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Panty Collection
By Orestes
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1.
My intuition warned me as soon as I walked into the room, and my heart
dropped through the floor. Everyone in the meeting room seemed amused, and I
got the feeling that they had been talking about me before I came in. This
wasn't going to be my promotion. Not even close.
I tried to control the heated feeling that was coming to my cheeks. I
didn't want these guys to think that I came in expected a promotion, even
though I deserved it. No. I just wanted to come through the meeting with my
dignity intact. That was suddenly very important.
" Does everyone know Michelle ? " Rick looked around the table to his
core group of district managers.
Most everyone nodded. There were a couple of new guys who I hadn't met,
but had already surpassed my status in the company. Hell, they probably
hadn't been with the company half the time that I had put in. It just wasn't
fair.
I tried to push those thoughts from my head. It was like this every time.
I felt like crying, but I knew that I would be the butt of private jokes for
a month if I indulged that instinct. No wonder they wouldn't promote me, I
swore silently at myself. I wasn't even able to control my emotions.
Rick had been promising me an opportunity to become a district manager
for years now. Each time I was passed over, I felt like a fool for staying.
I was being such a wimp.
" If you've been reading your sales reports carefully, " Rick shot a
glance around the room, " you'll know that Michelle has been putting up some
great numbers in women's apparel and cosmetics. I think you'll agree that
this makes her the perfect choice for our new concept. "
New concept ? I hadn't heard anything about this. Campbell Enterprises
had over 400 mall stores. You know the type. They were all small, single
concept stores; shoe stores, hand bags, sporting goods, and little boutique
fashion stores, with highly overpriced clothing. In all the time I worked
for Campbell, I couldn't say I'd ever seen an original idea. If we closed
one store, we just repackaged the same concept, and opened under another
name.
Seeing my confusion, he elaborated. " We've been targeting our lingerie
sales at mature women, but if you've spent any time in one of our Lace &
Lavender stores, you'll see that there's some crossover into a younger
market. "
Of course there was. We didn't check ID at the front door. If some older
teens shopped at our stores, there was nothing we could do about it.
" We think this is an opportunity. We're going to open an exotic lingerie
store targeted towards younger teens. "
I was stunned. I shook my head slowly as the guys watched my reaction.
" You mean, " I stammered out. " we're going to try to sell sexy
underwear to little girls ?"
" I'm sure we could put it more delicately than that, but that's the
essential concept. We know that young teen girls are sexually active anyhow,
so why should we pretend otherwise in our marketing strategies ? We'll carry
perfumes, body lotions..."
"...lubricants, " one of the other DM's broke in, drawing laughter from
his colleagues.
" I don't think this is..."
" Speak up, " Rick told me. I hadn't realized how small my voice had
become. God, I was normally so assertive with my employees. Here, I felt
about six inches tall.
" I don't think I can support this. What will parents think ? I mean, I
have a teen daughter myself. I wouldn't want her shopping in a store like
that. We'd be promoting teen sex. It just wouldn't be right. "
There. I'd said it. My relief was short lived. Rick was in an
argumentative mood. He had this playful tone in his voice, that told all the
guys he was just indulging me by arguing. He didn't need my approval.
" We're not promoting anything. We only sell what people will buy. "
" But the perception will be negative. Parents will be upset by the
perception that we're marketing sex to teens. I myself would agree with
them. There would be other issues too. We would have to be careful in
advertising, because it could really backfire. Hiring for this kind of store
would be difficult; there wouldn't be too many women I know of who would
work in a place like that. Not to mention all the problems with loss
prevention... "
Then he turned it all around on me.
" So you see, Michelle, that we've chosen the right person to head this
effort. You understand the issues involved better than anyone else in this
room. You have an excellent management track record. You're exactly the
right person to open this store for us. "
" I wouldn't have time, " I tried to cop out. " I'm already loaded down
with my other stores. "
" That's taken care of. Our newest district manager, Josh, can pick up
your other stores. If this goes well, you'll be able to open a half dozen in
the next couple of years. Who knows ? Maybe you'll even be a DM when this is
done. "
So that ended it. I couldn't argue any more. I was too exasperated. Not
only had Rick dragged me into taking over his sick little teen lingerie
concept, but he had stripped me of my other stores, and put me on hold for
another two years on my ambitions to become a DM.
I sat in my car after the meeting, my whole body burning with the shame
of defeat. Why did I let him do this to me ? I should have quit long ago,
when other managers advanced ahead of me, and everyone I trusted told me to
quit. Instead, I allowed it all to happen. The more I let Rick walk all over
me, the more he expected it.
This same twisted pattern repeated itself through every part of my life.
My husband Vance, hadn't been home in three months. He too was used to the
way I let him get away with things. I bore my wounds silently. I knew he was
cheating on me. He had been from early on.
I couldn't even blame him for doing it anymore. I let him get away with
too much. Once I let it go, how could I expect to lay down the law ? He left
me to raise Lucy, and pay the mortgage, and only visited on holidays for the
sake of appearances.
It wasn't much of a marriage.
It wasn't him who had to go to church on Sundays every week, and explain
how pressing business kept him away. It wasn't him who had to tolerate the
whisperings of our neighbours. I just kept everything inside. As long as I
didn't let it get out, I told myself, everything would be fine.
I was holding everything together with tiny little strings. Every part of
my life was always threatening to pull away from me. It took all of my
effort, but I usually did a pretty good job of keeping control.
Recently, though, I could feel things slipping.
Little indignities. I let them happen all the time. This meeting with
Rick was one of them. I wanted to fight back sometimes, but there was
something disturbing just below the surface of my imagination. This is going
to sound horrible, but on some level, I guess I must feel like I deserve it
all. Letting go of my dignity by little bits and pieces gave me a queer
thrill...
... like watching some beautiful old house face the wrecking ball. It all
just seemed inevitable.
It's awful, I know. I don't know what's wrong with me. Whenever something
like this happens, I'm charged up by it for days. I get so mad at myself,
and in the rush of anger, there's an exciting taste of humiliation.
At night, in bed alone, I review everything in my head. I think of the
way that Vance has left me to the ridicule of our community, and it starts
my heart pumping. I think of the way Rick is always taking advantage of me
at work, and I can't help but get aroused. It's a shameful arousal, and the
more I chastise myself for it, the more exciting it becomes. Finally, I rub
myself frustratingly close to orgasm, before I stop myself.
That's the way I punish myself, and that's the way I keep control.
Whenever I do orgasm, too out of control to stop myself, I feel such
guilt about it afterwards. How could I be so excited by these shameful
submissions of mine ? If I let myself take this kind of pleasure from it, it
only becomes worse.
I couldn't explain it. I could only try to hold my life together, and
hope that my awful little appetites didn't take apart everything I cared
about.
I unbuttoned the suit jacket I had worn to the meeting, and started my
car. I wanted nothing more than to go home to a warm bath, and try to forget
this day ever happened. Nonetheless, I could feel my body reacting to the
humiliation I had felt standing in front of all those guys. Some of them had
been employees of mine, before they passed me in the ranks of the company.
Now they had watched me become a living joke. I was the new manager of
the teen lingerie store Rick had decided to call "Little Brats". My nipples
hardened through the thin silk of my blouse. The fact that I had chosen to
wear no bra, and a pair of sexy panties to the meeting only compounded my
the buzz of my arousal.
What kind of respect did I deserve when I played these dirty little games
?
None of the guys would have known, of course. It was just a naughty
little dare I had given myself in the morning when I chose my outfit, and I
was regretting it right now.
As I pulled out from my parking space, one of my hands dropped down
beneath the wheel. This was another bad game, and it progressed as I drove.
I would sometimes do this in the mornings, while listening to some crude
morning radio show. I would get it all out of my system before going to
work, then I would pull myself together, and be the efficient manager that
always got me into those sales reports Rick bragged about. I was always
surprised that no one in the other cars noticed as I jerked back and forth
in my seat As I squirmed, my skirt rode up on my thighs.
I sort of put myself on auto-pilot as my fingers danced beneath the
crotch of my panties. The soothing female voice on the radio didn't make any
sense to me now. She was talking relationships. I toned it out. I toned
everything out as I drove, and reviewed in my head the frustrations of my
day.
The way they all stared at me...
... my knees weak...
... the way my face went a deeper shade of red when I finally
surrendered...
... the laughter I was sure I heard when the door closed behind me...
" Can I take your order, " the voice of the menu board assailed me. Shit.
In my daze, I had driven to the fast food restaurant I often stopped by
before going home.
" Um, a coffee please. "
My head was already running forward to the take-out window. If I drove up
the way I was, the girl behind the window would be able to see everything.
She would see my legs spread, and the way I was playing with myself. She
would see the way I was bouncing my hips with every stroke, desperate to
cum.
And I toyed with the idea. The shame of it would be so very delicious. I
tried so hard to keep this part of my personality a secret, but I sometimes
ached to let it out.
The car inched forward, and I still hadn't made up my mind. I knew that
if I allowed myself, I would orgasm right there, beneath the take-out
window, with some teen girl gawking down at me. God, it would be intense.
Seconds before reaching the window, I panicked. What the hell was I
thinking ? My daughter Lucy has friends who work at this restaurant. I come
here nearly every day. I could never show my face again if I went through
with this.
I pulled my hand free, and sat back in my seat.
I don't know if the girl behind the window noticed the way my skirt had
ridden up to reveal my panties. I don't know if she could hear how ragged my
breath was from arousal, or see the burn of shame in my cheeks. For me, the
close call had sent me into sexual overdrive, and I couldn't wait to pull
away, and finish myself on the way home.
