inside. In my head I said a little thank you for not having to endure the embarrassment of having Megs unlock my belt out in the hallway. As soon as Megan clicked the lock on the door I pulled up my skirt. It was one of those actions where you do it without even realizing what you are doing. Megan just stopped and stared at my belt and raised skirt with a funny smile on her face. My face turned three shades of crimson realizing what I had done. I just couldn’t stop myself, I really needed to pee.

       “Wow, Steph wasn’t joking when she said you are on a serious pro-abstinence campaign right now,” she said as she knelt down to examine the belt.

       “Oh god no. I’m extremely pro-sex. Believe me, I want sex right now so badly I couldn’t even begin to explain it. That’s why this morning I strapped this belt on with a vibrator in my pussy. Believe me I want to have sex. I want more sex then I can handle. That’s why I wired the remote for the vibrator into the motion sensor in the store. My original goal was to get more excitement then I could handle. The only reason I’m pro-abstinence is because Steph put a lock on that I don’t have the combination to.” Words steamed out of my lips without pre-thought. I was drunk and horny. I desperately wanted to trade out this artificial cock with anything else but couldn’t. With drunkenness teaming up with horniness any filters on my thoughts which normally would be in placed were now gone.

       “So what does your new friend think of the fact your most delicate place is locked away and untouchable?” Megs asked as she slowly worked the combination on the lock.

       “You mean the girl in the leather?”

       Megan nodded her head.

       “I don’t really know what she thinks. I’m not really sure I want to know. Honestly she kinda scares me.”

       “Reaalllllyyy. You aren’t interested in her at all?”

       MMMMMMMM. It was impossible to not notice the finger nails running up either side of the leather crotch strap.

       OOOOWWWWW. Suddenly the fingernails were running down the insides of my thighs. Pant, pant, pant. I couldn’t catch my breath. Her hands reached behind and squeezed my ass. Opening my eyes and looking down I saw her staring up ant me.

       “No. Well yes. But no. I mean, I don’t know. I didn’t go out to dance with her. She grabbed me and pulled me out there. Yeah, I had fun when I was out there but I didn’t go out looking for her she pulled me out.”

       I paused. That was why I went out there but that wasn’t why I stayed.

       “And yeah she might have pulled me out there but I had fun and didn’t want to leave. I don’t know, I can’t explain it. She’s fucking hot what can I say. Aaaannnddd I had fun dancing with her. I don’t know.”

I felt like an adolescent getting caught in a lie as they tell their story to there parents. I was starting to cry. I couldn’t believe a few pieces of leather strap and a pair of locks could put me through this. Tears flowed down my eyes like mountain streams. Desperately I wished I had never put this damn belt on. I should have known better. This was all so stupid. Here I was not facing utter humiliation all because I couldn’t control the desires in my pussy. This was my punishment for being so perverted, for being so fucked up. As hard as I tried I couldn’t suppress my tears. Megan stood up, I was still locked in this god damn belt and she was standing up not working on the combination.

“Hey, if you want to hang with her its fine, I have no problem with it. The only reason I bring it up was because when Steph left you I offered to take care of you. Only now it looks like you’ve got your heart set on staying with someone else instead of staying with me.” Megan couldn’t even look at me as she spoke. She just looked down and to the side.

       “Wait, wait, wait, wait, no, no, no, no. I do want to stay with you. I really do want to be with you.”

       My actions were the result of pure impulse. Reaching out I grabbed Megan and pulled her into me. With a nod I stroked her cheek with my nose. As she turned towards me I locked my lips onto hers. I pulled her closer feeling her boobs press into mine. An erotic chill ran down my spine as a hand ran through my hair. Out lips released and I stared into her eyes. A slight glance down and I saw the grin on her lips. Suddenly she was back on her knees. I thrust my hips out suddenly wanting one thing before I remembered there was leather covering my pussy. She fiddled with the lock and almost immediately I hear a snap.

       “Alright. Go do your business then we’ll have a little fun.”

       Butterflies filled me seeing her smile as she released me from the confines of my leather prison. Going into the stall I made no delay squatting over the toilet. Like before I removed the dildo from my pussy to do my business. I had just started doing my business when the vibe in my hand began to vibrate. Soon the plug in my rear followed suit. Good god, have you ever tried to pee while the plug in your ass is vibrating. Yeah, I didn’t think so. I didn’t stop, I couldn’t stop. I felt like I was going to explode. Thankfully the vibrations didn’t last too long but I can’t say the same for my stay in the stall.

       Feeling immensely better having finished my business I exited the stall. There was no reason to pull my skirt back down. Megan was going to be seeing my pussy in a minute anyways. I walked out of the stall carrying the dildo since there was no way I could keep this slippery monster in my pussy with out the leather crotch strap. Megs was standing next to the sink. To my surprise I saw both the remotes in her hands. Watching her fingers move I simultaneously felt the vibrations in my ass increase as Megan cranked the plug up to full before turning it back off.

       “Come over here and put your hands on the counter facing the mirror,” she said, moving out of the way so that I could assume the position.

       As I stepped up to the counter Megan stepped up behind me. With her hands she patted my inner thighs. Obediently I widened my stance spreading my legs out. Pressing up tight against my back Megs ran her hands down both of my arms then circled her fingers around my wrist. She stopped when my hands were wide apart forcing me to bend over slightly.

       Her fingertips traveled up my arms leaving behind a wake of goose bumps. Staring into the mirror I watch her work and saw my own reflection. Seeing her smiling as I watched my own lips quiver sent a surge of heat to my pussy. Megan rested her head on my shoulder as her hands grasped my leather encased boobs. Seductively she took my earlobe into her mouth before gently pulling on it with her teeth. Her grin broadened as she felt me shudder from the chill that ran down my spine. Pulling herself even closer into me with one arm around my tummy and one around my chest I beamed with joy feeling her squeeze. Her cheek pressed against my cheeks. Smiles were painted on both faces.

       Releasing her grip on my lower abdomen, Megan reached into her pocket to pull out both the remotes. Despite the tightness of the corset she managed to tuck the bottom portion of each control into each of the breast cups. Her upper hand could now easily toy with my tits and controls at the same time. I watched in the mirror as she reached over to my hand, my hand that still clung onto the latex penis still glistening with my juices. As she took it from me her smile changed to one which did little to mask her naughty intentions.

