Sex Shop Girl

By Orestes

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   If you're a respectable girl, you just have to have 
a cover story for going into a sex shop to buy a 
vibrator. 

   " It's a gag present, " is so cliché, I felt stupid 
rehearsing it in my head. 

   The girl behind the counter didn't care anyhow. I 
could see it in her eyes as she watched me walk by. Why 
would I think she would care ? Hell, she works with 
this stuff all the time. She probably eats her lunch 
behind the counter, with a wall of massive rubber cocks 
as her only view.

   So why should I be embarrassed ?

   But there it was. I had that wicked little burn of 
shame in the back of my head, and my body was 
responding the way I knew it would. 

   It was like the times I'd gone to various 
convenience stores around town in the middle of the 
night to buy dirty magazines. The funny thing is, it 
wasn't really the magazines I was after. I mean, yeah, 
I hold onto them in an embarrassing little stash in my 
panty drawer that I'd die if my roommate found, but it 
wasn't so much the magazines at all. It was the jittery 
little burn of humiliation when I went into a corner 
store, looking every bit the respectable girl, and 
asked by name for the raunchiest magazines on the rack.

   I'd sometimes sit in the car for a half hour before 
going in to do the deed. 

   Sometimes I had to rub myself inconspicuously 
beneath the steering wheel, just to work myself up to 
it. 

   The longer I waited, the more difficult it got. The 
clerk would give me a funny look for sitting in the car 
for so long out front of the store. Then I'd sort of 
linger around the store, stealing glances at the 
magazine rack behind the counter, my face going red 
when the clerk catches my eye.

   Finally, when I couldn't bear it any longer, I'd 
blurt out my request, and then rush home with my prize, 
so horny I could barely drive.

   It was such a dirty little thrill. I would always 
avoid the store afterwards, convinced that I'd be out 
with friends, and the clerk would make some off-hand 
comment or something. Silly stuff. 

   But when it came to the actual sex shop, I had 
always chickened out. I had this vision of some middle 
aged scuzzy guy behind the counter, leering at me 
suggestively while I squirmed in my designer clothing 
in front of the sex toy display wall. 

   Until this night, I had always just sat in my car, 
rubbing myself nervously, trying to work myself up to 
the act of going in. 

   And now that I was inside, trying to keep my 
breathing under control as I looked at each sex toy in 
turn, I stole little glances at the counter to see if 
the girl was watching me. 

   She was about my age, but she certainly fit better 
with this atmosphere. Her dark hair had purple 
highlights Her nose had a tiny silver stud in it, and I 
briefly wondered if she was pierced anywhere *else*... 
a thought which I suppressed after it sent a little 
thrill through my body. She was attractive enough, but 
in a low-class sort of way.

   Hell, I shouldn't think in those terms. It's just 
hat I grew up in circles where cosmetic surgery, 
dermatologists and personal trainers were the norm, and 
it was instinct to evaluate the wealth of other girls 
by these expensive refinements of personal appearance.

   " I'll take ten tokens, " an overweight guy 
approached the counter. He held out a bill to the girl 
behind the counter, and then brushed past me with a 
handful of coins on his way to the video booths in the 
back of the store.

   She didn't give him a second look either. Even 
though she *knew* what he would be doing in that video 
booth. Hell, she probably had to clean the damned rooms 
at the end of the night. 

   For some reason, that bothered me. I mean, there I 
was, my panties damp with nervous excitement. My heart 
was racing. I felt so dirty, just being in a shop where 
men came to jerk off, or rent disgusting videos, or buy 
strap-on dildos for their wives. And she didn't care. 

   As far as she was concerned, I was just the same as 
any of these guys. It didn't matter that I was a well-
dressed college girl. It didn't matter that I was from 
a respectable family. She just lumped me in with the 
steady stream of perverts she dealt with every day.

   But I was different, I wanted to tell her. Unlike 
these middle-aged guys with downcast eyes, this was 
*below* me. I should be ashamed to be here, eyeing the 
vibrators hungrily.

   Suddenly, my " It's a gag present" flew out the 
window. 

   I wanted... needed to shock her just a little. 

   I reached for the largest rubber phallus on the 
wall, and turned towards the counter.

   " Excuse me, " I squeaked out, almost unable to 
believe that I was actually doing this. " Um... do you 
think this would... um..."

   Oh god, why had I drawn attention to myself this way 
? I wanted to drop the thing and run, but instead, I 
found myself finishing the lewd question.

   " I mean... would it fit in my rear ?"

   Although my body was lighting up like a pinball 
machine, she didn't seem shocked. Just amused. She was 
holding back her laughter. I couldn't look her in the 
eyes. 

   " With a little practice, " she answered, 
diplomatically.

   I couldn't stand it. I was creaming my panties under 
her amused gaze. I wondered if she imagined me, with my 
Tommy Hilfiger jeans around my ankles, struggling to 
push this big black cock into my ass. With that 
humiliating image, I had bitten off more than I could 
chew. 

   I reached out for another package. I just chose the 
fanciest vibrator I could find, as quickly as I could 
find it.

   " Maybe I'll take this one too... for my... um... 
you know... "

   She took it from my hands gingerly, and began to 
punch the items into her computer. 