2.
" Jesus, Mom, it's only one night. "
I didn't want to tell Lucy that I didn't trust her. I didn't want to tell
her that I knew she was lying.
" I'm just not sure I'm comfortable with it. Are you sure it's okay with
Marcy's parents ?"
" Yeah, it's fine. "
" And they're going to be there all night ?"
" Well, except for the stretch around midnight where they go out to
axe-murder young girls. "
Lucy got more sarcastic every day. I could have called her bluff, but I
knew what would happen. Marcy's parents wouldn't be home. I'd leave a
message, and Marcy would erase it before they got a chance to hear it. Then
I'd have to fight with Lucy about this all over again, while she would
accuse me of not trusting her.
Which is true. I knew that Lucy was using this excuse to go see Brent.
And I didn't want to have *that* fight again. Eventually, she would back
me into a corner. I tried to be as firm as I could with her, but I was
starting to lose control.
It was only a matter of time before Lucy was walking all over me, just
like everyone else. So I tried to play ignorant. Avoid confrontation. At
least that way, I could still pretend that I was the authority figure. Or so
goes the theory.
" Okay, honey. Just... be careful, okay ?"
She shot me a look that told me she thought I was the stupidest thing to
ever walk the planet.
" Uh huh, " she grunted, and then went up to her room to pack.
Despite all the stupid little games of humiliation I played with myself,
and the way I always ended up on the losing end, I couldn't get used to the
idea of losing Lucy. She was everything to me. Brent was a pig. He had her
wrapped around his little finger in the way only a college guy can do to a
teenage girl. She was hanging out with his older crowd when she thought I
wasn't looking, and her personality was changing from day to day.
She used to be smart and independent. She used to have ambitions beyond
being a plaything for Brent and his college buddies. Now she dressed like
a...
... well, I wouldn't say the word. Not about Lucy. Let's just say that
the kind of clothing I was beginning to stock for the grand opening of
"Little Brats" would have fit right in with the stuff in her closet these
days.
No, she didn't wear them in front of me. I don't even know where she got
the money for them. Maybe from her father.
So how did I know about them ? The same way I knew all about Brent.
God, it gives me butterflies just thinking about it. You see, Lucy thinks
that the lock to her door keeps me safely out of her life. But when she's
gone, I use a nail file to click the door open, and I guiltily go through
her things.
I know all about Brent from her diary. That's the other reason I can't
confront her about it. Where am I going to say I got the information ? She
would hate me.
The details... I couldn't believe she wrote such details about the
*things* they did. There were things that even made me blush a little. And
to think of that pig doing these things to my little girl...
Of course, I felt guilty about it afterwards. It was such an invasion of
her privacy.
Nonetheless, I was already in excited anticipation about going into
Lucy's room tonight after she left. I knew that I would look through her
closet for her new purchases, and peak through her drawers for condoms, or
the vibrator I found last month. And I would settle onto her bed, and open
up her diary, and...
...you know...
...maybe even with her vibrator.
3.
A mall job will suck the life out of you. I know. It stole my career away
from me.
One day, you're working at a little trinket store at minimum wage, and
then, suddenly, someone quits, and you're an assistant manager. And you're
lost.
I quit college because the money seemed good, and I bought into the
bullshit story that I could really go places with the company. By the time I
realized that I was doing more work for less money than I had ever imagined,
I had invested five years into the lie, and I had mortgage payments to take
care of, thanks to my absentee husband who absolutely loved the expensive
neighbourhood we had bought our home in.
The hard part was propagating the lie. Every time I interview a teenage
girl to work in one of our crappy little stores, I give her the same
bullshit story about the way our company takes care of its employees. I tell
her the myth about the sales clerk who rose to become regional
vice-president within five years.
Some of them buy it.
Janice didn't. Maybe that's why I liked her.
" I have to level with you, Mrs. Woods..."
" Please, call me Michelle. "
She smiled.
" ... I don't see myself having much of a future with your company. My
grades are good in high school, but my parents don't have the money to send
me to college. I need to start saving up. Don't get me wrong, I'll work as
hard as I can while I'm here, but I'm not in for the long haul. "
God, I liked this girl. She was confident and assertive in a way that it
had taken me fifteen years to pretend to be. She had these dark, beautiful,
attentive eyes that made her really easy to talk to. I hired her on the
spot.
I don't mind telling you, it was the best decision I ever made.
She was there when the store was just a concrete floor, and ceiling tile.
The mall that Rick had chosen was a half hour away from where I lived. In a
way, I was relieved by that. I didn't really want Lucy or her friends
shopping there anyhow. It was embarrassing enough as it was.
It was so embarrassing, in fact, that I always felt a little erotic buzz
of humiliation going through me. I knew that Janice noticed it sometimes,
but she was really polite about it. If it had been anyone else, I'm sure I
would have lost control sooner.
For so long, I'd successfully kept my private urges out of my day-to-day
work. But ever since the last meeting with Rick, I'd been having trouble
keeping my feelings under control. It was just the constant humiliation of
my new position. I heard through the grapevine that the other store
manager's were laughing about me...
...about the way I'd been reduced to selling sexy panties to teenage
girls.
So all the effort I'd given to separating my career from my twisted inner
life was coming apart.
I even saw it in the attitudes of the other managers in this new mall.
I'd never worked here before, and each mall works a little different. In
this mall, there were already six Campbell stores in operation. Usually, in
a case like this, I would be the senior manager, based on my experience.
Unfortunately, in this mall, there was already a senior manager in place.
Lois was her name. She ran the SportsTime store across the hall from us.
I guess it shouldn't have bothered me. I should have been focused on the
grand opening of Little Brats. But there are always political games, and I
would soon find out that Lois loved playing them. I guess she was probably a
little threatened by me.
Again, what it came down to were just little indignities, but with the
way all of my barriers were coming down, I had a hard time keeping myself
under control. Early on, she showed me who was boss.
You see, in most little mall stores, there's no washroom in the unit. In
our case, that meant that we had to either share the washroom in the back of
the SportsTime store, or we had to walk all the way down to the food court
and wait in line for the public washroom.
For Janice, it wasn't a problem. She went over to the SportsTime store,
and got along with the employees just fine. She never had a problem. But
when I went over, I was always given a hassle.
" Oh, I'm sorry, " Lois told me, flicking a curly strand of red hair out
of her face, " One of our employees is using the washroom right now. She
should just be a minute. "
So I waited. With each passing minute, I got more flustered. There was
just something about standing there, with Lois knowing how badly I needed to
use the washroom, that was just terribly humiliating. I may as well have
been doing a pee-pee dance.
Fifteen minutes passed, and still nothing. By this time, I really needed
to go. I considered going down to the food court, but it was a long walk,
and Lois kept on assuring me that her employee would be done soon.
" It couldn't be much longer now, " she told me, with a little amusement
in her voice, as she saw me squirming with a need to relieve myself.
Finally, I began to leave. Only then did Lois actually check the
washroom.
" Oh, I'm sorry, " she told me, gesturing for me to come back, " I was
wrong. There's no one in there. You can go ahead now. "
It was shameful, the way I scurried back with her invitation, but I
really needed to go.
I closed the door behind me, but I knew that Lois was standing right
outside the door. That really bothered me. Nonetheless, I was desperate to
sit down. I hiked up my skirt, and pulled my panties down to my knees, and
then tried to relieve myself.
Nothing. Damn, what a time to have a shy bladder. I was so tense, with
Lois standing right outside the door, that I couldn't go right away.
I tried to force it. Despite myself, I let out a couple of little grunts
and whimpers in trying to pee. Just as I was about to go, I heard the
doorknob rattle, and I tensed up again as I prepared to cover myself.
" Sorry, Michelle, " she called from outside. " I just bumped into it. "
" It's okay, " I told her, but it felt like my bladder was going to
burst.
Twice more, she rattled the doorknob, and kept me from relief. Finally,
in desperation, I squealed out loud as I forced myself to begin peeing. I
could hear Lois chuckling outside the door as the sounds of my urine flowing
began.
By the time I left the washroom, my face was a bright red, and Lois was
gloating in her own subtle way.
If she had any idea of how it affected me, she didn't let on. I was so
horny for the rest of the day, that it almost physically hurt. I don't know
what upset me more; what Lois had done to me, or my own inappropriate
reaction. I'm sure that Janice later heard the story from other mall
employees, but she never said anything. She just kept up the same respectful
manner she always did.
For my part, I promised myself to never use the washroom in SportsTime
again. Of course, as soon as I made the promise, my perverse imagination was
cooking up scenarios under which I might be forced to go over again. You
know. Just in an emergency.
4.
As if it weren't bad enough that I had been pushed into the Little Brats
project, Rick called twice a day to check on my progress. Of course, we
hadn't yet opened the doors, but we were getting close. Rick was pushing for
me to order some of the more provocative designs from the suppliers he had
set up.
It was sick.
And I know what I'm talking about when it comes to sick stuff.
The early arriving inventory had my stomach sitting uneasily. Even more
than our adult lingerie stores, this stuff was aimed at sex appeal. I had to
find some models for grand opening print advertising, but every time I
thought about selecting some fourteen or fifteen year old to wear these sexy
little lace and silk panties, I thought about how tasteless it all was. What
if it were my Lucy who was modelling them ? I'd be a basket case.
Every time I thought of Lucy, though, I tried to direct my thoughts
elsewhere.
At home, things were only getting worse. With all of the time I was
spending at the store, I couldn't keep an eye on her the way I would've
liked to. Not that I could tell her what to do anyhow.