       With her upper hand she turned the plug on at its lowest setting. Her hand disappeared below the counter top but there was no mystery as to where it was headed. I gasped and moaned as the vibrations found my swollen pussy. I tried to suppress my sounds but I just couldn’t. Megan placed the vibe flat against my cunt spreading my pussy lips. She slid it back and forth between my tender lips all the while never taking it off of my blood engorged clit. I felt a finger tip explore my pussy lips before the dildo was removed from between my lips, its very tip remained held on my clit. Slowly she cranked up the vibe.

       “Oooooooooooooo,’ I moaned. There was no suppressing it. She had the vibe on full keeping it poised on my clit. My eyes were closed so I never saw her action. The vibe in my rear sprang to life. My knees buckled. Had Megan not thrust her hips into my butt pinning me to the counter I would have with out a doubt crumbed to the floor. Megan’s hard thrust forced the plug even deeper into my rear increasing its effects.

       I caught my breath as the vibe was removed from my clit but it only lasted a second. My pussy lips were parted again but this time it was as Megan penetrated me. The vibrating rubber penis burrowed into my cunt guided by Meg’s hand. She started slow working the dildo into the full depths of my sex before starting a slow two inch stroke back and forth. My body ran on autopilot as I rhythmically thrust my hips into the counter in time with the motions of the cock.

       As Megan began to increase the strength of the vibrations she also increased the speed in which she was fucking me. The slow two inch stroke became full length thrusts. My hips quickly lost pace and I resided myself to standing there while she fucked me. My moans became screams, unsuppressed, un-muffled. An orgasm of epic proportions was building. My whole body shook from the fierce pounding of the dick. The mirror started to blur.

       “ooo, ooo, ooo. Oh fuck, oh fuck. I’m cumming, I’m cumming, IIII”MMMM CUMMMMMMMMINNNNGGGG.”

       What came out of my mouth after that weren’t words. Raw, primitive noises poured out of my mouth like a flood with ear shattering volume. Waves of ecstasy crashed through my body. My body went limp and I slouched over the counter completely consumed by the feelings filling me. The waves grew in intensity as Megan continued to fuck me with the dildo. Everything went black. My mind was overwhelmed by the pleasure filling my body.

       I was only vaguely aware of the fact the vibrations had stopped. I felt Megan pull the crotch strap between my legs re-trapping the pair of plugs in my holes and I heard the snap of the lock but my brain didn’t comprehend any of it. Megan kept me pinned to the counter preventing me from falling to the floor. Her hips thrust against my butt. I could feel her fingers running through my hair but I didn’t comprehend it. My body shook with pleasure.

       The overwhelming smell of sex filled my nose as Megan reached in front of me with her other hand. Her hand was covered in my juices. She rinsed her hand in the sink. My senses were slowly coming back. I basked in the warmth I got feeling her arms wrapped around me. Her hands moved away to dry leaving me slightly saddened. I wished they could stay wrapped around me. Those hands did return to pick me up away from the counter and stand me back on my leather encased feet.

       Megan turned me to face her. Her smile was beautiful and feminine. Mine was just goofy and stupid as the euphoric aftermath of that tidal wave of an orgasm continued to course through me. Reaching behind she grasped the back of my collar and pulled me towards her. Our lips met and my euphoria cranked back up. Her lips were sweet and soft.

       “You think you’re ready to go back out?” She asked as our lips departed.

       “I don’t know. I feel like jello right now,” I answered. In truth I didn’t really want to go back out. That little scare about being in trouble was lingering in my mind. Fear welled up inside of me thinking about being busted by the cops for being a minor in a bar. It boggled my mind thinking about what the cops would do once they found out my clothes were locked on. Spending the night in jail with dildos locked in my pussy and ass did not excite me.

       “Well too bad, you’re going,” Megan said as she opened the door and hauled me of the bathroom.

       Applause erupted as soon as we exited. Half the staff was lingering in the hallway. They must have followed us when we left the bar area. My cheeks burned from embarrassment. Instinct caused me to try to bow my head and hide my humiliation but the strict collar kept my chin up high. I was marched through the mob with head held high.

       Thankfully Megan didn’t lead me back to the bar. Instead she took a door that was blissfully marked EXIT. Cool night air enveloped my skin as I went through the door. A chill ran through me as that cold air found my very moist inner thighs. Megs had led me to the back of the bar to a small parking lot. The area wasn’t well lit but it was shady for an entirely different reason. I quickened my pace to get close to Megan. Nervous anxiety filled me being this exposed in a dark alley like this.

       Our short walk stopped at the back of a car. Megan made no move towards any of the doors. Pulling keys out of her pocket she pressed a button on the remote. Clunk, the trunk popped. I nervously looked around the parking lot as Megs opened the trunk I took a half step backwards. When she turned to look at me she had a wicked smile across her face. Moving her body to the side she revealed the inside of the trunk.

My jaw dropped seeing what she had been hiding. There was no mistaking what I was looking at. Megan walked up next to me putting an arm around my waist. She pulled me up to the back of the car till my legs touched the back bumper. It was just the two of us in the dark back parking lot. Apprehension over came me. Reaching into the trunk Megan gave the bag inside a jostle making a few of its contents rattle and clink. We weren’t looking at just any bag. This was my very own bondage bag. Picking up a set of hand cuffs she let them dangle from one finger as she held them up at eye level.

“I’m thinking you might need a few more accessories before I take you back in for the rest of the night.”

       

Store Clerk

Chapter 4: Revelations

By SG

Anobody7@hotmail.com

       It didn’t matter how drunk I was. Watching someone else go through my bondage bag was the most embarrassing moment of my life. Talk about having your dirty secrets on display. Megan shivered from the cold air but my body was too numb to feel it. Megs didn’t waist much time using the cuffs to lock my wrists behind my back.

       Grabbing my entire bag of bondage gear Megan headed back inside with me in tow. Once inside Megan sat me in a chair in the hallway while she rummaged through my things. My embarrassment cranked up a couple notches when one of the other bartenders wandered back and gave her a few suggestions. I couldn’t hide my face or look away. All I could do was sit there while they decided how many of my horribly embarrassing accessories they were going to send me back out with.