   " You'll probably want some lubricant to go with 
this one, " she was referring to the big one with it's 
head staring at me over the edge of the counter. There 
was just a trace of a smile in her voice. I nodded 
without looking up.

   " Okay, that'll be $160.46. "

   Shit. It was more money than I had brought. In my 
haste, I hadn't even looked at the prices. 

   " Oh god, " I whispered to myself, desperately 
wishing that I was back in the car, and able to rub 
myself in private. I squirmed as I pulled out my purse, 
and reluctantly handed her my gold card. Stupid, I told 
myself. I should just walk away. Now she'll know my 
name.

   But I couldn't go without my prizes. Just looking at 
the monstrous dildo would give me nights of pleasure, 
remembering the exquisite humiliation of the way she 
looked at me. 

   A man walked through the front door as I waited for 
her to put through my purchases. He stood behind me, 
waiting to get some tokens. I couldn't look in his 
direction either. What he must think of me, an 
attractive young woman who was buying such disgusting 
toys. 

   Would he think about me when he went back to the 
booth ?

   Finally, she handed me back my card. I didn't wait 
for her to put my purchases into a bag. I needed to get 
out of there, before I embarrassed myself further. I 
scooped the toys into my arms, and headed for the door. 

   The clerk watched my abrupt departure with that same 
sort of amusement in her eyes, holding a plastic bag in 
her hand.

   God, I felt stupid with her looking at me like that. 
In another minute, she would have tucked these things 
safely into the bag. Instead, I stumbled out into the 
street with an awkward armful of sex toys and 
lubricant, and hoped that no one would see me on my way 
to the car. 

   I dropped my keys, and then the dildo as I struggled 
to unlock my door. By the time I got myself and my new 
prizes inside, I had convinced myself that half the 
population of the city had seen me.

   And I swore I'd never come back. But I was less than 
half way back to the apartment before I had to pull 
over and rub myself to my first orgasm of the evening. 

*****

   " Angela, get your ass out of bed..." Kyla said 
forcefully. This was the third time she'd tried to wake 
me this morning.

   Okay, I'll admit. I wore myself out a bit playing 
with my new toys. Well, the smaller one, anyway.

   " Come on. I don't want to be late. Do you need me 
to dress you and drag you out the door ?"

   I knew she was joking, but that woke me up. She was 
standing dangerously close to my dresser. If she just 
opened the wrong drawer...

   ... god, how could I be horny again so soon ?

   Kyla stayed for a minute while I flopped out of bed. 
I headed for the washroom, not remembering at first 
that I had stripped off my pyjama bottoms during the 
night. Even the breezy feeling on my backside didn't 
clue me in. 

   " Cute, " Kyla said, sarcastically. I gave her the 
finger as I closed the bathroom door.

   It was just good fortune that I'd found a roommate 
as cool as Kyla. We both landed in this college town 
earlier in the summer, hoping to have a little fun 
before our first semester began. Money wasn't a problem 
for me, but having her as a roommate really helped me 
into the social scene. She just had one of those 
outgoing personalities that made everyone want to know 
her.

   And we got along great.

   We even scheduled our courses so that we could ride 
to school together. Which is why she was on my case 
today. We had our first sociology class to go to this 
morning. 

   So I didn't have time to - you know - in the shower. 
We just barely had enough time to get to class before 
the professor began. 

   " I'll just begin with the attendance list... please 
correct me if I don't get your name quite right, " he 
told us. The guy looked awfully young to be teaching 
college. Then, this wasn't exactly the academic centre 
of the universe. I chose it because it was a party 
school, and it was far from home. But, I suppose there 
were some kids who just couldn't afford much better. 
 
   The snob in me was picking them out as I listened to 
the professor call names. 

   " Russell Bench. "

   " Russ."

   " Angela Crisp. "

   " Yes, " I answered.

   There was an Andrew... probably here to party. 
Dylan, who was dirt poor and didn't suit his name. 
Camellia...

   " Cammy, " she answered. 

   And my heart stopped. It was her. It was the sex 
shop girl. I heard it in her voice before I even looked 
in her direction. 

   What the hell was she doing here ?  

   Soon after the attendance was read, I excused myself 
to go to the washroom. My stomach was doing a little 
dance, and I needed a few minutes to compose myself.

   In all of my flirtations with humiliation, none was 
ever as intense as this one. The previous night, the 
sex shop girl had filled my sexual imagination. Just 
thinking of the amused look on her face made my legs 
weak with arousal. But it had been harmless enough. She 
had just been a human prop for my sexual thrill-
seeking, and I never expected to see her again.

   She would just be a warmly embarrassing image to 
masturbate myself with.

   But now I knew her name. Cammy. Camellia. Whatever. 
It was just wrong. She wasn't supposed to have a name. 
She wasn't supposed to be here, in my social group. She 
was just a sex shop girl.

   I stayed in the washroom stall, trying to gather my 
nerves. I tried to reason with myself. She wouldn't 
want anyone else to know what she did for a living. 
She'd be as embarrassed as I would. No one would 
believe her anyway. I'd make sure of it.

   I mean, I could convince my friends to not hang out 
with this girl. She was low-class anyhow. 

   And then no one would find out. Only she would know, 
and I'd make her social life hell if she so much as 
whispered a word about it. But was it enough, I 
wondered to myself. She would still know. She would 
still look at me. And maybe I'd even see a little bit 
of amusement in her eyes.