Like I wrote before, it felt like I was trying to hold my whole life
together with tiny little strands of thread. One by one, the strands were
breaking. I was ashamed of the what I was allowing Rick to bully me into. I
was ashamed of the way I was letting Vance off the hook. I was desperately
afraid of the way I was sinking into a submissive role with Lois, and the
way she would spread rumours of my humiliation amongst the other store
managers.
Most of all, though, I was ashamed that I was losing control of Lucy.
Every feeling of shame and inadequacy hit me squarely in the gut. Or, I
should say, in a region somewhat below the gut. It just compounded, and I
found myself working through a haze of arousal most of the time. Any time it
fell away, I just had to think of another of my failures, and it was all
back again.
So I tried to ignore what was happening with Lucy, at least to her face.
We pretended that things were still okay, and that I was still in control,
but as soon as I was out of the house, she was with Brent. She was busy
dumping away every good friend in her life, and filling the void with her
growing devotion to her college boyfriend.
I knew the whole story, of course. I was still sneaking into her bedroom
to read her diary when she wasn't home.
The only person I felt comfortable talking to was Janice. It was weird.
Teenagers are supposed to be all mixed up. By my age, you're supposed to
have it together. Between us, the positions were reversed.
I could feel everything I worked for falling away from me, and my urges
were just becoming worse. Janice was completely solid. She didn't seem to
have any of the emotional hang-ups that I did. For instance, I learned early
on that she's a lesbian.
Now, if I were a lesbian, I would find a way to make that into a shameful
secret. I would wrap it up into my humiliating little games, until I felt so
guilty about it that I couldn't take it anymore. Janice, on the other hand,
was completely comfortable with her sexuality. It was just a fact of life
for her.
" I don't go around advertising it, " she told me, when we got on the
topic. " People still have weird reactions to that sort of thing. It's not
dinner table type conversation. "
" No, I completely understand. "
And I did. I could only wish that my own sexuality were so
straightforward, and not bound up in feelings of guilt, anxiety and anger.
I talked about a lot of things to Janice. Despite our age differences, I
was beginning to think of her like a best friend. I talked to her about
Lucy, and my absentee husband, and my frustrations with my job. She listened
carefully, rarely making comment of her own. She knew that I just needed
someone to listen right now.
God, she's a special girl.
" I always want to take control of my life, Janice, I really do. It's
just that..."
" What ?" she asked gently.
I was so close to telling her.
" Michelle... ?" she urged me on.
But I couldn't. I couldn't tell her about the kind of pushover I had
always been. I couldn't tell her about the secret feelings that always
pushed me towards greater forms submission.
I think she might have known anyhow. I just got that feeling.
5.
My collection began quite unintentionally. It had been a hell of a day.
We had been open for three weeks, and sales were beginning to really take
off. Sales weren't the problem.
The problem was that I could feel the disapproval of most everyone who
walked by the store. Sometimes shoppers would wander in to browse, and it
would hit them gradually. All the sexy stuff in our windows wasn't for them.
It was for their daughters. Today, it had been a couple of middle-aged
women, and when the realization came in a series of whispers between them,
my cheeks had been on fire.
Later that day, I had to use the washroom.
I shouldn't even have to write something like that. It should be a
non-event. However, Lois kept the game alive. Because I had no one to cover
my break, I had to close up the store for a few minutes to go over and use
the toilet. It was silly to even consider going all the way down to the food
court. I considered it anyhow. Then, just like I did every day, I lowered my
eyes to the floor, and walked over to the SportsTime store. My body reacted
in advance to the humiliation to come.
I think even Lois was perplexed. After all the stuff she put me through,
why did I keep coming back ? So she pushed the encounters further. She would
pretend to lose the key to the door, and rummage around in her drawers while
I squirmed in my familiar little dance.
She would wait until I was begging with frustration until she finally
"found" the key, right on her key chain where it belonged. Other days, she
would hide all of the toilet paper, or accidentally barge in while I was
peeing.
This day, I went over to find the door unlocked. Lois was still standing
by the door, with a smug little smile almost hidden behind her glasses, but
she made no move to stop me. Once inside, I double checked the lock on the
door. I didn't want her barging in on me today, because I wasn't just peeing
this time.
That's so embarrassing to do while she's standing outside the door. I was
sure she would laugh with each splash of the water as I emptied my bowels.
God forbid I should pass gas while doing it. She really had me on pins an
needles.
There was toilet paper this time too. I wondered briefly if Lois had
given up tormenting me. I wasn't sure how I felt about that. I mean, it had
become a bit of a morning ritual over the last few weeks, and the
humiliation usually teased me the whole day afterwards.
Of course, when I tried to flush the toilet, I knew that she hadn't
stopped. She had just changed tactics again. The toilet did nothing. I tried
to flush again, but still nothing.
" Everything okay in there, " Lois called cheerfully.
I tried to pull the lid of the toilet off, but it was held in place with
a nut. Fuck. I looked down into the bowl. I was going to have to leave my
waste there for everyone to see. That was Lois' way of getting to me.
" I think your toilet is broken, " I answered.
" Don't tell me you broke it ! What did you do in there ? "
I didn't answer. I knew where this was going, and I skipped the
intermediate conversation. I reached over and unlocked the door.
" Gosh, you really went, didn't you ? " She knew how to rub in the
humiliation.
" Eileen, " she called, to one of her employees. " It looks like Michelle
really clogged up the toilet. Let everyone know that it's out of order, and
call a plumber to get it fixed. "
She was going to tell everyone. I couldn't stand the fact that the mall
employees would all hear about the way I had clogged up the toilet, and that
my waste was left floating there as silent witness to her little cruelties.
" I hope you know that I'll be charging the repair costs to your store, "
Lois told me as I left. I just nodded, and tried to keep from looking her in
the eyes.
So I was already feeling off balance later in the day when Amanda Lui
came in and began my sordid little collection.
" I'd like to return these, " said the girl, holding up a little gift
bag. She had come with a couple of friends, and they browsed the store as I
looked in the bag. Inside was a matching bra and panty set.
There were a lot of little indignities in performing this job. The nature
of the products we sold made it difficult, to say the least. I spent all day
measuring young girls for bra sizes, and helping them to choose an outfit
that their boyfriends would like. One indignity I had never expected to face
was of product returns.
I just thought that everyone would understand the reason why we couldn't
accept returns on panties and other personal items. Nonetheless, Amanda Lui
just watched me confidently as I stuttered through the policy.
" I'm sorry, " I tried to explain, " f-for sanitary reason, we can't, I'm
mean, we really can't take back undergarments. "
" But they don't fit. "
Cocky little bitch. I wouldn't have jumped to a conclusion like that,
except that Janice goes to school with a lot of these girls. She told me
about how Amanda, despite presenting a very respectable demeanour to her
teachers, was the real social bully of the tenth grade.
" We're happy to help with fitting before you purchase, but after you
take them home..."
" Wait a sec..." she was getting her back up now, sensing that I might
really refuse to give her money back, "you don't really expect me to go into
that change room with you, and let you undress me, do you? I mean, I should
be able to take it home and see if it fits in private. "
" But once you take it home, I have no way of telling whether you've worn
them or not. "
I tried my best to sound sympathetic. Well, at least I got the pathetic
part right.
" Are you calling me a liar ? I already told you that they just don't
fit. "
God damn. I'd had enough today. Amanda's friends had stopped browsing,
and were now watching the argument unfold.
On any other day I would have hung tough. That's what I should have done,
but my body was still getting little thrills from my humiliation at Lois'
hands, and I could feel my temperature rising again as I stood and argued
with a sixteen year old girl about her panties. I could feel everyone's eyes
burning into me.
Another couple of minutes, and I think I actually would have begun to
cry.
So I let her get the best of me. I saw her smug confidence return about
half way through my stumbling backwards on my argument. " Okay, um, I guess
we can make an exception for you. "
I rang through a 'no sale' and counted off her refund. The logical part
of me was screaming that this was a mistake. Returns were completely against
policy. If Rick or Lois saw it on the sales reports, I'd be dead meat.
So I did the only thing I could think of to save face with the other
managers. I bought the panties with my own money, and reimbursed the
register. That was the first of my collection.
6.
Lucy was home that night. She was watching a movie downstairs with her
friends, and she made it really clear that I wasn't welcome. That was okay.
I wanted to go to bed early anyhow.
Once I was in my room, I opened my briefcase.
My gut emotions hit me again. Shame. Anger. Worthlessness. Arousal.
There was always the arousal. I knew that's why I let myself do these
things.
Tucked in one corner of the briefcase was my newest purchase. I couldn't
believe I had allowed myself to spend $39.00 on something I could never
possibly use. I pulled them out.
God, I'm such a fool. The more I looked at them, I could tell that she
had worn them. I even detected the fragrance of a perfume on the bra.
Yes, I held them to my nose, and took a whiff. Amanda had definitely worn
the bra, and I was the fool who paid for it.
In a weird way, I knew I deserved this. It was just the right punishment
for being such a wimp all the time. I deserved to be standing in front of my
dresser mirror, holding a young girl's bra in one hand, and her panties in
the other.
I even deserved to be holding that bra to my nose, and smelling the cheap
perfume that Amanda had left on it. I looked down at my other hand, to the
pair of panties I was just certain that Amanda had used before returning. My
urges were growing, and I desperately wanted to do the same to the panties
as I was with the bra. It set off all sorts submissive feelings to even
think of bringing the teen girl's panties to my nose.
A panty sniffer. That's what I would be.