       I was having more and more trouble focusing on what they were doing. The room seemed to want to spin. I realized I was starting to feel the two double shots I had pounded only a little while ago. I think it was only a little while ago. I knew I had taken them but I couldn’t really tell how long ago. My vision was actually starting to blur. I couldn’t believe I could be this drunk already but I really didn’t know how much I really had. I closed my eyes trying to maintain my composure as the grip of the alcohol took hold of me.

       Suddenly I was aware that I was on my back. It felt like my body was floating through the air. The world moved by me in a blur. I realized it wasn’t the world moving but me. I could feel a strap across my waist and chest. I liked the feeling but it just wasn’t tight enough. I tried to tighten the straps only to realize my hands were free to move. What was the point of having my body strapped down if my hands are free, I asked out loud but realized I didn’t know who I was talking to. Before I could finish that thought, I felt my body being released. There was no strap, no collar or corset. I was naked, completely and utterly. My body was cocooned in softness but there was something warm and solid pressed up behind me.

       

****

       Something stroked my cheek and traced circles around my ear. My eyes stung as I opened them. The room was filled with bright sunlight. As I regained my focus I realized I wasn’t in my room.

       “Are you still alive?” a soft female voice asked.

       The voice startled me. Turning around I stared into the compassionate eyes of the woman I was sharing a bed with. There was something familiar in the eyes, something I recognized.

       I didn’t need to look down to realize I was completely naked. At first I felt embarrassed but confusion quickly trumped embarrassment as I realized I wasn’t the only naked one here. I suddenly had no idea how I had gotten here or even more disturbingly what had happened last night.

       “Are you ok?” she asked more concerned.

       “Sure,” I slowly said not aware enough of my surroundings to even form a real opinion.

       The question of being ok or not, made me do a mental inventory of my body. The results were painful. I was suddenly very aware of a stabbing pain in my head. I tried to move a little only to find out most of my muscles were sore. The girl must have seen me wince.

       “Headache?”

       I nodded my head.

       I stared in amazement as she climbed out of bed and walked out of the room completely naked. In her absence I quickly checked my own body. I was just as naked as she was. I racked my brain but no answers came to me about last night. I didn’t have much time to think. Almost immediately she returned with Advil and water in hand. I was too stunned at first to take them. I couldn’t believe she was standing in front of me completely naked without a care in the world.

       “Take it, you’ll feel better,” she said.

       I took the pills and gulped the water. My mouth was as dry as a desert. I was definitely one of my bigger hangovers. I tried to start putting the mental pieces together but I was still too shocked by the naked girl for my brain to start working. It didn’t get any better when she sat down beside me and stroked the back of my neck. It felt really good despite the fact it felt extremely awkward.

       “So how much of last night do you remember?”

       My mind was blank. Last night? What day was it today? What day was yesterday? My mind was nothing but a fog. Suddenly a clear image came through the haze. I distinctly remembered yesterday being the day I wore my chastity belt to work and that Steph had found out. The belt was definitely off now but I couldn’t remember taking it off. I tried to remember taking it off but nothing came to me.

A wave of embarrassment hit me remembering that Steph knew I had come to work wearing it along with the whole remote dildo aspect I had added. I couldn’t believe I had shown her that. How could I possibly face her again? My mind jumped to a new question. Did this girl know about the belt? Looking on the floor I saw all my clothes. I closed my eyes and cursed silently seeing the belt right next to them. She knew. I felt so embarrassed having the person next to me know I wore that harness. I wanted to crawl into a corner. What did she think of me?

I still couldn’t remember anything about coming home with her. A flash of the bar reminded me where Steph had taken me. That was where I had seen this girl before. She was at the bar. But who? Why couldn’t I place her face? Finally it clicked. I remembered who she was. It took a second to get the name but it came as well.

“I remember Steph bringing me to the bar and meeting you there,” I said to Megan.

“How much of the bar do you remember?” Megan asked.

“I hung out with you for a while upstairs then Steph took me down stairs and made me dance.”

My embarrassment was renewed remembering being out in the crowd having Steph show everyone the outfit she had made me wear. I couldn’t believe I had actually gone out in public dressed like that. What was I thinking? I desperately wanted to go to my own bed, curl up and try to forget everything.

“Do you remember anything after that?” Megan’s eyes were a little wide.

“Not really.”

Oh god, what happened? If I was drunk enough to black out there is no telling what I did. With my inhibitions loosened by alcohol the sky was the limit. I realized the fact that I woke up in bed naked with another girl was a good sign I hadn’t been thinking straight.

My thoughts were interrupted by three quick knocks on a door before I heard it opened. I could hear someone enter and walk towards the bedroom. I looked at Megan who seemed totally calm about someone walking in. Was it a roommate or a boyfriend maybe? I felt like I should be hiding or something.

“Hey there Wild Thing. How are you today?” Stephanie’s voice beamed as she walked in.

“Be nice,” Megan scolded. “She’s hung over and doesn’t remember much.”

“Which part?” Steph asked as she hopped on the bed.

“Wait a minute,” I interrupted. “I think I remember you leaving.” I couldn’t put a time on when though but it was a good sign my memory was coming back.

“Yeah, but I came back.”

My mind was blank. I had no memory of her being back.

“So pretty much you don’t remember anything?”

I shook my head no. What all happened that remembering being there and dancing counted as nothing. What did I do besides all that? Steph pulled her phone out of her pocket.

“Maybe the pictures will jog your memory,” Steph said.

“Pictures?” I felt sick.

“And a couple of videos,” Steph added.

I covered my face with my hands. Suddenly I remembered there being a picture of my harness. I wanted to curl up and die. I felt horrible knowing there were pictures of me wearing it. Who had them, I suddenly wondered. What were they going to do with them? I felt a tingle in my sex. I couldn’t believe the thought of those pictures being out there in someone’s hands was actually getting me aroused.

“Let’s hold off on the pictures for now,” Megan mercifully suggested.

“K,” Steph agreed. “You ready to go?”

“I am but I think we should do something with her,” suggested Megan.

“Sounds good to me,” Steph said as she pulled me out of the bed.

I stood motionless on my feet. I was as naked as can be in front of both of them. I felt embarrassed and excited at the same time. Steph disappeared out of the bedroom only to return with my bondage bag which left me feeling more embarrassed then excited. While Steph got that, Megan was busy pulling a couple of plastic storage tubs out of her closet. I quickly found out both of them were filled with naughty items.