   My hand drifted down between my legs. I was getting 
so horny that I couldn't think straight. I'd definitely 
have to take care of that before going back to class.

*****

   Okay, so my little plan worked like a charm. Mostly.

   Ignoring Cammy was easy. In fact, before the week 
was over, I had most everyone ignoring her. What can I 
say ? Kyla and I were popular from the start. I had 
always been able to play social politics. That's just a 
survival skill where I come from. 

   So I was ignoring her. Kyla was ignoring her. All of 
the other girls we had begun to hang around with 
followed our lead, and ignored her.

   The problem was, she was ignoring me too. 

   No eye contact. No little knowing smile. It was like 
she was pretending to not even know who I was. It was 
like my encounter with her in the sex shop didn't even 
happen.

   My humiliation was smouldering just below the 
surface, and by ignoring me, she was rubbing it in. It 
was like she was saying, "you're just like all the 
other perverts, and not worth my attention" or 
something like that. 

   And it pissed me off, because every day I was 
showing how much better than her I was. I dressed in 
better clothes. I drove a beautiful car. I was cute and 
popular. I was so high above her that she should really 
have been shocked by the way I behaved in the store. 

   But she was pretending not to be.

   Bitch.

   When the weekend arrived again, Kyla and I were 
invited to all of the parties. Another little victory, 
as it seems poor Cammy was left out.

   I didn't end up going to the parties, though. I told 
Kyla I was too tired, and she went alone. After a 
stressful week, I was just looking forward to a little 
bit of relaxation time with my panty-drawer stash. I 
was so eager to get rid of Kyla that I even gave her a 
ride to her party.

   It was on the way back that I found myself choosing 
a route that would lead me past the sex shop. Just a 
little game of I-dare-you to get me warmed up for the 
evening. I slowed down as I passed it, stupidly hoping 
that someone would open the door to enter just as I was 
passing, and that I could catch a glimpse of Cammy 
behind the counter. 

   Then, a half block later, I turned around, and 
passed the store again.

   To tell the truth, I had no idea how far I wanted to 
take this game tonight. I just was just enjoying the 
shameful sensations that buzzed through me as took it 
tiny steps further.

   After three more passes, I finally turned into the 
parking lot, my pussy damp with anticipation. It was at 
that moment that I decided to go in. I needed her to 
notice me. It just wouldn't do for her to ignore me. I 
needed there to be an understanding between us. 

   She wouldn't say anything, would she ? I mean, she 
had been silent so far. 

   Yes, I told myself. I have everything under control.

   But I still sat outside for twenty minutes, daring 
myself to go in.

   Cammy was at the counter again, but the shop was 
busier on this Friday night than it had been on Sunday. 
Probably a half dozen guys were in the main sales 
floor, looking through videos and magazines. I had no 
idea how many others would be in the booths. 

   A few of the guys stole glances at me as I entered. 
That kind of attention heated me up. They knew that I 
was out of place here. I was too respectable for a 
place like this. But the person I hoped I would get a 
reaction from was busy ringing through a sale. 

   I tried to catch her eyes anyhow, but she didn't 
notice me. 

   Tonight I had several hundred dollars with me, and I 
was determined to spend whatever it took to shock 
Cammy. Okay, so maybe I had considered coming here 
beforehand, but I hadn't been serious. Taking out the 
money had just been a little dare to myself, to keep 
the game alive.

   My eyes led me directly to the fetish attire. Cuffs, 
hoods, bras, clamps... seductive leather and metal that 
sent chills down my spine. Yes. This was exactly what I 
needed.

   I could see one of the middle-aged men watching me 
as I picked out my accessories. I took leather cuffs 
for my hands and ankles. My body told me to take the 
studded collar and leash too. My back was turned to the 
counter. God, I hoped she was watching me.

   My breathing quickened when I found the nipple 
clamps and a perfectly medieval looking leather gag. 
What else would I need ? Just something to bring me 
over the top. I reached for it before even thinking. A 
beautiful leather whip, with multiple tails. 

   It would leave no room for doubt. She would be 
forced to imagine me, cuffed and gagged, with my prissy 
white ass being marked red by...

   ...well, I don't know who...

   " Can I help you to find anything, miss ?"

   She was right next to me, and I hadn't even noticed 
her approach. My face went red, as I realized the full 
impact of the items I cradled in my arms. I couldn't 
even look in her direction. This was the part of the 
game I liked most. I felt like I had been caught with 
my pants down.

   " Miss ? "

   " Please, " I began, not sure what to say next, but 
I knew I needed to take it a step further. " Please 
call me Angela. "

   No room for doubt. I wanted her to acknowledge who I 
was. I wanted her to know that I was the same bitch who 
was bad-mouthing her at school. 

   " Okay, Angela, is there anything I can help you 
with ?"

   So professional. So casual. I wanted her to be 
shocked. Instead, she still just seemed amused. Or 
bored. Or something.

   My mind whirled.

   " Yes... I'll, uh... " I looked up to her 
sheepishly. " I want to take all of these... and, uh... 
well, I need to try on the cuffs and clamps and make 
sure they're tight enough. "

   " I'm sorry, we don't really have anyplace for you 
to try them on. "

   She was trying to deny me my little thrill.

   " Really ? I mean, don't you have a washroom or 
something..."