A wave of disgust sizzled through me, only fuelling my desires further. I
looked at myself in the mirror again. I was so careful with my appearance
all the time. I kept my body in pretty good shape. Maybe my thighs were a
little thicker than I would have liked, but overall, I still seemed an
attractive woman. I was dressed professionally. My hair and make-up were
flawless.
No one would guess, just by looking at me. No one would guess my secret
life, revelling in my failures, and masturbating to my daughter's diary. No
one could see through my disguise.
Until now, that is. Lois had seen right through me, and was getting worse
each day. No matter how I pretended otherwise, Lucy was walking all over me.
And now, some pretty little teen air-head had gotten the best of me, and I
was standing in my bedroom, my pussy throbbing with the thought of sniffing
her panties.
If I was going to put an end to it, it would be now. I had to get control
of myself, and stop my life from flying out of control.
I looked myself in the eye through the mirror's surface. I tried to hold
myself there, but my eyes betrayed me, and I found myself looking at Amanda
Lui's panties again.
This was it. My body screamed for release. Slowly, I brought the panties
to my face and began to drink in their fragrance. I could tell right away
that it wasn't just perfume. The panties smelled of sex. The little slut had
borrowed the panties for fooling around with her boyfriend, and I was
foolish enough to buy them back.
I could imagine her in them. Amanda was a tall, thin oriental girl with
straight hair half-way down her back. Her features were delicate, and it was
no wonder she was a social queen of her school. I imagined her naked except
for the panties, and then took a deep breath from the crotch of the lacy
things.
With my eyes closed now, it was like she was pushing her pussy right into
my face. I don't know quite how I managed it without stumbling, but I
dropped to my knees right there in front of my dresser as I buried my nose
further into the crotch of her panties.
The sexual rush was unbelievable. I had never dared to allow myself such
a demeaning position, even in my imagination. I belonged on my knees. I was
a sick little panty sniffer, and it felt so very good. I spread my knees
apart and began to rub myself towards an orgasm I didn't deserve. Just as
the first sensations of climax touched my pussy, I my tongue darted out, and
I began to lap desperately at the fabric of her panties.
I wanted to taste her so very badly.
Then, as if hit by an electric shock, I stopped myself.
" Oh, god, please, " I begged myself, as my body demanded release.
No. I'm not good enough. I'm just a pathetic little wimp who doesn't
deserve to cum.
But I wasn't even strong enough to take this stand. My body jerked with
desperation, and I couldn't control myself. I buried my fingers down the
front of my panties again, and then collapsed into my orgasm, grunting and
swearing at myself as the pleasure took me.
It was so good. I decided right then to add more panties to my
collection.
7.
The next day at work, I could barely look Janice in the eye. If she only
knew what a pervert she was working with, I was sure she would quit.
It was a Saturday, which made it extra busy in the store. Janice handled
the cash register while I took care of customer service. With each new
customer, I was proving to myself what a sad, pathetic loser I was becoming.
I would bring the young girls back into the change room, and politely help
them to find the right sizes and styles of lingerie.
All the while, my mind was dancing with images of myself, on my knees,
fully dressed in my business suit, with these little girls' panties pushed
against my face. It was so awful of me. These girls suspected nothing. I
came across so professional, but my hands were shaking ever so slightly as I
measured their trim little bodies.
God, it wasn't like I was a pedophile or anything. Or even a lesbian. I
mean, I didn't really fantasize about having sex with any of these girls. It
was just the electrically charged feeling of *knowing* that I was placing
myself lower than them. That I deserved to be worshipping their little
panties. And being so close to their naked bodies, it just brought the
fantasy so much closer to life.
When I saw Amanda Lui and her friends come back in to the store, my heart
jumped.
One of them had a bag in her hands. Was it another return ?
" Janice, why don't you go on your break now ?"
I didn't want to screw this up. Janice would refuse to take the return.
That's the way I had trained her.
" But it's still busy in here. "
" Go. I'll take care of it. "
A bewildered look, but she went.
With Janice out of the way, I turned my attention to Amanda and her
friends. The girl with the bag came up to the counter. She was probably a
year younger than the tall oriental girl, but carried the same cocky
attitude. That kind of superior attitude was like a drug for me. I remember
she wore braces on her smug smile, insuring that she would end up with
perfect teeth, like a little princess.
There was still a small part of me that wanted to resist, but I knew that
it wouldn't win.
" Of course we'll take those back, " I found myself telling the girl,
hoping that none of my over-eagerness showed through. I peaked inside the
bag. Pink satin. I could hardly wait.
" Can I show you anything else, perhaps for an exchange ?"
" Mmm. Maybe. I'll have a look around. "
She strolled through my store, taking her cues from Amanda. I drank in
the sight of her teenage body. I tried to memorize every curve, for the
fantasies I would play in my head as I worshipped her panties later. I loved
the way her tight jeans rode up her little butt. I could just make out the
line of her bra strap through her blouse.
A middle-aged woman wandered through the mall door, setting off the
little entrance chime. I looked guiltily in her direction, and hoped that
she hadn't noticed the way I was gawking at the teen's body. She didn't stay
long. Women her age rarely did.
Amanda and her friends took their time. Finally, when the young blonde
girl returned to my register, she bought a bottle of erotic massage oil. I
wondered if her boyfriend was impressed with all the extra sexual attentions
he was getting out of this deal.
By the time Janice returned from her break, I had already tucked away the
pink panties into my purse, and was looking forward to my night alone with
them.
The phone rang.
" It's for you, " Janice told me.
" Michelle speaking, how can I help you ?" It never hurt to be a little
formal. Hell, it might have been Rick, checking up on us again.
" Hi Michelle, it's Dawn Booth, from down the block. "
And from church. That made me a bit nervous. I didn't like to think about
the kinds of rumours that were floating around the church about my marriage.
Nonetheless, Dawn had always been nice to me.
" Oh, hi Dawn. It's really nice to hear from you. "
" I know this is sort of out of the blue, but I was hoping that you might
be able to baby sit for us tonight. Our regular girl has cancelled, and we
just can't get out of this fundraiser. It'd be a real favour. "
" Maybe I should call home and see if Lucy could do it, " I offered.
Silence for a moment. When Dawn spoke again, I could tell she was trying
to be diplomatic. What kinds of rumours had she heard about Lucy, I wondered
to myself. Not that I had any doubts that the rumours were true.
" We'd actually just prefer that it be you. Nothing against Lucy, mind
you. To tell the truth, we're just a little nervous about leaving Kevin with
anyone, and we'd be more comfortable with someone mature. "
" No problem. What time did you need me over ?"
Wimp.
8.
So there I was, fresh back from the mall, doing a 2 dollar per hour job
for the Booths, when the only place I really wanted to be was back in my own
bedroom, with Amanda and her friend's panties laid out in front of me, and
my fingers teasing my clit until I couldn't stand it anymore.
I called Lucy to let her know I'd be late. She didn't do much to hide her
glee.
She was probably inviting Brent over for a quickie as soon she was off
the phone with me. My protective maternal instincts lobbied for me to
intervene, but I knew it wouldn't do any good. Teens can be a little hard to
say "no" to, as I was learning each day at the store. Even if I had the
strength, it would just drive her away.
The babysitting itself was a no-brain job. Kevin was a little over a year
old, and was already in bed when I arrived. I sat in the living room, with
the baby monitor nearby, and tried to keep myself from thinking about the
cute little pair of pink panties I had stashed in my purse, out in the trunk
of my car.
They were going to be gone for hours. Tim had rented a tuxedo, for
goodness sake. It looked like Dawn bought a sexy little cocktail dress for
the occasion. I was going to be stuck here for a long time, and my body was
begging me to provide some relief of sexual tension.
It was silly.
I felt like a naughty little babysitter, going through Dawn and Tim's
video collection for something a little erotic to satisfy my needs. It was
actually a bit of a thrill, in the same sort of way that it was exciting for
me to snoop through Lucy's room. Dawn seemed like such a respectable woman.
She was just a couple of years younger than me. Somehow, it would be a real
turn-on to find a dirty movie, and to know that Dawn and Tim had enjoyed
watching it together.
Or to imagine the kinds of things they would do together afterwards.
But nothing was to be found in their videos.
That shouldn't have surprised me. They were both prominent in the church,
and probably wouldn't keep anything questionable in their main collection.
They wouldn't want any guests to stumble across something embarrassing.
Of course, there was always the possibility that Dawn was just too
upstanding to allow dirty movies into her house. That would figure. Not only
did she have a better husband, an nicer house, and a more attractive figure
than mine, but she was also a more moral person.
Damn, I wanted to find a flaw of some sort. I just wanted to find
something to prove to myself that she wasn't as perfect as she seemed.
So, for the most selfish of reasons, and with an my pussy damp from
anticipation, I quietly climbed the steps towards Dawn and Tim's bedroom. I
wasn't sure what I was hoping to find. Something little maybe. Like a
magazine, or a dirty video.
I almost turned back when I reached the door. It was closed.
It was the same feeling I got when I used the nail file to open Lucy's
room. I knew that I was doing something wrong, but I wanted to do it anyhow.
I wasn't really afraid of being caught, but my heart was pounding anyhow,
and I could feel the adrenaline pounding through my veins. I felt like a
thief.
Once I opened the door, I was lost.
It's hard to describe the smell of someone else's bedroom. It was nothing
strong, mind you. Just a hint of her perfume, or the different fabric
softener that Dawn used on her laundry, or the soap they washed themselves
with. I don't know. It was just the subtly unfamiliar cocktail of odours
that gave my body a thrill. It told me that I didn't belong here.