“Why don’t you make her a smoothie for breakfast and I’ll get her set up,” Megan offered.

“Sounds good,” Steph said as she disappeared again.

Apparently I had no say in the matter. Megan quickly grabbed what she needed and started applying the restraints to my body. My hands were immediately locked behind me with a set of handcuffs. Leather cuffs were locked above my knees. My legs were split apart by the one and a half foot spreader bar connected to the cuffs. It made me feel very vulnerable having my legs split so far apart. The restraints had come from Megan’s supplies. The collar she locked around my neck was my own. I can’t describe how embarrassed I felt having her put it on me.

       “That should keep you occupied while we’re gone,” Megan said as she snapped a lock on the buckle of the collar.

       Megan threw some clothes on herself. She spent only a few seconds standing in front of a mirror hung on the back of the door to comb out her hair. She turned the door so that I could see myself in the mirror. Megan walked behind me and pressed her body into my back forcing me to walk towards the mirror.

       From behind, Megan hugged me. Her embrace felt strangely good on my naked body. She ran her fingernails across my stomach sending chills and goose bumps across my body. Her fingers found my nipples. I sucked my breath in as she gently squeezed both. With my hands locked behind my back and my legs spread I was completely exposed and helpless. I felt an erotic rush course through my body knowing I was a slave to her whims. Her hands moved to the collar drawing my attention to the writing “Bondage Slut” written one word over the other in the very front of the collar. A large ring, ideal for clipping a leash on, was imbedded in the base of the collar below the writing.

       I had bought the collar a while ago and tend to wear it frequently. I always get an erotic high from wearing it. I love locking it around my neck and wondering around the house with the windows opened. The thought of having someone see me wearing it gave me an enormous rush. I’ve always wanted to wear it outside but have never come close to working up the courage to try something that adventurous and exposing. Standing her now with Megan filled me with a mix of emotions. Mostly I was incredibly embarrassed but part of me was excited.

       “I think you might just be the cutest Bondage Slut I’ve ever seen,” she said as she kissed my cheek.

       She broke our embrace, opened the door and left the bedroom leaving me to awkwardly try to follow. Steph had finished the smoothie but quickly added a straw to it seeing my hands bound behind my back. Megan set the drink on an end table next to the couch before flipping the TV on.

       “That should keep you entertained while we’re gone,” Megan said.

       “Gone? Where are you going?” I asked worried about how long I would be left alone like this.

       “We have to finish setting up your scavenger hunt,” Steph told me as she picked up a pile of stuff off of the counter.

       “Scavenger hunt?” I asked.

       “Yup, to make up for the one you didn’t finish last night,” Megan informed me.

       “What?” I was confused. I couldn’t remember anything about scavenger hunts yet somehow it all seemed vaguely familiar.

       “I can’t believe she doesn’t remember anything,” Steph said to Megan.

       They both looked at me a quizzically.

       “If she was drunk enough to not remember it do you think we should still hold her to the deal she made?” Megan asked Steph.

       “Hmmm. That’s a good point. I guess if she was that drunk it really isn’t fair to say she was thinking clear enough to be making those kinds of deals,” Steph said, deep in thought.

       My eyes were wide.

       “Deals? What deals?” I was worried. “What did I agree to do?”

       “You really wanted to be able to be able to take the chastity belt off by the end of the night so you made a deal to get all the keys back and end last night’s scavenger hunt,” answered Megan.

       At first I was mad thinking that they might have refused to give me bathroom breaks or something like that in order to force me to agree to do what they wanted. The thought quickly faded as I stared at them. I had a sickening feeling my desire to remove the belt involved giving other people access to my restricted regions. The pit in my stomach dropped deeper realizing that both Stephanie and Megan were probably fully aware of exactly what that desire was. That was almost a guarantee since I woke up free of the belt in Megan’s bed.

       “So I traded one scavenger hunt for another?” I said quickly trying to catch up on lost memories.

       “Among other things,” Megan said with a sly smile.

       “We had a pretty interesting conversation with you last night. Actually it was less of a conversation and more of us just listening to you talk about certain interests you’ve never told anyone about,” Steph giggled a little as she said it.

       I was completely mortified. I was so incredibly horny yesterday. With alcohol added to the mix, I can only imagine what I might have said. A wave of nausea hit me. Now I was beginning to wonder if there was anything I didn’t say.

       “What do you think?” Megan asked Steph.

       “Let’s do it,” she answered without hesitating.

       “Are you sure? I don’t really know.” Megan looked concerned.

       “Definitely, this couldn’t be any more perfect. Think about it for a sec. She may not want to go through with it now that she is sober but that doesn’t change anything. Whether she was thinking straight or not for making decisions there is no denying what she was feeling. You saw how excited she got talking about it.”

       “That’s true. You did get pretty horny when we talked about it,” Megan said, speaking to me.

       “So the answer is whether she would want to or not sober, in the end she is going to enjoy herself. The fact she doesn’t remember just means everything will be a surprise. It’s perfect. We will literally be setting her up to experience some of her wildest fantasies without her knowing what’s coming.”

       Megan was smiling. “I didn’t think of it like that.” She paused, “Your right. Cool. Game on. You ready?”

       “Just one sec. I want to do one more thing then I’ll meet you out in the car,” Steph replied.

       Megan headed out while Steph disappeared into the bedroom still holding all the stuff she had picked up off the counter. She was in there for a minute before I heard the distinct rattle and clink of bondage gear being moved around. Steph returned to me still carrying all the stuff under her arm.

       Setting the things down on the counter she freed her hands. Her fingers quickly went to work on my nipples. It took mere seconds for them to become hard. I was powerless to do anything to stop her, not that I really wanted to. She ran her fingers from my forehead down my face. I closed my eyes and thrust out my chest as her fingers went back to work on my tits.

       “I hope you don’t mind but while we are helping you live out your wildest fantasies I might just have to sneak in a few of my own,” Steph whispered in my ear.

       “AWWWWW,” I screamed as my nipples were pinched.

       “Enjoy yourself Wild Thing,” Steph said as she picked up her stuff and headed out the door.

       The pain in my nipples was still there. I looked down to see she had put a clothespin on each one. They stuck out straight on my erect nipples. I wanted to take them off but with the handcuffs locking my wrists together behind my back there was no way to reach them. Trying to shake them off did nothing but increase the pain.

