SHOP LIFTING IS THEFT!
“Lorraine, come and have a look at this.” Ms Van Bronkhorst’s shrill voice echoed around her own very large and luxurious office, as she summoned her Secretary over to the glass window that over-looked the floor of her Department Store, the one she ran with an iron fist. Amelia Van Bronkhorst, a forty one year old woman who still possessed a large degree of the natural beauty that she’d been adorned with at birth, was not somebody who any sensible person dis-obeyed, especially if you were in her employ, as Lorraine was.
If Amelia Van Bronkhorst could be described as very attractive, then her P.A. would just have to classed as stunningly sexy. At just twenty-five years of age, Miss Lorraine Roberts still carried the delicious allure of youth, a tall, slim and totally well proportional body being topped by a beautiful face, and golden hair that cascaded from her head in REAL style. Both Boss and Secretary were also dressed immaculately, both wearing very expensive and stylish leather suits, complete with short and tight skirts. Also both pairs of female legs were covered in VERY sheer nylon, that most certainly was NOT in the form of tights!
Once Lorraine had responded to her Boss’s command and could also view the occurrences on the shop floor, Amelia pointed out a good looking young man, in his early twenties, helping himself to several items from the female lingerie department, believing, incorrectly, that he’d managed to do so unobserved. “Well, what do you think of that?” Amelia asked the younger woman.
“I understand that it’s known as theft, Ma’am.”
“So it is. And deserves to be punished as such. So, what should I do, call the Police, or do you believe some other form of punishment might be more appropriate?”
Lorraine felt her pussy moisten and those familiar stirrings start to flutter within her body. She knew full well just what “punishment” Amelia was alluding to, and one that she, Lorraine, would extract maximum pleasure in administering! For Lorraine was both kinky and domineering, with a real penchant for tying men to her bed and then shagging them utterly mercilessly, something Amelia understood and liked about her all too well. Another fact that Amelia also completely accepted was that Lorraine was a very valuable asset, who had recently made some very significant contributions to the Company, saving Amelia a great deal of what had been wasted money. She thoroughly deserved a substantial reward, and Amelia sensed an opportunity to grant just such a favour.
“You like him, don’t you Lorraine?”
“Yes Ms Van Bronkhorst, I do! May I have him?”
“Yes, my Dear, you may. You’d better ring security and arrange for our little thief to bought up here, so you can take him home with you, and do to him just what you wish!”
“Oh, thank you Ma’am, by the time I’ve finished with him, he’ll wish he was shut away in a nice, safe Police cell!”
“Oh, I don’t doubt it! And, you can take the rest of the day off, to torment your captive, providing that you give me a REAL show as you capture him right here in this office. I want to see just what your perverted mind comes up with, make it good and entertaining, I could do with some excitement!” For Amelia too was kinky. VERY kinky!
“OH I WILL MA’AM, DON’T YOU WORRY ABOUT THAT!”
At that very moment the subject of this female conversation was heading towards the exit door. Under the impression that I’d totally “got away” with the lifting of that pair of female panties, suspender belt and pair of sheer nylon stockings in my small rucksack. What the hell had persuaded me to take that stupid bet? I’d bloody well drunk FAR too much last night, and before I knew it I’d found myself accepting a wager from somebody who was comparatively sober, and therefore, unlike me, was in full control of their facilities! In front of plenty of witnesses I accepted the bet, that I couldn’t steal said listed items, from that REALLY posh establishment, “Bronkhorst’s.”
Just as I stepped outside of the shop, feeling VERY smug as I truly thought I’d succeeded, suddenly my arm was grabbed, and a gruff male voice sounded in my ear, “excuse me Sir, could I have a little word? And a look in that bag of yours please?” I turned to run but his grip was very strong, and soon his companion joined in my arrest. It was hopeless, and I accepted defeat and allowed them me to escort me to a holding room, no doubt to await the arrival of the Police. I mean, just how stupid was I, now I’d have a criminal record, possibly losing my job, and ALL because of a stupid bet? What an bloody idiot!
The first of the two security men come back into the room, having just finished a telephone call, of which I’d been unable to hear any details. “I’ve some news for you young man, we are NOT calling the Police. We’ve been told to take you to the Boss, Ms Van Bronkhorst herself, apparently she’s going to let Lorraine have some fun with you! You’ll soon be wishing we’d called the Police instead, believe me!”
“Who the hell is this Lorraine?”
“Ms Bronkhorst’s VERY sexy, but VERY kinky and sadistic secretary, that’s who! Ever been tied to a bed before?”
“Can’t say I have, no.”
“Well you’re going to be now, that much I CAN fully assure you! Lorraine is notorious for it, make NO mistake about that! Now stand up please!” As I obeyed his companion grabbed my arms, pulled them behind my back, and snapped a pair of steel handcuffs around my wrists. As the first guard led me away, his mate called out “enjoy your “date” with Lorraine!”
Roughly five minutes later a door opened and I, with my “companion” walked into the largest and most expensively furnished office that I’d even been in, or am ever likely to. And behind a very large desk sat a very attractive woman, who looked to me to be about forty. Ms Van Bronkhorst I presumed, correctly. “Well done, Peters, that’ll be all. Hand the key to his cuffs to Lorraine please.”
“Very good, Ms Van Bronkhorst.” He stepped to my left, in order to comply with the instruction that he’d just been given. And that’s when I turned my head and for the second time in my life I saw HER!
The woman from the pub! The one who’d “persuaded” me to commit the act I’d just done! Now the jigsaw pieces fitted into place, being drunk I’d failed to pick up on the signs last night. She looked even more stunning than I remembered, and naturally my libido reacted in the most natural way. And one thing was absolutely crystal clear, her beautiful blue eyes were simply full of TOTAL lust! She took the key from the security man, slightly lifted her skirt, enough for me to see that the nylon covering her long and shapely legs was in the form of some very sexy stockings, put the key into the top of one of those and then she came over to stand in front of me. “On your knees, boy! YOU ARE MINE!”