The two of them had left in a hurry, and the room was a bit of a mess.
Tim's clothing had been shed in the corner of the room, and was left in a
pile with the hangers and bag for his tuxedo. Dawn had probably been doing
some finishing touches on her make-up and jewellery. The counter in front of
her mirror was still lit by a little lamp, and three shades of lipstick were
laying open.
A voyeuristic thrill was my reward for going through the rest of her
make-up drawer, and testing her colours on my own flesh. Dawn had such
delicate features, I doubted she needed to wear much make-up, but what she
had was expensive.
I went through her clothing too. She wore sizes too small for my figure,
in designer labels too expensive for my budget. Of course I envied it all,
but truth be told, I was glad that a nice girl like Dawn had nice things for
herself.
Finally, I turned my attention to the drawers on her bedside stand. I
held my breath as I nudged the first drawer open. I don't know if I can tell
you what a rush of excitement it is to find something truly personal that
you were never intended to see. Dawn would just die if she knew what I had
found.
It was her drawer of sexy things. I paused there, with the drawer open,
looking down on the treasures; condoms, couple of erotic books, a slender
dildo that I couldn't help but imagine sweet respectable Dawn sliding into
herself. There were candles and massage oil. I reached gingerly into their
sex life, and nudged the books aside. I thought there was something
underneath.
God, you can't imagine the way I felt. Beneath those books was the video
I had come to find, but it was more exciting than I had hoped. It was
amazing. It looked like the video was home made.
XXX. 10-12-98
That was the label, and I knew there was no way I could resist. I took it
from the drawer, and headed for the door. Then I paused again. I wanted one
more thing, just to make everything perfect. It was what I had wanted all
day.
I opened the laundry hamper in the closet, and dug through it to find a
pair of Dawn's panties. Once I had them in my greedy little hands, I headed
downstairs for the VCR.
I could feel my body trembling as I sat back on the sofa, and waited in
tense anticipation as the TV warmed up. The sounds came before the picture.
They were the sounds of water.
Then the picture faded in, and I began creaming my panties as I realized
that this was exactly what I was hoping for. The scene was of Dawn in a
bubble-bath, and Tim walked back and forth in the bathroom, getting
wonderfully tempting views of her barely concealed body.
She teased him with a seductive smile that gave me chills.
As I watched the video progress, I brought Dawns panties up towards my
face.
My shame burned intensely. Of all the women at church, Dawn was the only
one who always treated me like an equal. She spoke to me with respect, and
even trusted me with her home and child. Now I was just proving how unworthy
I was of her respect.
I rubbed myself through my clothing as I worshipped her body on screen,
and took my first sniff of her panties. Her aroma was delicate, like
everything else in her life. God, I wished I could be more like her.
On the video screen, my friend rose from the bubbles to tease her husband
with her trim body. The video must have been taken before Dawn's pregnancy.
Everything about her was tight and sexy. I groaned with lustful envy.
Tim set down the camera on the counter, and came into the picture. He
touched her body the way I wished I could at that moment, caressing and
worshipping every curve. He rinsed away the bubbles on her rear end, and
Dawn responded by allowing his soapy hand to explore her ass.
I wanted to worship that ass too, but I knew I didn't deserve that kind
of pleasure. I didn't even deserve to have a friend as nice as Dawn.
" You're just a pathetic, fat, ugly tramp... what makes you think you're
good enough to worship my ass? " I imagined Dawn saying to me, with a
cruelty I had never known in her voice. The imaginary insult got me more
worked up than ever, and I found myself mouthing the words aloud as I
watched the video and held her panties to my face.
" Just look at yourself... you're a failure at everything. You're not
sexy enough to keep a man. You're too stupid to quit your dead-end job. Your
daughter is turning into a whore, and you're too weak to do anything about
it. "
The words stung, but my arousal kept me going. I watched as the scene on
the video switched to the bedroom. Tim made love to Dawn gently, enjoying
the warmth of her body just moments from the bath. I was getting close to
cumming, and continued Dawn's make-believe verbal assault on myself.
" You don't deserve to even be sniffing at the crotch of my dirty
panties. What makes you think that you have the right to watch my naked body
? Everyone knows what a pathetic little wimp you are. Look at how pathetic
you've become. You creep into my room like some horny little teenage boy,
just to get a sniff of my pretty panties... you're a perverted bitch...
aren't you..."
I couldn't talk any more. Tears were beginning to escape from the corners
of my eyes. Using Dawn's voice, I was talking to myself with the disrespect
I deserved from her. As my body toppled into orgasm, my eyes locked onto the
screen image of my friend, and I inhaled deeply from her panties.
It was all I could do to keep from passing out. This was further than I
had ever allowed my perversions to take me, and I had a feeling that I could
never go back to repressing my urges.
I returned the video, but...
...well, when they returned from the fund raiser, Dawn gave me a big hug
for taking care of Kevin on such short notice. She was a little tipsy from
drinking, and pushed against me as she whispered a thank you in my ear. It
gave me such an awful thrill to know that I still had her panties in my coat
pocket.
I couldn't let them go. Together with the pair I had brought from the
store, I now had three pairs in my collection, and I knew I would get a lot
of use out of them. I just hoped she wouldn't notice them missing from her
laundry.
9.
" It sounds like you're beating yourself up over nothing, " Janice told
me. I wished I could share in her generosity about my actions. " It sounds
like Lucy isn't going to back down for anything. You might call yourself a
wimp, but I don't think there's anything wrong with trying to preserve your
relationship with her."
Letting go is harder than it sounds, even for someone as naturally
submissive as myself. No matter how much I reassured myself, I couldn't help
but feel like I was failing my daughter.
In between her wilful outbursts, I would sometimes get a little taste of
the way things used to be, when Lucy respected me.
" The other day, she had a fight with Brent, " I confided to Janice. "
She crawled into bed with me and cried in my arms after getting off the
phone with him. I never thought that I could stand seeing Lucy unhappy, but
I have to admit... I was more content than I've been in months. We just held
each other, and for a few hours, I felt like I had my relationship back with
her. Or at least that we had a chance. "
" But... ?" Janice could already see the punch line coming.
" It didn't last. She was with Brent again the next morning. She's a
little better with me now, but I know it will fade again. "
" Don't worry. She'll come back. Guys like Brent may come through her
life, but Lucy's only got one mom. She can always trust you to be there for
her, and I think she'll come to appreciate that. "
I almost felt sick accepting Janice's reassurances. I didn't deserve any
of her kind words.
If either Lucy or Janice knew about my growing collection of panties, I
was sure that neither one of them would trust me again.
For half the night, I would stay awake on a sexual buzz, gingerly sorting
through the panties in my collection. In the past couple of days, two more
girls from Amanda's school had brought back their panties to me. The rumour
about our lax return policy was staring to get around.
Despite the fact that buying the lingerie from these girls had cost me
another $50, I was in heaven. They were both pretty young girls. One was a
tall black girl. The other was a sweet little brunette. Both had worn their
panties out on dates before returning them, leaving the odours of sex strong
on the undergarments.
God, what a sick little fetish.
I treasured them all. Amanda Lui's panties had started it all. I wondered
what the cocky oriental girl would think about the way I worshipped her
panties.
The second pair had come from Amanda's friend. They were a pretty pink,
and spent several night resting on my pillow case as I slept. My favourite
pair, however, had come from the laundry hamper in Dawn's bedroom. I felt so
guilty about stealing them, that it intensified my pleasure.
Now, of course, I had the other two pairs from the store, and they took
their place in the stash beneath my bed.
But that's not the worst of it. My sick little fantasies took me places I
never would have dreamed.
The next time I crept into Lucy's room, my body was already on fire. I
needed one more pair of panties to bring my collection to six, and I knew
just where to find them. As if it weren't low enough to privately sniff the
panties of my teen customers, my obsession led me into my own daughter's
room.
She washed her own clothes now, I guess to keep me from knowing about the
revealing outfits she was wearing. Slowly, I sorted through the pile on the
floor of her room.
It wasn't long before I found what I wanted. After the fight she had with
Brent the previous evening, she had gone out with him in the morning. It
didn't take much guess work to know how they had made up from their
argument.
Lucy had shed her clothes before going out with friends, so when I stole
into her room a half hour later, her panties were only off her body for a
short time. A shameful shudder went through me as I unfolded them in my
hands. There, in the crotch of her panties, was the evidence of her morning
sexual encounter with Brent. The panties were still slick with their mixed
juices.
I fell to my knees with a little whimper, and tried to hold myself back.
This was profoundly wrong. I hated everything about Brent, and the way he
was corrupting my little girl, but here I was, giving in to my sexual
appetites. I should never even have allowed these awful thoughts to fill my
head, but I knew that these panties would soon be a part of my collection.
I just needed a little sexual release first.
Kneeling at the base of my daughter's bed, I brought her panties to my
lips and inhaled the smell of sex. It bothered me to see the way my little
girl had drooled her boyfriend's cum into the crotch of her panties. It was
just so nasty.
Then, with my hands shaking in anticipation, I extended my tongue, and
began to scoop up the bitter deposit. Soon, my face was buried in Lucy's
underwear, and I was licking and sucking desperately, my cravings
unquenchable.
And that's the scene I was thinking about as I talked to Janice about my
family problems.
" Beneath it all, Lucy still loves you, " the girl with the dark eyes
told me.
I knew it was the truth, but I was sure I wasn't worthy of that love.
10.
Weekday mornings I was usually alone. Janice could work evenings and
weekends, but I had trouble finding anyone I could trust to work daytimes.