       Settling in on the couch I watched the opening credits play out on the movie Megan had turned on. I couldn’t help but smile. The movie was the Matrix. The creators of that had to be fellow fetish enthusiast, everyone prancing around in leather and latex. If only life could be like that. I loved the thought of riding a motorcycle full throttle down the freeway wearing black leather and latex. It’s been one of my biggest fantasies ever since I first saw the second Matrix movie.

       The pins on my nips became a dull ache that wasn’t too bad but remained impossible to ignore. My stomach grumbled encouraging me to start drinking the smoothie. I spent the next couple hours watching the movie and enjoying the drink. My hangover subsided halfway through the movie which came as a welcomed relief.

       When the movie finished I took the liberty of wandering around Megan’s apartment. This was my first experience with a spreader bar. It didn’t take me long to decide I would soon be purchasing one of my own. The bar made walking challenging but still allowed me the freedom to walk where ever I wanted to go. I found it very erotic to have my legs forcibly spit apart keeping my private areas very vulnerable. The thought of Megan having a roommate or friend stopping by the house added to the thrill.

       Wandering into the bedroom I snooped through the storage tubs of toys Megan had pulled out. The tubs were filled with all sorts of things. Unfortunately I could only look at the things on top. The handcuffs prevented me from digging through them. Even without being able to see everything she had I was still amazed with the amount of stuff she had collected.

       Yesterday I thought I had a massive collection of goodies but today I felt like a beginner. Seeing my small collection of stuff spread out on the floor sent a small wave of embarrassment through me. I still couldn’t believe both Steph and Megan had seen my stuff. It made me feel incredibly self-conscious having my dirty secret exposed.

       I was so pissed at myself right now for letting this all happen. I really couldn’t believe how stupid I had been. I let purposefully let my horniness get out of hand and let it take control. Going to work with that stupid chastity belt on was unbelievably idiotic. Now Steph, Megan and lord knows who else were fully aware of my kinky tendencies. The fact I had blacked out scarred the shit out of me. I really had no idea what I might have said or done given how horny I was.

       My self deprecation was interrupted by the front door opening. I froze wondering if a roommate really had walked in. When I heard Steph’s voice I moved to walk out of the room to go meet the girls but walking through a room covered in clothes, restraints and all sorts of toys was no easy doing with a spreader bar between your legs. A vision of slipping on a dildo and crashing to the floor filled my head. Oh what a wonderful story that would make in the ER when the doctor asks how I broke my arm and why there are red marks on my wrists.

       I listened to the girls talking to each other. They were surprised not to find me on the couch. I was stepping around a pile of gear as Stephanie came in looking for me.

       “Jessica’s in here Megs. I think she was trying to find something to play with,” Steph yelled back through the doorway.

       “Ok, I’ll be right there.”

       “Go ahead and start pulling out the clothes. I’m going to help Jessica to the bathroom,” Steph yelled.

       Steph grabbed my arm and led me into the adjoining bathroom shutting the door behind us. With her help I was able to sit down on the toilet. I did my business and Steph cleaned me up. Steph didn’t offer to help me up. Instead she gave the clothespin on my right tit a gentle flick making it bounce up and down. I winced from the pain.

       Reaching down, Steph raked her fingernails along both sides of my pussy. A finger parted my lips and found my clit faster than any guy with a road map could. Her touch felt strange on an emotional level. Mentally I felt uncomfortable having another woman touch me like this. I knew girls aren’t supposed to play with other girls but there was nothing I could do. My hands were still secured behind my back and the spreader bar kept my legs wide open.

       I grunted as the rubbing on my sensitive clit got harder and Steph pulled on the left clothespin. The pain in both places sent excited chills through my body. I couldn’t believe my body was responding like this. Mentally I knew this wasn’t right but physically it felt so good. My eyes went big as Steph gripped my clit between her two fingers and applied pressure. She stopped before it hurt but all she had to do was squeeze.

       This was the definition of total control. Steph had my full attention and she knew it. With only two fingers Steph had gained full authority of my body. I shook my head no as she applied more pressure. Her squeeze wasn’t meant to hurt but to prove she was in charge of me.

       “Try not to make a sound,” Stephanie said.

       She used her free hand to remove one, then the other, clothespin. My nipples throbbed as the blood returned. The pain was far worse then when the pins had been put on. I wanted to scream but I didn’t dare. Steph rubbed my nipples which hurt at first but soon felt strangely pleasing. Steph released her pinch on my clit and started gently rubbing it. My body was so confused by pain and pleasure I didn’t know how to respond.

       I felt a finger slide dip deep within me. Steph kept rubbing my clit while she finger fucked me with the same hand. I gave up debating the moral sides of right and wrong giving into the pure pleasure I was feeling. Steph teased me in ways I’ve never experienced before. I was getting hot fast.

       Without warning she stopped rubbing me and picked me up onto my feet. Steph pocketed the clothespins and led me out of the bathroom. Megan was in front of her closet pulling out a leather jacket and pants.

       “I think we had better get the show on the road,” Steph said to get Megan’s attention. “Jessica is definitely ready for a little action. Leaving her here with all this bondage stuff really got her juices flowing. Her pussy is practically dripping right now.”

       “If you’re horny now just wait till you experience my favorite vibrators. I guarantee they will drive you wild,” Megan said to me.

       Megan dropped the clothes along with a pair of boots on the ground before digging through one of her tubs of toys. While she was digging through the toys Steph removed the spreader bar and cuffs from my legs. Standing beside me Steph grabbed my handcuffs and pulled them up. As my arms were stretched high into the air I was forced to bend at the waist.

       I closed my eyes not needing to look around to know what was coming. Truthfully I didn’t want to see. Megan walked up behind me. I felt the cold, lubricated tip of a butt plug part my butt cheeks. I tried to relax as best I could as the tip of the plug penetrated me. Once the tip was in, Megan wasted no time burying the rest of it in me. The plug quickly seated into place as the widest part slipped in leaving my sphincter clenched around the narrow neck at the base of the plug. My ass felt very full with the plug in place.