   " Yeah, but we don't normally..."

   I almost came when I gave the next line. 

   " Please. I'll be in *so* much trouble if I come 
home with the wrong thing. "

   A little shudder went through me. For the first 
time, I got a little reaction. It was brief, but I saw 
a little surprise on her face. Then, just an instant 
later, her calm, amused look returned. 

   " I guess I can let you into the employee washroom. 
It's over this way. "

   Once inside the dirty little employee washroom, I 
tried to catch my breath. I could tell that the other 
guys in the store were all painting delightful images 
of me, dressed for bondage. But they didn't matter. It 
was Cammy that I wanted to shock. I wanted the twisted 
little rush of humiliation of knowing that she 
envisioned me naked, clamping my nipples in this tiny 
room. 

   I got it too. 

   Tonight had been a success. I could savour in my 
fantasies that fleetingly shocked expression she had 
given me when I explained how I would be punished. 

   It should have been enough, but, of course, it 
wasn't.

   I watched myself in the mirror as I opened my 
blouse. It wasn't enough just to pretend that I was 
tightening the clamps onto my nipples. I needed to do 
it. I ached for the extra jolt of humiliation of 
watching myself apply the painful clamps in the mirror. 

   The sensation was exquisite. My pink nipples were 
painfully erect already, and when I fastened a clamp to 
the first of my sensitive nubs, I gave a little squeal 
of satisfaction. By the time I had the other one in 
place, my body was on fire. I reached up underneath my 
skirt, and rubbed my wet pussy through the thin fabric 
of my panties.

   God, they were wet.

   Another wicked thought struck me. If only Cammy 
knew. If only she knew how shamefully wet this little 
game made me, it would double my humiliation. Once the 
impulse hit me, I knew that I would follow through with 
it, no matter how degrading it was. I just needed her 
to know how wet and horny I was.

   I rubbed myself good now, making sure that the 
crotch of my panties were absolutely soaked. Then I 
slid them down my legs and stepped out of them. Just 
having them in my hands gave me a little shudder. If I 
went through with this, I'd never be able to look her 
in the eyes again. 

   And I'd be leaving her proof. She could expose me to 
my friends. 

   So why was I doing this ?

   My body gave me the answer. I was just dying to see 
the look on her face when I handed her my warm, wet 
panties.

   I left the nipple clamps in place, throbbing warmly 
under my blouse. I only buttoned the garment about half 
way, so that if I bent forward, the clamps would be 
exposed. 

   Cammy watched me come out of the washroom, and my 
face went instantly red. I couldn't believe that I was 
doing this. It felt so wrong and so right at the same 
time.

   I dropped the other leather stuff on the counter, 
and then scanned the store to see if any of the other 
guys were watching. I couldn't wait another moment. As 
Cammy began to gather up the items to ring them 
through, I dropped my panties onto the counter in front 
of her.

   She froze, looking down at the stylish panties that 
had only a few minutes before been snugly nestled 
against my moist pussy.

   " What are you... ?" Her eyes rested on the panties 
for a moment before she looked up at me again.

   I had to brace myself against the counter just to 
stay standing, the rush of sensations in my pussy were 
so intense. I but my lower lip and tried to look her in 
the eyes. 

   Then I could see it. She knew my game. She knew 
exactly what I was trying to do now. Cammy scooped my 
panties off of the counter, and dropped them subtly 
into her purse. Her eyes appraised me now, catching the 
outline of the nipple clamps against my nearly open 
blouse. I almost felt like she could see through my 
skirt, to the wetness of my aching pussy.

   " So you're going home without panties, are you ? 
Won't you be punished for that ? "

   She didn't even try to hide her mocking tone now. 
She did, however, keep her voice low. Cammy was just 
having a little fun with the situation now, and she 
could see how it was affecting me.

   " Maybe I could... " I began. Then I couldn't get 
the words out.

   " Yes, " she prodded.

   " Maybe you could give me *your* panties... 
please... I'll pay you for them... "

   She remained silent, allowing me to choke myself on 
my own words. I could tell that she was considering how 
far to let this little game go... how much she should 
play along. 

   " Please... I'll give you a hundred dollars for 
them..."

   Cammy leaned forward conspiratorially. " And what 
would you want to do with my panties ?"

   I couldn't take much more of this. I could feel my 
moisture dripping down my thighs now, while she played 
along with my game. 

   " I'd, um..." I couldn't think. I just wanted them 
very badly right now. They would be such a prize to 
take home. 

   A man approached from behind, carrying a couple of 
videos. I wanted to tell him to go away. He was 
interrupting, and I was so close to...

   ...I don't know what.

   Cammy leaned a little closer, and whispered into my 
ear. " Not now. Some other time, maybe. Show me what 
you'd do with them, and I'll consider it. "

   Her words burned into my body, and I suddenly needed 
my orgasm desperately. I gave Cammy enough cash to 
cover my purchases, and left the store quickly, the 
heat of her breath still on my ear. 

   My body ached for this kind of humiliation. My 
previous flirtations with this dirty thrill-seeking 
game paled now in my memory. Now I had a playmate, and 
as I drove home, I wondered how far she was willing to 
let it go. I wanted desperately to convince her to play 
some more... 

   and so I thought about her words.