Sales really didn't pick up until after school was done anyhow, so I would
just come in early with a coffee, and read a magazine or something.
I tried not to think about my growing obsession with my panty collection.
I would spend my nights worshipping the pretty things, but during the day, I
felt like this unhealthy obsession could swallow me whole. Anywhere I looked
around the store would add fuel to the fire.
I also tried to keep my mind off of my inevitable visit to Sports Time to
use the washroom. The urge would hit me early, but in my anxiety, I would
delay my visit until I was absolutely bursting. Not smart. By the time I
locked up the store for a washroom break, walking down to the food court was
impossible. I could only hope that Lois was in a kind mood.
Lois had used the previous plumbing problems as an excuse to escalate her
humiliating control of my bodily functions. It was all pretty ludicrous, and
she knew it, but I think she was curious now about how far I would let her
push it.
" Are you only peeing today ? " she asked me. " I don't want to have to
call the plumber again. "
I glanced over to one of the sales girls, who was just outside of hearing
range.
" Yes, " I told her, my face going red from being treated like a child
this way.
" Maybe you'd better leave the door open a bit, so that I can make sure
you don't make a mess. "
How had I allowed this power shift to happen ? I nodded shyly, and left
the door open partially when I went in.
I don't mind admitting that I was distracted when I was relieving myself.
I was more than a little mad at myself for letting Lois tie me up in knots
like this. I wanted to rebel against her, and I rehearsed some venomous
lines in my head that I knew I'd never have the guts to say in reality.
So I didn't notice at first when my urine began to leak down the sides of
the toilet. Only when the warm liquid touched the back of my calves did I
jump a little, and try to figure out what was happening.
It was another prank. I should have guessed. This time, Lois had
stretched clear plastic wrap beneath the toilet seat, covering the opening
to the water below. My urine puddled there, and overflowed from the sides
onto the floor and my legs.
" Jesus, Michelle, what are you doing ?"
By virtue of me agreeing to keep the door ajar, Lois had a perfect view
of my latest mishap. I looked up at her sheepishly as she stepped into the
little room.
" It looks like you peed yourself a little bit, and made an awful mess on
the floor. I don't think that Eileen is going to be too pleased about
cleaning it up..."
" No, please... I'll clean up..."
" Don't be silly, Michelle. We're managers. We have employees to do that
sort of thing. "
I dropped my eyes to the floor in shame.
" Come on now, stand for me and I'll help you clean up. "
I can't believe I let her do it. She wiped down my legs with some paper
towel, and then, to my horror, pulled off some toilet paper, and reached
down between my legs. She took her time doing it too, letting me feel her
fingers probing me through the thin tissue paper. I just stood there like a
four year old. She even patted me on the bum when she was finished.
" It looks like you're going to need some help with this from now on.
When you come over, I'll come in to make sure you don't have any problems,
and help you clean up afterwards. "
My mind flashed on how awfully degrading it would be to have Lois watch
me make a bowel movement, much less the horror of letting her wipe my bum
afterwards. I couldn't imagine anything worse, but if I knew Lois at all,
she was already working on a way to make it even more humiliating.
I couldn't wait.
11.
I watched the little light on my answering machine blinking slowly. There
was still one message on the machine that I hadn't erased. I don't know why.
I didn't ever want to hear it again. Just thinking about it made me feel
sick.
From the time I heard his voice, " Hi, this is Tim Booth...", from that
very instant, I knew something was wrong.
" Don't call me at home... my cell number is..."
I tried to rationalize it. Maybe he was calling because he was planning a
surprise party for Dawn, I told myself. I knew it wasn't true, though. I
wasn't in the same social league as the Booths. Dawn was nice to me, but she
wouldn't include me with her friends.
No, this was something else, and I think I already knew that it had
something to do with the panties I had stolen from their room. That was my
instinct.
When I called him from work the next day, I could barely speak.
" Um, hi. It's Michelle calling... you know, from down the street...
and..."
" Yeah. I'm glad you called back. "
Then the jabs to my gut began.
" It's funny. We didn't even want to turn on the nanny cam when you were
over the other night..."
Nanny cam. Oh my god.
" ... but I thought that we should test out the system, just so that we'd
know it works. We were so convinced that we could trust you, that I didn't
even watch the video until yesterday. "
Than he stopped talking. He sounded a little nervous on the phone, but
the pause was controlled. He was letting me sweat.
" Did... uh... did Dawn, um..." I wanted to hang up, but I just stammered
stupidly into the phone.
" No, Dawn didn't watch it with me. But I have to tell you, it would make
some amusing viewing for later this evening. Trust me, you really made a
spectacle out of yourself. "
" God, I'm so sorry, " I began to beg. "Please don't show it to her. I
don't want to lose her as a friend..."
" Not to mention all the rumours it could start, " Tim twisted the knife
in a little further.
He was right. As much as I cared about Dawn, I was really worried about
the way this could pull apart my life. Most of my perversions were still
kept secret from everyone. I could punish myself for them in private. The
washroom sessions with Lois were anxiety enough... I just couldn't let
anyone hear about my panty sniffing. Or my collection.
I would do anything, and Tim knew it. Otherwise, he wouldn't have even
called.
" You can come over tonight, just after six. Don't be late. We'll work
something out. "
Every moment of that day was torture. I wondered what Tim would want from
me. If it was money, he would be disappointed. Between the household
expenses, and the way I was spending money on adding panties to my
collection, I didn't have much to give.
The way he sounded, I thought it might be sex. I could imagine the way he
had watched the nanny cam video, seeing me stroke myself with his wife's
panties at my nose. I could imagine his reaction as he saw me watching the
video of him and Dawn making love, and calling myself dirty names as I came
to orgasm. I mean, of course he would think I was a whore.
Tim wouldn't make love to me gently, the way I had watched him treat
Dawn. He would fuck me. Maybe he would want to cum on my face, or to fuck me
in the ass. Maybe he would want me to squeeze my tits together, and fuck my
chest. Maybe he would want to fuck me roughly from behind while I squealed
like a pig.
None of this would be new territory for me. Every time Vance came back to
town, he used me that way. I would do what he wanted, all the while, begging
him to stay with us. By the time my husband would leave town again, I always
felt like a well-used whore, and I could barely look Lucy in the eyes,
knowing the sounds she must have heard from our bedroom.
The thought of doing any of those things with Dawn's husband, though...
well, he just seemed like such a decent man. He was polite and respectful
when Dawn was around. Maybe this was just giving him an excuse to explore
his hidden fantasies, and I would be his willing plaything.
My body was on fire with fear, anticipation, and arousal.
The tension built through every part of the day. I'm sure that Lois could
tell how aroused I was when she helped me with my washroom visit. I
practically melted in her hands. When Janice arrived for the evening shift,
I could barely breathe, I was so nervous. I left without more than two
words.
I parked at home and walked over, trying to pretend to myself that this
was an ordinary day in the neighbourhood. Yes... just normal suburban
sounds. A lawnmower was running somewhere behind Mr. Lewis' tall hedges. A
dog barked from somewhere behind me.
Everything was normal except me, and my sick little fetishes. I walked up
the driveway of the one man in the world who actually knew that I was a
panty sniffer. Tim Booth knew exactly how much a pathetic loser I was. I
lowered my eyes and knocked gently on the door.
" Come in, " he told me nervously.
I stepped inside, and began to take off my shoes.
" No, " he warned me, " I don't want Dawn to know you're here. "
The blood drained from my cheeks. " She's home ?"
" Not yet. She's at the gym, but she'll be home in a few minutes. I need
to get you hidden before she gets here. "
In all my imaginings of the day, nothing prepared me for the weird scene
Tim had dreamed up. He led me upstairs, back to the room I had stolen into
the previous week. The same delicately unfamiliar smell of their bedroom
greeted me again. He opened the door to the closet, and gestured me in.
I paused.
I had been prepared to do anything to keep this secret safe. I would have
served Tim any way I could, one on one. But I didn't want to risk being
caught by Dawn. I would never be able to stand the hurt in her eyes.
Tim prodded me on. " She'll be home any time now. As long as you're
quiet, I'll make sure we don't get caught. "
He was nervous and aroused too. As I ducked into the closet, he lowered
his voice conspiratorially, "Dawn's always horny when she gets back from the
gym... I thought that I'd let you watch the real thing this time. "
As the closet doors closed, I could see cracks of light through the
wooden slats. My heart pumped furiously as I leaned forward on my knees, and
brought my eyes to one of the openings. God, it was amazing. I was only a
few feet away from their bed, nestled in amongst Dawn's favourite outfits.
Beside me was the laundry hamper from which I had stolen my first taste of
Dawn. While Tim went downstairs to greet his wife, I couldn't help myself
from digging through the hamper again, and finding another pair of panties
to sniff while I waited.
Tim was a puzzle to me. He could have forced me to do anything, but
instead, he chose to put together a scene that would come straight from my
own perversions. I suppose it could give him some great thrill to make love
to his wife, knowing that another woman was masturbating in his closet while
watching.
Whatever his reasons, I was shaking with excitement.
I heard the front door open and close. It wouldn't be long now. I held
Dawn's panties against my nose and breathed in deeply, knowing that I would
soon see the real thing.
They came in the bedroom door together, in a rough, passionate embrace
that brought them straight onto the bed. Dawn's body looked spectacular in
athletic wear that came right out of a work-out commercial. I couldn't
believe how good shape she was in, barely a year after giving birth. Despite
the sweat that was evident on her clothes, she didn't even look tired from
her work out. She wrapped her legs tightly around Tim's waist as he
positioned her on the bed.