       Megan had a little more fun with the dildo that went into my pussy. Slowly she slid the first two or three inches in. She was holding onto the shaft of the dildo with the majority of it in her grasp and only a small portion of it inside of me. Suddenly she started fucking me with the dildo. She wasted no time accelerating to a fast and furious pace. I immediately started moaning as she pounded my pussy with the dildo. I couldn’t believe how good it felt. It wasn’t just the fucking, it was everything. The fact a girl was getting me off, the fact I was bent over with my arms held above me, the complete lack of control. Everything was combining to heighten the experience and drive me wild.

       I was moaning like crazy as she fucked me. Her hand kept pounding into my pussy as she thrust the dildo into me. I felt her pace change slightly. Suddenly the entire dildo thrust into my pussy. Megan’s hand was flat on the base of the dildo. She didn’t stop pushing up till her hand pressed against my pussy. I gasped having the dildo suddenly so deep within me.

       Steph released my hands and let me stand up while Megan maintained her hold on my pussy. Steph picked up my chastity belt off the floor and buckled it around my waist. Megan didn’t move her hand until the crotch strap was pulled between my legs. Steph wondered off letting Megan finish up with the belt.

       I was beginning to curse myself for buying this damn harness. My most personal place, the place that I immensely enjoyed playing with, had become off limits to me and the property of strangers. While I might be the technical owner I no longer possessed control over it. I couldn’t decide when to use it or as I was just reminded, what was thrust inside.

       Despite the embarrassment of having another woman in control of my sex I couldn’t deny the arousal I was feeling. Consciously I hated having someone else control me like this yet somewhere deep within me something forced me to let it happen. That dark something in my mind seemed to love every submissive moment I was experiencing.

       Megan loosely buckled the crotch strap in place. I opened my eyes feeling a string slip between my skin and the crotch strap. Both plugs jerked as Megan pulled out the slack in the wires trapped under the belt. The wires were running from each plug, up my butt crack and over the top of the waist belt. Turning around to look I saw Megan was holding a box in her hand that had wires leading out of it. Those wires were connected to each of the plugs inside me. The box was really big compared to any normal vibrator controller. My eyes bulged realizing it would hold substantially more batteries than a regular one. I had a feeling these plugs were going to last for a very long time. Megan clipped the box onto the back of the waist harness then whistled into it. Suddenly the plugs came alive but died immediately after she stopped whistling.

       I suddenly realized these were sound activated vibrators. At first I was confused why Megan loved these so much. It seemed like it would be a pain to be trying to get off with your toys and constantly have to make noise keep them vibrating. Then a thought dawned on me. What if Megan didn’t use these at home? These could be for out of the house where noise is plentiful. A heat wave flashed through me thinking what noisy crowded place Megan might think would be fun to stop by.

       The leather belts around my waist and between my legs were tightened ensuring there would be no removal of the plugs. As soon as Megan had the straps of the harness pulled tight she slipped shiny metal locks through the buckles. Once again I was going to be stuck spending the day with naughty adult toys trapped in front and back. The front I wasn’t complaining too much about but the back still wasn’t much fun. I prayed this pattern wouldn’t continue on through out the weekend since yesterdays toys had been replaced with a pair from Megan’s personal selection that were noticeably larger then yesterdays.

       While I was fretting over the devastating effect these toys might have, Megan was busy lacing a corset around my waist. The thick black leather was strong and stiff. It wasn’t going to allow me to bend at all. In little time she had me tightly laced into the corset.

       Megan had me sit on the edge of the bed as she slipped black thigh high latex stockings up my legs. From toe to upper thigh my legs were encased in tight, constricting latex. The feeling of having my entire leg squeezed by the stockings was amazing. Boots quickly followed the stockings. These were patent black leather with a zipper on the inseam. Megan slid the zippers up to the tops of the boots which extended past my calves stopping just below my knees. The heels of the boots were two inches wide and five inches tall but made comfortable by the two inch platform at the toe of the boot. Megan locked leather ankle cuffs over the boots.

       My fears about the vibrators and being led through a public place subsided as Megan held out the next item. There was no way she would take me in public wearing that. She unlocked the collar before slipping a black latex hood over my head. The hood had holes for my eyes, nose and mouth. The bottom of the hood was secured beneath the collar as it was replaced and relocked. Without resisting I opened my mouth to accept the large red ball gag. She pulled the straps tight enough to ensure there was no spitting the ball out but still managed to keep it comfortable. Like everything else, a lock was slipped through the straps of the gag.

       Megan held out a pair of black leather pants for me to wear. Despite Megan being only slightly smaller than me the leather pants were extremely tight. These would have been tight on her but for me they would hug every curve. The pants and the boots seemed odd if we were going to be staying in the privacy of the house. I was assuming the girls weren’t going to take me anywhere public collared, gagged and handcuffed. My side thoughts were interrupted as Megan forcibly worked the pants around my hips.

The fact that the pants had zippers running down the outside seam was the only reason she was able to put them on me. I felt the pants constrict around my legs as she worked the zippers from my thighs down to my ankles where she stopped just short of the base of the pant legs. She slipped a lock through each of the zippers and secured them to rings on the ankle cuffs.

Megan unlocked the handcuffs as she brought over shoulder length latex gloves. Having the tight material constrict my arms was bizarre but good. Like my ankles, leather cuffs were placed over the gloves. Next came a black leather jacket, it was also a tight fit. I had to fight to get my gloved hands through the sleeves. The sleeves of the coat had zippers running from elbow to wrist making it possible to get your hands through the ridiculously narrow sleeves. I wasn’t surprised when Megan added locks to connect the zippers on the sleeves to the wrist cuffs.

As the coat was zipped up in the front I felt an erotic rush having the leather rub against my naked boobs. The jacket was probably the tightest squeeze of everything. The jacket had a high collar that would cover my neck if zipped up all the way but Megan stopped short. This time Megan was grinning from ear to ear as she put the lock on the zipper. The lock connected to the D-ring on the front of the collar to the zipper.

Putting my fingers around my neck I could feel that the tall neck of the jacket completely covered the collar on the sides and back. Megan’s smile was all I needed to know the front of the collar with the lock and words “Bondage Slut” were clearly visible.

       Megan went through a drawer in a bedside table and pulled out a handful of condoms. She stuffed them into the every pocket in the pants and jacket. The distinct condom package bulge of a square with a circle in the middle of it could clearly be seen.