   ' Show me what you'd do with them, and I'll consider 
it,' she had whispered into my ear. Yes, I wanted to be 
a naughty exhibitionist for this girl. I imagined what 
a thrill it would be for her, to see a popular rich 
girl like me, sinking to any depth to get her 
attention.

   As I pushed my way into the apartment, I knew what I 
needed to do. She wanted to see what I would do with 
her panties. I wanted to show her, in the most graphic 
way I could imagine. For this, I needed to use another 
of my new toys: the digital camera my father had bought 
for me. 

   I set it up on my dresser, aimed towards the bed. 

   Cammy would see exactly how low I was willing to 
sink to get her panties. To get her into the game.

   I considered using my own panties for this little 
demonstration, but it didn't feel right. It just wasn't 
nasty enough. My need for humiliation overpowered my 
growing anxiety about how far I was willing to go with 
this. Feeling like a thief, I crept out of my room, 
wearing nothing but my nipple clamps, and quietly stole 
into Kyla's room.

   I don't know why I was being so careful. She 
wouldn't be back for hours yet. My eyes scanned the 
floor, and a new rush of perversity filled me when I 
found what I was looking for; Kyla's panties. They were 
near the base of her bed, open on the floor, as if she 
had just stepped out of them a minute ago. 

   They smelled like her perfume. Another shiver of 
lust passed through me as I held them to my nose. This 
was a new perversion for me, and it was wickedly 
shameful. I would never have guessed that my little 
games would lead me to such twisted acts. I shivered at 
the thought of being caught here, kneeling naked and 
sniffing my roommates panties on the floor of her room. 

   I retreated back to my own room, and prepared to 
capture my shameful acts with the digital camera. 

   Even while I was doing it, I was hoping that 
somehow, I'd have the good sense to delete the 
pictures, and never show them to Cammy. But when I felt 
as horny as I did right now, it was hard to appeal to 
any reason at all. 

   I posed for the camera, using Kyla's panties to do a 
little show for the sex shop girl. With every image, I 
imagined what she would feel like, seeing me sink to 
these acts to win her panties. I held them to my nose 
and rubbed myself.

   I gingerly touched my tongue to the crotch of the 
white panties, trying to overcome my revulsion at 
licking my roommate's used panties this way. I made 
sure the camera got a good shot of my tongue exploring 
the inner lining 

   Laying back on the bed, I opened the panties over my 
face as I used a vibrator on myself. I hoped the camera 
caught how wet this scene was making me. Finally, in a 
scene that made my body quiver with exhibitionist 
humiliation, I bent forward, with my ass to the camera, 
and my face buried in the panties. Lewdly exposed this 
way, I proceeded to try to feed the big black dildo 
into my lubricated ass. 

   " Mmmmf , " I grunted in frustration. I stretched my 
rear hole against the size of the toy, but couldn't fit 
it inside of myself. It was deliciously shameful to 
know what it must look like on camera, to see me 
desperately trying to fuck myself with the massive 
thing.

   I was just barely able to force the head of the 
beastly dildo into my ass before orgasm swept over me. 
I lost myself in that moment. I sucked the crotch of 
Kyla's panties into my mouth, and enjoyed the taste and 
aroma of her body, as my own body jerked up and down in 
climax.  

   The big black cock slipped out of my ass with a 
slurping sound as I rubbed myself furiously. This was 
the image I so desperately wanted to share with Cammy. 
I wanted her to see every bit of the contrast between 
my public image as a respectable, wealthy, popular 
girl, and the sick little whore I could be when I was 
playing these games...

   ... with her, I hoped.

*****

   I slid into the next week with a sick feeling in my 
gut. After I was done with the digital camera, I hid 
everything away in their secret spots. I could barely 
look at myself in the mirror in the morning. 

   How far had  I let my ridiculous sexual appetites 
take me ? 

   Remembering the most recent  visit to the sex shop 
really burned me up inside. Despite the hot, erotic 
sensations it gave me to think about it, I was worried 
that I had carried it too far. Cammy knew without a 
doubt who I was. I had made sure of it. She knew the 
kind of game I was playing. 

   It was all so dumb. She could expose me at any time. 
She had my signature on a credit card slip. She had my 
panties. Now I was foolish enough, on some level, to 
consider printing out the horrible images of my 
frenzied masturbation session, and hand them over in 
trade for her panties. 

   On Saturday night, I struggled to avoid the sex 
shop. Instead, I went to party with Kyla. Even as I 
tried to forget my foolish actions, and enjoy myself, I 
couldn't quite purge myself of my twisted fantasy life. 
I caught a whiff of Kyla's perfume in the car, and it 
reminded me of...

   I tried to banish it from my mind. I was determined 
to keep things normal between us. Kyla was a really 
good friend, and no matter how I allowed myself to 
engage in irrational thrill-seeking with Cammy, I 
couldn't allow myself to drag my roommate into it.

   Sunday, I stayed away too. It was torture.

   I tried to convince myself that I could just go down 
to the shop, and ask Cammy to forget the whole thing. 
But I knew better. I felt my heart pumping with 
excitement at the very thought of walking through those 
doors, and I just didn't want to take the risk. I might 
do something to embarrass myself further. She already 
had too much on me. I just had to hope that she 
wouldn't use it.

   So when we went to that first class on Monday, I was 
nervous as hell. I watched Cammy suspiciously from 
across the room. I'd fucking kill her if she so much as 
said a word to one of my friends. 