This sex was definitely going to be rougher than what I had seen on the
tape. Tim took control early on, holding her by the hair as he pulled away
her clothing. She squealed and whimpered with mock surprise, but I could
tell she was enjoying the scene. I envied that. They could play healthy
little games like this in the context of a healthy relationship. Whatever
Vance did to me was just plain nasty.
My one hand was already fingering my pussy, while with the other I held
Dawn's undies to my nose. I licked them gingerly as I watched the scene,
hoping to taste the salt of her body on the warm fabric.
Tim held Dawn down on her belly, and used her work out towel to tie her
hands behind her head. He didn't spend a lot of time on the knots. She would
keep her hands there voluntarily now. He produced another towel from the
bedside, and used this one to blindfold his wife. She was totally under his
control.
" Who's the boss now, little girl ?" Tim teased her, as he rolled her
onto her back again.
" You are, " she admitted, and spread her legs for him.
The position that Tim had placed her in gave me a perfect view of her
body. Her pubic hair was trimmed neatly, and the beautiful little folds of
her pussy were displayed wonderfully. I almost groaned with my own painful
arousal.
Tim took off his clothes now. I could see his cock drooling pre-cum as it
dangled between his legs. He pulled his wife forward to the edge of the bed,
and teased her pussy with the head of his prick.
" Did you do a good work-out for me today, girl ?"
" Oh, yes. I keep my body nice and trim for you. "
" Because you like to get fucked ?"
" Please, yes. Please fuck me. "
Please. I wanted it too. She looked so ready for him.
He pushed into her gently. This part of their game wouldn't be rough. He
leaned forward, and I could hear them kissing as he eased his length into
her. I had to slow myself down to keep my orgasm from coming. I wanted to
save it until Dawn reached her climax.
As their bodies pushed against eachother, I could feel my own shame
burning. Here I was, on my knees in their closet. It was almost too much.
This is what I had let myself become. I was a voyeur, and a panty sniffer,
and I belonged on my knees for violating Dawn's trust. I didn't deserve the
intense, guilty pleasure this was giving me.
Poor Dawn. She didn't know about this betrayal. She moaned with lust as
her husband shared all their secrets with me.
His rhythm became irregular, and he cried out with pleasure. The
intensity of the scene must have really worked him up, because his orgasm
lasted an incredible amount of time. He pumped into her again and again,
grunting and moaning as he finished.
" Let me do something for you now, " he told his wife, knowing that she
hadn't yet reached orgasm.
Tim stepped from the bed, and then reached his hand out to the closet
door. I pulled back in horror.
Quietly, he slid open the closet door, and smiled down at me. His limp,
moist cock bobbed in front of me. He reached down now, and took me by the
back of the neck. I didn't have a choice, or so I told myself. He led me
forward, on my knees, to the edge of the bed, and positioned me between his
wife's legs. Then he stepped back to watch the scene.
I had never been so close to another woman's pussy in my life. I stared
at it dumbly, contemplating this final betrayal of Dawn's trust.
The aroma of sex was strong here. I had tasted this before, on the
crotches of little girls panties, but this smelled different. It smelled of
reality. It occurred to me that in all of my sick little games, nothing much
had been real. This was real. This was my friend's pussy, with her husband's
semen leaking from within.
It was intoxicating. I could have knelt there all day, worshipping the
beauty of it, but Dawn was growing impatient. She raised her hips slightly,
bringing her pussy level with my nose. She wanted satisfaction, and I wasn't
sure I could provide it to another woman.
I extended my tongue gently, trying to imagine myself in the same
position. What would feel good ? What would I enjoy ? I could see Tim
stroking himself hard again in the corner of my eye.
It didn't take much to get Dawn back into it. As soon as I began to
explore her pussy, she bit her lower lip, and groaned with pleasure. I
lapped up her husband's cum with the same unquenchable lust I had given to
the cum I had tasted from my daughter's panties not long before. This was
warmer and more plentiful, and I enjoyed every taste.
My confidence grew as I continued. I wondered if Dawn could feel the
difference between her husband and I. I wondered if she would even care at
this point. She was so damned sexy.
A stray thought hit me. Was it possible that Dawn was in on the planning
of this ? Had they watched the nanny cam video together, and then worked out
a way to have me pleasure Dawn, and still keep her dignity intact ? Were
they taping me right now, for later viewing ? God, that was an exciting
thought, but it was probably all in my imagination. Besides, I could never
know for certain.
Dawn whimpered uncontrollably, and her pussy began to contract. I
concentrated my efforts now on making this an intense orgasm for her. She
deserved it, and I deserved to be at her feet like this, serving her needs.
" Oh, lick it good, Mi..." her words trailed off as her pussy rose and
fell against my lips.
Only a hand on the back of my neck kept me from continuing my worship
after her orgasm subsided. Tim led me back into the closet and then came
back to untie his wife. My own body was screaming for release, and I
continued to watch and stroke myself as Dawn got ready for an evening class
at the college. Thank god her clothes were already laid out.
Tim came back up for a blow job after he sent Dawn off, I did it for him
from my knees in the closet, still dressed in my business suit. I even let
him cum in my throat. All the while, I was still thinking about the second
pair of panties I was stealing away from Dawn tonight. They were already
tucked under my blouse.
" I liked that a lot, " he told me, his softening cock still rolling
around over my tongue, " I'll call you next week if I decide to do it again.
"
12.
You might think it's a little late for me to admit that things were
getting out of control. My obsession with the panty collection was putting
everything at risk. Most every shift now, I was accepting returns from girls
as young as thirteen years old, and then paying the store for the pleasure
of taking them home to add to my other treasures. I remembered each one.
There were over thirty now.
I was running out of cash rapidly, and was even considering taking out a
loan. But what were my other options ? I couldn't go to Rick about it. He
would fire me in a second. On the other hand, I knew that I wouldn't be able
to stand up to these girls. Now that the rumours had gotten around about how
easy I was, they could see right through me.
It made me sick to think of everything I was risking with my pathetic
appetites.
With Lois, I was risking my professional reputation. She could ruin me at
any time. I was at her mercy.
With Tim Booth, I was risking my community. Even if I quit my job, I
would still be worried about the things he could tell my neighbours and
everyone at the church.
At the store, I was risking everything. Technically, what I was doing was
fraud. I could be fired. I could be prosecuted. More worrisome still, I
think some of the teenage girls were beginning to notice the way I looked at
them... the way I memorized the curves of their body for later worship. I
was sure they would soon see right through the way I blushed as I accepted
their dirty underwear back.
What then ? Even though they lived across town, my daughter knew some of
these girls.
I couldn't bear the thought of Lucy finding out. Not while her panties
are in my collection too.
Janice knew about the returns. How long did I expect to keep it from her
? It was only a matter of time before one of the school girls tried to
return her panties on Janice's shift. She did exactly what I should have
done the first time Amanda Lui challenged me. Janice referred to the store
policy, and refused the return.
The next evening, when we were alone together, she told me about it.
" I know that you're taking the underwear back, Michelle, " she levelled
with me. Count on Janice to be straightforward, even in awkward
circumstances. " All the girls at school talk about it. This is the first
time any of them have tried it with me though. "
I couldn't meet her gaze. She paused before saying anything else.
" I can tell you're in trouble, and it's not getting better. You can tell
me what's going on. "
I could feel tears coming to my eyes.
" I don't want you to think I'm an awful person, " I told her.
" I could never think that. "
My body melted into the familiar mixture of self-loathing and arousal as
I considered revealing every sick detail of my fantasy life to this sixteen
year old girl.
" I have a collection..." is how I began it.
13.
" So I hear you fired Janice."
I nodded meekly. Lois stood over me as I waited for her permission to
pee.
" That's an odd choice. She seemed like a really competent sales clerk. "
I could hardly believe it myself. Ever since I'd done it, my stomach had
been tied in knots. I guess I just got scared. The previous night, I told
her everything. She knew about these daily washroom visits with Lois, and
the increasingly intimate direction they were taking. She knew about my
panty collection, and my twisted nightly worship routines. I even told her
about the way I had submitted to weekly visits in my friend Dawn's closet.
Janice had listened with more understanding than I could have hoped to
expect from anyone, her dark eyes not betraying even a hint of the revulsion
I knew she must have been feeling.
Then, in an act of cowardice that I knew I would torture myself over for
weeks to come, I fired my only friend. I told her I didn't need her. I told
her I wanted her out of my life. Those were lies, of course, but what did it
matter ? All that mattered was that I had thrown the last bit of stability
out of my life.
" I heard rumours about you before you came over to this mall, " Lois
told me. I concentrated on holding my bladder while she talked. " I heard
that you were a real tough manager, and that you fired people for the
slightest reason. When I saw you, with your perfectly co-ordinated outfits,
and precisely applied make-up, I thought I was in for a real fight over
control of the mall stores. "
I whimpered in desperation. She really liked when I did that.
" Of course, you and I know differently. It think you actually enjoyed
being broken by me. I was just playing these little washroom games to pick a
fight with the new bitch across the hall, and I stumbled across your
submissive streak quite by accident. "
My body gave two tiny shudders with the words 'bitch' and 'submissive'.
Lois had been practising my hot buttons lately.
" That's right... you like being my submissive little toilet girl, don't
you ? "
I nodded pathetically.
" Okay then, you can pee now. " She continued talking while I piddled for
her amusement. " Now where was I ? Oh yes, your reputation. I was a little
puzzled on how you got such a mean reputation, being such an easy cunt to
control. "
My face was on fire. There was a time when I would have taken pride in
that reputation, and fought for the respect I deserved from Lois. Now, I was
barely worth her effort.