       “Don’t worry, you won’t be using any of those. I just love the ‘I’m looking to fuck someone’ look it gives you,” She said as she picked up her black motorcycle helmet.

       Megan slipped the helmet over my head and buckled the chin strap for me. It was a full face helmet with tinted visor. I realized that the helmet would cover the latex hood and ball gag which meant I probably would be going out in public. I felt relieved know as long as I had this on no one could see my face and gag but worried knowing the collar would be visible.

The thought of people reading the collar made my pussy tingle. I realized last night I must have told the girls about my little fantasy of wearing the collar in public. Suddenly I was embarrassed having them know, worried what else I had told them and aroused knowing I would be outside soon. I felt a wave of excitement rush through me as Megan ushered me out the front door before locking it behind us. Steph was nowhere to be seen as we left. Leaving the front door Megan walked me out to a neon green Kawasaki Ninja crotch rocket.

       “Are you still sure you can drive a motorcycle this big?” Megan asked.

       I nodded my head yes not remembering when we would have talked about it before.

       “Ok. We talked about this last night but since I’m not sure how much you remember let me run through it real fast. This is Kekie my Kawasaki. Today you are going to ride her to do an old-fashioned scavenger hunt. The game is simple, just follow the clues on the GPS unit. The thing is in one of the saddle bags. Your first destination is at a park and ride seven blocks down the road and two blocks to the right. I’ve got to run a few errands then I’m headed over to the bar to do inventory. The bar is programmed into the GPS if you need me for anything.”

       I’m not sure if Megan could see my eyes through the tinted visor or not but somehow she sensed that they were bulging.

       “Trust me, you’re going to enjoy this. Like I said last night, bondage scavenger hunts are hands down my favorite games to play. I’ve never tried it with the little twist to the game you came up with but they shouldn’t be too bad. Let me give you one piece of advice though. Whatever you do, don’t speed. Seeing as you’re gagged and have no ID on you, meeting a cop is best avoided. For that matter do your best not to get noticed. If anyone sees what you’re caring I don’t know how things will turn out but I’m pretty sure you will be in for a world of embarrassment. Like I said, I’ve never thought of bringing stuff like that along so I can’t say how it will work out but you were pretty excited about it so we went with it.”

       Megan headed for her car leaving me alone by the bike. My heart fluttered. I couldn’t believe I was going to be out in public with a gag locked in my mouth. Standing in the open driver’s door, Megan turned to me.

       “Remember that if, god forbid, someone does ask you what is going on the note you wanted is in the saddle bag. I’m really curious to find out how that little idea of yours works out. I know really and truly you are hoping you don’t have to pull that out but I’m kind of hoping you actually do have to use it,” she said smiling and giggling.

       It was obvious the explanation on the note was not going to be to the benefit of my self-esteem. If it really is a note I came up with last night I’m positive it isn’t something I want anyone reading today.  Megan drove off leaving me all alone on the road. My heart was racing. I felt terrified being outside like this. Cars drove passed on the road and I turned my body so they couldn’t see the front of the collar. A lone guy was walking up the sidewalk on my side of the road. He had already noticed me and made little effort to hide his stares. He was still too far to see the locks or the collars but he had definitely taken an interest in my leather clad body.

       Holding up my arm I stared at the lock that shined in the sunlight. Looking down I saw the locks on my ankles were almost as noticeable. I doubted anyone could see them at a distance but once I was riding down the road people would be right beside me. Reaching behind I felt the bulge of the vibrator controller. The jacket hit the box itself but I could easily feel the outline of it. I needed a chance to figure everything out but standing here on the sidewalk was not that place. Megan had locked her door so going back into the safety of the house was out. My only option was to ride away.

       Stepping to the bike I threw a leg over and knocked the kickstand up. The bike felt massive between my legs as I balanced it. It was far larger then my dad’s old dirt bike and enormous compared to my little scooter. I knew it was going to be a little bit of a challenge to ride but a bike was a bike. I took a minute to familiarize myself with controls.

       My time here was quickly running out. The man was not far away now. I was still standing while I got the feel for the bike. Now that I was familiar with the weight of the bike I took my place on the seat.

       “Uuuuhhhhhhh,” I moaned

       Both plugs were forced even deeper as I straddled the seat. Peaking up I checked to see how close the man was. He was almost up to me. I had to get out of here. Megan had left the key in the ignition. I took a deep breath to calm my nerves. Twisting the key the bike started immediately. I felt a fierce vibration between my legs as the plugs rumbled to life. I gave the throttle a tentative twist. The engine revved, the pitch went from a deep hum to a screeching shriek. My legs quivered as the plugs went ballistic.        

       The plugs slowed as the revs dropped but he effect lasted. My body was shaking from the adrenaline rush and my breath came in gasps. I desperately wished I had time to think about this, to prepare myself but the guy was only a couple cars away.

       Grasping the clutch, I tapped the toe shift into first. Very gently I let out the clutch and gave the throttle a small twist. The bike immediately responded and I was heading down the road. Out of the corner of my eye I saw the man’s mouth drop open as I passed. I’m pretty sure he was able to read the collar. It made me feel embarrassed but there is nothing I can do about it now.

       Putting that little embarrassment out of my mind, I focused on my driving. It took me a couple of blocks to get a feel for the heavy two wheeled vehicle and far longer to get used to the vibrations between my legs.

       I kept the bike in as high a gear as it could manage without stalling to keep the revs low and quiet. I was so distracted by the vibrations I nearly missed the turn I was supposed to make. The only reason I didn’t miss it was because cross traffic had the right of way and I had to stop. I watched a lot of heads turn towards me as the cars crawled by at 25mph.

       I eagerly took the first opening I could find and quickly sped off in the direction of the park and ride. Thankfully, I made it to the park and ride without having to stop. I turned into the parking lot and made a B-line to the back most corner of the lot. I stopped in the emptiest section I could find and turned off the engine

       My body calmed as the as the vibrators shut off. I took a second to breathe and catch my thoughts. Scanning the parking lot I searched to see if anyone was staring in my direction. My senses were in overdrive. The fear of someone seeing I was covered with locks and gagged under the helmet made adrenaline pump through my system. I couldn’t stop my hands from shaking. Despite my fears of people staring, I saw no one with eyes turned in my direction. I felt a little relieved realizing despite being in public my bondage was remaining just as private as it would in my own home.