   But she seemed content to stay to herself, 
studiously taking notes, and reading during the break. 
Finally, just near the end of the class, I caught her 
eye. And suddenly, my mind was set at ease again. She 
just gave me this calm, amused look. And I could read 
it in her eyes. My secrets were safe with her. She had 
no intentions of exposing me to my friends.

   What next ?

   I mean, this girl was being more than nice to me. I 
truly felt like I deserved to be ashamed of myself. And 
she was protecting me by her silence. I felt like a 
real shit for badmouthing her to the other students. I 
just couldn't keep doing it.

   So I invited her over to my table in the cafeteria 
at lunch time.

   The other girls in my group were astounded. All 
through the previous week, I had been talking this girl 
down. Her style. Her manner. Her social class. Now I 
brought her over to sit with them. They all looked like 
they were waiting for a punch line. Like it was some 
big plan to humiliate this girl even more.

   Cammy didn't seem to care much what they thought. 
She gave me a little smile over the table, and then 
kept quiet while the other girls talked. 

   Finally, someone invited her into the conversation.

   " Do you live around here, Camelia ?"

   " Yeah, I'm a local girl, " she answered. It was 
weird seeing her in a normal social context. To all of 
the other girls, she was just some trashy local girl. 
To me, well, I had to control my arousal just being 
around her. 

   " So, do you work in town too ?"

   " Yeah. My dad owns a shop. When he's not around, I 
tend the store. As long as I make sure the place is 
taken care of on the weekends, he pays for my 
schooling. "

   I waited nervously for someone to ask what kind of 
shop it was, but the topic never came up. As usual, my 
friends were more concerned with the social 
implications.

   " That must suck, though, not being able to party 
and stuff. "

   " It's okay, " she assured them. " I still meet 
interesting people sometimes. "

   It was a verbal wink in my direction. It made my 
heart flutter a little. She was thinking about me. I 
was special to her. 

   So, just like that, my common sense flew out the 
window again. Maybe I was just looking for another 
excuse to resume the game anyhow. I don't know. But now 
that I had done her the favour of letting her hang out 
with my friends, and had the delicious luxury of her 
knowing, amused smile... well, I couldn't stop myself 
from imagining the next step in our game.

   For the next couple of nights, I my body ached to 
escalate things with Cammy. Anything for a new thrill. 
But she wouldn't be at the sex shop until the weekend. 
So I brought the game to school with me, tucked in my 
purse.

   It was just after lunch, and Cammy had hung around 
with my friends again. She was actually fitting in 
really well, now that I was on her side. Everyone 
seemed to like her. She had a dark sense of humour, and 
a sharp wit.

   I waited until kept my eye on her as we headed 
towards our classes, and then I saw my opportunity. She 
headed for the washroom.

   " What's up, Angela ?"

   " Huh ?"

   Kyla knocked playfully on the side of my head. " 
Hello, is anyone home ? "

   " Sorry. I'm not feeling too well. Excuse me a 
minute. "

   Then I headed to the washroom, my body heating up in 
anticipation of my task. I pushed through the door, and 
was relieved to see that aside from Cammy, the room was 
empty. I could see her military style boots beneath one 
of the stall doors. With my heart in my throat, I took 
the stall next to hers.

   I struggled to contain my nerves as I thought about 
what was in my purse. Ever so carefully, I had chosen 
four pictures from my digital camera. Then I printed 
them, in living colour, to the pages I had folded in my 
purse. 

   Every one of them was shameful, and my face was 
clearly visible in at least a couple of them. If I went 
through with this, there would be no going back. I sat 
on the toilet seat, still holding my purse in my lap. 
Slowly, I unzipped the top, and held it open to my 
view.

   There, right at the top of everything, was the most 
incriminating of the photos. My face was painfully 
clear. My tongue explored the crotch of Kyla's panties, 
while my hand explored my own crotch. An expression of 
limitless arousal was on my face.

   Then, sticking out from underneath this sick 
invitation of mine was a crisp one hundred dollar bill. 
That was the price I had offered her. 

   It was now or never. Careful to keep the top of my 
purse open, I set it down on the floor, pushing it 
beneath the stall divider so that she could clearly see 
the contents. I could barely breathe as I waited for 
her to take the next move.

   Did she even notice it, I wondered briefly. Of 
course she did. There was no way you could miss it.

   After a tense minute, I saw her hand reach down. She 
took the money, and then each of the four photos. It's 
impossible to describe the sensation that overtook me 
at that moment. I knew that Cammy was sitting in the 
next stall, her jeans around her ankles, looking at 
pictures that I should never have shown to anyone.

   Through the thin barrier, I could hear her leafing 
through them. Then a chuckle. 

   I almost had an orgasm at that sound. I wondered 
which one she was looking at. Maybe the ridiculous 
image of the big dildo popping from my ass as I bucked 
for the camera. I was rubbing myself now too. It was 
the only way I could stop myself from leaving the room 
in a panic.

   Now she could show them to my friends, or post them 
to the internet, or do anything else she wanted with 
them. I was such a fool for putting myself in this 
position, and it was this same reckless exhibitionism 
that provided me my greatest thrill. 