" But now I see it. You were always a weak bitch. You just hid it really
well. Anytime people challenged you, you fired them as a gut reflex. Is that
what happened with Janice ? Hmm ? You hired a good employee, and the minute
she started to figure you out, you fired her. "
With a final squirt, I was finished relieving myself, but I knew that
Lois wasn't done with me yet. She extended these humiliating little sessions
a little each day.
" Stand up, girl, " she ordered me, as she retrieved a couple squares of
toilet paper. I stood facing her, and kept my eyes on hers, just the way she
liked it. She liked to see the shame in my face as her hand explored my
privates. She could feel everything.
She dropped the tissue into the toilet, but continued her attentions with
her bare fingers afterwards. I bit my lower lip as she played along my
sensitive clit. She would continue to do this until my legs almost buckled.
She loved being in control of me this way.
" All right, it's time for me to see your bum. I need to make sure you're
clean. "
This was a new addition. I had been avoiding using her toilet for bowel
movements, but I guess she decided to go to the next step anyhow.
" Turn around and bend forward, " she commanded. " That's right. Now hold
your bum apart. That's good. I want to see right inside. "
I thought of the shameful picture I must be, dressed in my business suit,
hunched forward over a toilet, spreading my ass cheeks for Lois to inspect.
Every sane instinct told me to resist this treatment, but I knew that she
would get the best of me. What was the point in complaining ?
" You know, " she continued, as she left me in position, " Janice was far
too good an employee for you to keep to yourself anyhow. It was just a
matter of time before I took her from you. "
Not Janice, I argued silently. She was too loyal.
" Now that you've fired her, it just makes it easier. I'll call her
tomorrow. I can't wait to hear what other juicy gossip she can tell me about
you. "
This was too much. No, I didn't want Janice working for this bitch, but
there was nothing I could do to stop it. I just held my humiliating
position, and tried to convince myself that Janice would remain loyal to me,
and not tell my secrets to Lois. That would kill me.
" Well, it looks like your bum is good and clean. Now that I think about
it, though, I wonder if mine is as clean as I'd like. Turn around and drop
to your knees, Michelle. "
I knew what was coming next, but nothing prepared me for the erotic
thrill that sizzled through me when she turned away from me and began to
unbuckle her belt. I'll bet that Lois was in her glory. Hell, she had always
known that someday I'd be kissing her ass. I'll just bet she didn't think it
would be this literal.
14.
It was all inevitable now. I hadn't left myself any room to escape.
Over the next week, I just waited for someone to expose me. I deserved
it. On Tuesday, I spent another evening on my knees in Dawn's bedroom. Tim
showed no signs of letting me off the hook. Lois had hired Janice, and I had
a sick feeling that all of my secrets would soon be revealed.
At home, I shut myself away from Lucy. I knew it was only a matter of
time before she learned about me, and it hurt me too badly to think of
losing her.
Then, on Friday, I came to work to find Janice had already opened the
store. I held my coffee and keys dumbly in front of me as I wandered in from
the mall.
" What are you doing here ?"
" Oh, " she responded with a smile, " It's a short week at school. They
gave us the Friday off. "
" No, I mean, why are you *here* ? You work for Lois. "
" That's okay. She gave me permission to transfer back over here. You
need me more than she does. "
She was pretending that this was somehow okay. I was getting more
flustered by the moment.
" But I fired you. You don't work for me. "
" That's a matter of opinion. Jesus, Michelle, you know you need me. Why
do you have to put up such a fuss about it ?"
" Listen, Janice, this is my store. I don't want you here. "
" If you'll excuse me saying, this is a fucked up time for you to try to
assert yourself. In the end, we both know that you'll do exactly what I say,
so why don't we skip the middle steps ?"
This was the first time Janice ever took a forceful tone with me, and I
think I loved her for it. Yes, I needed her around. She was my best friend.
And she was full of surprises.
" I've given this a lot of thought, " she explained. " You're a really
special person, Michelle, and I don't want to see you get hurt. But the
truth is, you're always looking for other people to take control, and you're
finding these people in the worst possible places. "
Vance. Rick. Amanda. Lois. Tim. Yeah, I guess I could have done better.
" So now, like it or not, you're taking your orders from me, and I'm
going to set the rules. "
A little flush of shame came over me as I realized how easily even a
young girl like Janice could take control of me, but somehow, with her, it
didn't seem so bad. I felt something I hadn't allowed myself for a long
time; trust.
Two things changed immediately. The first came when I needed to go to the
washroom that morning. Janice gave me permission to go over to SportsTime.
Once I was there, though, Lois avoided me. The door was unlocked, and I was
able to use the washroom without any problem.
It was almost a let down in a way. I was relieved, of course, but I sort
of craved the wicked interactions that Lois had staged.
Janice read my thoughts. " Don't worry. We'll find you a new dominant
female to play with. This is just too close to your professional life. We
wouldn't want any rumours to get around. "
" But how..."
" It just took a little threat to remind her how much trouble she would
be in if Rick found out about her games. At first, she was a little defiant,
but once I added a threat that I would charge her with sexual harassment,
she caved right in. It wouldn't look good for her to be hitting on a sixteen
year old girl. "
So that was that. Janice had stepped in and declared a truce between Lois
and I.
The second big change of the day was that there were no returns at all.
Janice explained that one too.
" I just let out the rumour around school that we would need an parent's
signature on the return forms from now on. There was quite a little pause in
the locker room conversation when I let that one slip, as each of the girls
thought about asking their mothers to come along. I'm afraid that there
won't be too many more additions to your collection from now on. "
She was right. In the next few days, no one brought in any returns. In
two quick measures, this extraordinary girl had pulled my career from the
edge of ruin. Within the next week, she was working on my personal life too.
God, she was strict. She had me on a daily routine that dictated my
clothing, food, exercise, and social activities. She cut back my work hours,
and had me hire another part-timer for the store.
" No secrets, " she warned me. " These rules are for your own good. If I
let you do things on your own, you'll be tempted to take care of your own
sexual needs, in an unhealthy way. We'll find a ways to satisfy your sex
life. In the meantime, you do everything I say. "
She even built it into the schedule. I was allowed to visit my panty
collection once every night, but only under her supervision.
That must sound weird. I mean, I never wanted to reveal my sick fantasies
to anyone. Every night, though, she came over, and locked us into my room.
She would watch me from beginning to end. I would bring out my panties, and
sniff and lick the little crotches. I would even tell her which girls they
belonged to, and what I fantasized about doing to their bodies.
Janice went to school with most of these girls. Being a lesbian herself,
I'm sure she must have been attracted to some of them, but she never let on.
She just watched with mild curiosity, and told me when I was allowed to
orgasm.
Jesus, those were intense. I couldn't believe I was letting her watch me
do it. It was such a thrill.
So we settled into a bit of a comfortable routine. Janice spent a lot of
time in the evenings over at our house. Some nights, she would hang out with
Lucy too. That surprised me. The two girls were so much opposites, I would
have thought they'd dislike each other, but they really clicked.
" Do you think that Janice would like it if I set her up with one of
Brent's friends ?" Lucy asked me one night. Our relationship had improved,
now that I was spending a little more time at home. She was talking to me
again, and that was a good start.
" I have a feeling it wouldn't work out, " I told her, but avoided
telling her why.
Another feeling I had was that Janice was working on other things behind
the scenes. I hadn't heard from Tim Booth in a couple of weeks, and I got a
call from Rick that he wanted to meet with me the following Monday. Janice
didn't tell me anything, but seemed pleased with herself.
That weekend, she sent me out to the liquor store to buy a couple of
bottles of wine. " I think we should celebrate our new arrangement, " she
told me.
She let her parents know that she was staying over. We rented a couple of
movies, and ordered chinese food for a lazy evening at home. It's weird how
quickly I've grown comfortable with Janice. She really is my very best
friend.
As we were settling in for the evening, I was surprised to hear Lucy
coming in through the front door.
" I thought you were out with Brent and his friends tonight. "
" I was, but he took me to another lame frat party. "
" So what are your plans now ?"
Lucy grinned when she saw the chinese food. " You guys wouldn't mind if I
hung around here, would you?"
I can't tell you what a nice moment that was for me. We hung out most of
the night. I had a little too much wine, and so the girls had to bring me
upstairs to bed. I woke up an hour later to use the washroom. That's when I
got my second pleasant surprise of the evening.
As I passed by Lucy's room, I could hear that both girls were in there,
and what they were doing was unmistakable. A slight pinch of jealousy, or
motherly concern, or something, touched me as I heard them pleasure each
other in the dark of my daughter's room. It passed quickly.
Actually, Lucy would do a lot worse. Janice was exactly the kind of lover
she needed.
Later in the night, as I lay awake in bed, that dark-eyed girl visited me
in my bed.
" Mmmm, " she whispered to me contentedly, " I think I'm in love. "
" I'm so glad for you, " I told her.
" And I'm glad for you. I think I've got everything under control now.
I'll still keep you on a strict schedule, but I'm sure things will get a lot
better. You'll still go to visit Tim and Dawn once a week, but there's no
more blackmail. Dawn knows everything. We'll find you more lovers later..."
" How many more ?"
" As many as it takes, " she smiled. " Oh, one more thing. "
I nodded.
" Here's one last contribution for your collection. "
Janice pressed her panties into my hand, and then went back to Lucy's
room to sleep. Her bare bum looked delightful in the half-light of the
hallway. I would sleep soon too, but not before enjoying my newest treasure.
***
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