I was ready to check out what the girls had left me in the side compartments on the back of the bike but the corset prevented me from just turning around. Getting off the bike, I moved to stand behind it and opened up the left bag. Immediately I put the flap back down and held it in place while my eyes shot in every direction. Thank god there was no one around. I was scared to death to open the flap back up in public but I knew I had to find the GPS unit Megan had left for me. Looking around I double-checked to make sure no one could possibly see me.

       Lifting up the flap I gazed at all the stuff Megan had put in there. I couldn’t believe she was letting me drive around town with a small fetish store worth of stuff on the bike. There were two bondage magazines, a porn DVD, several butt plugs, dildos and lube. On top of all that was a piece of paper with a hand written note on it.

       The note read, “This is in case of emergency. This girl’s name is Jessica. She is leaving my store wearing a bunch of the gear she ordered. I couldn’t talk her out of taking a kinky joyride so I forced her to take this note incase she needs to explain why everything is locked on. She is supposedly on her way to a bar to meet her friend. The friend is setting her up on a blind date with a stranger who is going to play with and punish Jessica for the rest of the weekend. Jessica has been looking for a playmate that is as kinky as she is. I’m putting her friend’s number on here if whoever reads this needs any more information.” Megan’s number was at the bottom. This was definitely not something I wanted to be sharing with anyone else.

       I put the note back and closed that bag. The right side wasn’t much better but it did have what I was looking for. There were more porn magazines and movies along with several sets of handcuffs. As I pulled out the GPS unit I noticed a ring of keys.

       “Yes,” I screamed in my head. Despite the gag I was smiling. Megan had left me the keys. That meant I didn’t have to wear all these locks around in public. Dropping the GPS I pulled out the keys. Looking around I made sure no one was looking. I tried my right wrist first, then left, followed by the collar and ankles.

       “Shit, shit, shit,” I screamed in my head.

None of the keys on the ring unlocked any of the locks. I was stuck wearing all this. I couldn’t believe Megan had made the mistake of using the wrong locks. I just prayed she had the right keys somewhere.

I switched the keys for the GPS to find the bar. I prayed Megan knew where the right keys were. As the unit came on it showed I had three hundred feet to go to reach my destination. I pulled up a menu and found a list of saved locations. There were tons of locations with random gibberish file names. The only point that actually had a real name was the one saying Bar. I hesitated for a minute. While I was scrolling through all the points, I was thinking about how Megan could make such a stupid mistake.

“If this is a scavenger hunt, what was Megan hiding if it wasn’t the keys?” I asked myself.

I started thinking about the facts. She had locked the clothes and gag on me without telling me where the keys are at. She had locked me out of the house without a key. All of that was done for the purpose of sending me on a scavenger hunt. Since she said the bar was programmed into the GPS in case of emergency I assume that meant she never planned on having me go there. That meant at some point in this scavenger hunt I would find at least a key to the house. Since I was naked under the pants and jacket it made sense the keys to my clothes would be in the house.

That brought me back to the keys I had. Megan or Steph had intentionally packed the bike with all the stuff, which meant the keys were probably there for a reason.I realized there were two strong possibilities for the keys. The first was that I would need them to unlock things for the scavenger hunt. The second dealt with the note. If I had just been at a store and decided to lock this stuff on that would mean I would probably have the keys to those locks. Despite being the wrong keys it would make the story look more convincing.

I closed out of the menu and looked at the current destination programmed into it. I remembered Megan was running errands first so going to the bar now wouldn’t do me any good. Since I wasn’t far away from the first location I decided to check it out. Selecting the tab ‘notes’ I found ‘light pole’ written for the point. I started the bike and cruised closer to the bus loading area.

My nervousness increased as I neared the area where everyone was lingering. The vibrations between my legs seemed to stir up butterflies in my stomach. As I crept through the parking lot the distance to the point dwindled. Stopping next to the curb, I killed the engine. To my surprise the vibrations between my legs did not.

An equally loud motor from a stopped bus kept the plugs alive. The bus was parked on the roadside of the loading zone with people onboard but no one was getting on or off. I considered waiting it out but the thought of sitting in this public of a location didn’t sound too appealing. No one else seemed to be lingering around outside making this as good a time as any to go find the clue.

Getting off the bike I followed the GPS to a series of light poles at the very end of the loading area. The noise and vibrations increased as I got closer to the bus. Following the GPS I stopped at the light pole closest to the road. The pole was just off the sidewalk. There were bushes growing around the back of the pole, which hid a white envelope from any curious bystander. Thankfully, I needed no keys to remove it. As inconspicuously as possible, I retrieved the envelope.

Just as I was turning to walk away, a bus drove up behind the first one. The breaks squealed as the vehicle slowed. On cue the first bus revved its engines and started down the road driving right past me. The sound was deafening and the vibrations were overwhelming. My knees buckled. The light pole was the only thing that kept me standing.

If I had the option I probably would have spent ten minutes there letting my body recover but the new bus was releasing its passengers. The idle of the bus kept the plugs vibrating on low as I tried to calmly walk back to the motorcycle before anyone else could.

I only made it to the bike a little ahead of everyone else getting off the bus. I quickly tossed the envelope and the GPS into the saddle bag using my body to block anyone’s view of its contents. The curves of the streetbike along with my body covered in skintight leather was drawing a lot of attention. I quickly started the bike and hauled ass out of there before anyone approached me.

In no time I was out of the lot and heading down the road. I had no route in mind. I just made as many turns down back allies as I could to throw off anyone who might be trying to follow me. It wasn’t till I found an abandoned alley a good five miles from the bus station that I stopped to look in the envelope.

Inside was a single piece of paper with the words “Waypoint xy73”. I found the waypoint in the GPS and instantly I had a new destination to go to. Looking at the map, I saw the point was located at a train station. That’s just great, I thought to myself. Trains, possibly the loudest possible form of transportation around.

So this was the scavenger hunt. The girls were going to send me all across town from one noisy public place to the next. My pussy tingled thinking of walking around a train station like this. A pit then formed in my stomach realizing that little fantasy was about to become very real. With the bike in neutral, I revved the engine enjoying the buzz between my legs. Gripping the clutch I dropped the bike into first. Taking a deep breath, I let the clutch out and sped away.

“Here I go,” I said through the gag.