   She stood, still not saying a word. God, I wished I 
had the guts to inch forward to the crack between the 
stalls, and catch a glimpse of her now. I just wanted 
to see the look on her face. Was she surprised ? Amused 
? Even smug ?

   I rubbed myself roughly through the fabric of my 
clothes, waiting for some sign for Cammy. Something to 
say that she was willing to play my game. When the sign 
came, so did I. When her hand slipped underneath the 
stall wall, and held out her panties for me, I could 
barely get them to my nose in time to match my violent 
orgasm. 

   The force of the climax had me whimpering and 
shaking in a way that I knew Cammy could hear from the 
next stall. I heard her chuckle again before she 
flushed the toilet, and left me there, recovering my 
breath, and still clutching her underwear against my 
face. 

*****

   Our status shift was complete, and I think the other 
girls in my clique could sense it. Cammy was gaining 
confidence every day, and I was falling off of her like 
some sort of lap-dog. I couldn't help it. I spent my 
nights sniffing and licking the crotch of her panties, 
and fantasizing about the next way I could utterly 
humiliate myself in front of her.

   The contrasts between us were delicious to my sick 
sense of arousal. She was low class. Vulgar. She was 
forced to work in a sex shop to put her through 
college. I was wealthy and popular. I'd always been 
raised to act properly. And yet, it was me who was 
anxious... even desperate, to continue to embarrass 
myself for her amusement.

   Each day at school, I could feel her eclipsing me. 
She was co-opting my role in the group, and I just 
stood stupidly by, savouring my feelings of jealousy 
and resentment. Somehow, this social role reversal was 
feeding my appetites too. 

   God, I'm sick.

   I even stood by, biting my tongue, as she began to 
hit on Kevin, a guy I had been flirting with for over a 
week. The other girls had left him alone for me, but 
Cammy was blatant about her intentions. She didn't even 
bother to threaten to expose me. She just gave me this 
knowing look. She knew how much this bothered me, but 
she also knew that I would put up with it silently, and 
still crawl to her feet.

   The pictures told her everything. It burned me up to 
know how what this low-class girl thought about me. Of 
course, it bothered me more that she was completely 
right.

   Friday night, as soon as I could shake Kyla, I was 
itching to crawl to her feet. 

   Sitting in the car outside the store again, I 
reflected on how absurd this was. How did I really 
expect this to turn out ? Would I ever be completely 
satisfied ?

   I stepped in through the front door, once again, 
feeling that shameful rush as the middle-aged men 
looked up from their magazines and swallow my body 
whole with their eyes. Tonight, I was even dressed like 
I belonged here. I wore the leather studded collar on 
my neck, along with the shortest skirt I could find, 
and some high heel leather boots.

   Cammy gave me an approving smile that weakened my 
knees. I stumbled towards the counter.

   " Why don't you try one of the video booths tonight, 
Angela ?"

   The thought of those dark, dirty booths in the back 
of the store made my pussy tingle. Everyone knows what 
men go there to do. Now I was just as low in her eyes, 
and I belonged there too. She handed me a dozen tokens.

   " Oh, and you might want to avoid the last booth on 
the left. We ran out of tissues in there a couple of 
hours ago, and I haven't had a chance to clean up. "

   She gave me this wicked smile. It was an 'I dare 
you' smile. God, she was good at this game.

   The smell of male lust filled my nose as I walked 
down the narrow hallway. The place was busy tonight, 
and I could hear the sounds of pornographic grunting 
from behind the doors. Whether the sounds came from the 
video screens or from the men who fed them coins was 
hard to tell.

   I passed the first empty booth, and continued to the 
end of the hallway. On the left was a closed door with 
an 'Out of Order' sign. 

   Why had she warned me about it if there was already 
a sign on the door ? Because it wasn't a warning. Her 
smile had told me that. It was a dare. It was exactly 
what I craved.

   I pushed through the door into the small video 
booth, and quickly latched the door behind me. The 
details of the booth were more than I could have 
imagined. The electronic glow of the video machine lit 
up the walls of the small room, which were covered with 
graffiti. There was a seat against one wall, and I 
moved in that direction.

   " Fuck, " I cursed, as I fell on one of my knees. 
The floor was slippery, and I wasn't used to walking in 
these boots. I could feel something cool and sticky on 
the knee that was touching the floor. I stood quickly, 
and wiped my knee with my hand.

   Disgusting. I could smell the cooling semen as I 
wiped again on my skirt. I was eager to sit down, but 
took the time to check the seat for the same kind of 
mess. Just being here made me feel like a whore. I 
dropped a couple of coins into the video machine to 
complete the transaction.

   " Ooooh, yeah... right there..." the black girl on 
the screen moaned, as another woman lapped at her 
pussy. The actresses were dirty looking, just like 
everything in this place. My excited imagination placed 
me in the scene, tasting the black girl's wetness. 

   I slipped my hand under the waistband of my panties, 
and could feel how wet I was becoming too. On a 
perverted impulse, once my fingers were wet, I slid 
them out of myself again, and touched them to my lips. 
It helped me to imagine that I could actually taste the 
bitch on the screen. 

   Rubbing myself with my other hand now, I sucked each 
finger into my mouth in turn, only realizing afterwards 
that the drying residue of the male cum from the floor 
was on my fingers too. It heated my imagination in a 
disturbing way to know that I had just tasted the cum 
of some unknown man who spilled his seed in a porn 
store video booth.

   I quickly fed the rest of my coins into the machine, 
and then looked down at the floor in the glow of the 
cheap porn movie. Glistening there were streams of 
cooling semen, only disturbed by the footprints of 
myself and others who came here to masturbate. 

   Wicked. Horrible. These thoughts were beyond 
perversion. What would Cammy think of me ?

   But this was her suggestion, after all, wasn't it ? 
She had hinted at this particular booth. Maybe she had 
even told her male customers to use this one. To cum on 
the floor for me. My imagination couldn't be stopped. 
In a sick way, I wanted to believe that she was 
prodding me to do this.

   To do the unthinkable...

   I slid down the edge of the bench, and rested my 
knees on the floor. On the video screen, an overweight 
guy had joined the two women, and they were sharing his 
cock. I watched the scene as my trembling fingers 
unbuttoned my blouse. 

   Cammy would know. She would know exactly what I had 
done in here, and that thought intensified my 
excitement. 

   My tits were exposed now, as I hadn't bother to wear 
a bra tonight. It just made me feel sexier. Slowly, I 
bent forward, my hands near the wall, and lowered my 
breasts to the floor. My hard nipples stretched towards 
the slickness that glowed in the video light.

   When they touched the floor, my body shook. This was 
disgusting. In my mind, I was inviting the lowlife pigs 
who came here to jerk off to cum on my tits. I rubbed 
back and forth, collecting their mixed cum on my 
nipples. Then I rose to my knees again.

   God, I wished Cammy could see me now, a prissy bitch 
who was letting the cum of unknown men drip down the 
undersides of her breasts. In a lustful motion, I 
cupped my tits and rubbed them together, smoothing the 
cream between them.

   My pussy sent little shock waved through me. This 
was dirtier than I had imagined, and I didn't want to 
stop. My game of 'I dare you' was leading me to 
unexplored territory, and I couldn't wait to sink even 
lower. 

   I lowered myself to the floor again, but this time 
it was my face. The pungent odour filled my nose as I 
lowered one of my cheeks into the slop. The hair of my 
bangs picked up the mess too, but I didn't care. I was 
wallowing in it now. 

   In circular motions, I rubbed my face over the vinyl 
of the floor, gathering cum on my cheeks, nose and 
chin. I wondered what kind of thrill it would have 
provided the men who came in her to jerk off, knowing 
that a horny blonde girl would soon be on the floor, 
coating her face and tits with their discharge. 

   " Oh yeah, eat it for me, girls, " the overweight 
man on the screen instructed the two women as he came 
on their chins. In my lust, I could pretend that his 
instructions were for me. I now touched my tongue to 
the floor, and began to trace the streaks of cum to 
where they met the wall, scooping it into my mouth as I 
went. 

   " Mmmm... g-god, I'm such a slut... " I told myself, 
as I licked at the drying jizz. Saying the words out 
loud brought me a new thrill, and I renewed my efforts 
to get every bit of collected cum from the floor.

   Suddenly, it was dark again, as the screen went 
blank. God damn. My tokens had run out.

   In desperation, I slid my blouse back on, and 
stumbled out of the booth towards the front of the 
store. I wasn't thinking straight. I just needed to get 
more tokens... so that I could finish myself in that 
humiliating pose. I held my blouse closed with one hand 
as I approached the counter.

   Cammy's eyes glowed with laughter when she saw me, 
my face and hair sticky from wallowing in cum.

   " More tokens please, " I spat out, enjoying this 
new depth I had sunk to in her perception.

   " No, Angela, that's enough for tonight. "

   " But I..." I pleaded with my eyes. I hadn't cum 
yet. Surely she could see how desperate I was for 
relief.

   " Come over here, behind the counter, " she invited 
me. There was a lull in business, and we were alone in 
the front area of the store. 

   I stepped behind the counter, my body overheated 
with embarrassment. She could make me do anything she 
wanted.

   Cammy stepped close, and reached under my skirt. 
This was it. She was touching me. My body screamed for 
more. 

   " You're nice and wet, Angela. I take it you enjoyed 
your visit to the booth. "

   I nodded.

   " That's good. Now that you know how to clean the 
booths, that'll be one of your jobs around here. I'm 
sure they guys will be glad to not worry about tissues 
anymore. "

   " Ngggff, " I groaned as her hand slowly pushed 
under my panties. 

   " I want you to come in tomorrow early, and I'll 
train you to work the register. I've got a date 
tomorrow night, and I'll need you to cover for me. "

   God, I didn't need to ask who she had a date with. 
It was obvious from the gloating ton of her voice. It 
was with Kevin. 

   " But what about your father..."

   " Oh, he won't mind a bit. As long as the store is 
covered, and the money rolls in, he couldn't care less 
who tends the store. In fact, the way you dress, it 
might even help business. Once I've got you trained, 
I'm going to have a lot more spare time on my hands. "

   Cruelly, she withdrew her hand from my panties, and 
wiped my juices on my already soiled blouse. 

   " You run along now, Angela, " Cammy told me, 
patting me on the rear. " I'll expect you here at two 
o'clock tomorrow. "

   I needed to get to the car. I needed to finish 
myself.

   " And Angela..."

   I paused on my way out.

   " Bring along that nice little whip you bought last 
week. "

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