"Public Sluts 5"

You glance at the DVD cover with pictures of porn stars wandering around the streets nude, one fucking in a bus, one fellating a guy in a crowd.

You never took Scarlett for an exhibitionism fan, although she didn't have much trouble stripping off her shirt in front of you. You look up at her, regarding her purchase. She shrugs sheepishly.

"Exhibitionism?" You ask, deciding you'll probably never see her again, might as well make this interaction last as long as you can get away with. You glance down at her amazing cleavage again.

"I'm not shy." Scarlett says biting her big lip and smiling as she sees your eyes trying not to linger on her breasts. "I like to be seen when I like to be seen, you know?"

But suddenly something doesn't seem right...

"What about having to shop late at night so on one sees you?" You say remembering the reason why she had you open up the store late to begin with. It doesn't add up, if she likes being seen.

"Okay, well" She leans into you, placing her elbows on the counter, squeezing her breasts between her arms. "I don't really mind if anyone sees me. I just wanted you to open back up. I was running kinda late today."

You give her a disappointed look. You feel a bit like a fool.

"It worked didn't it?" She smiles at you. It's hard to resist the persuasion of that smile. It's hard to resist the persuasion of those breasts. "What do I owe you?"

Still, you realize how much she's been in control this whole time. Maybe it's time to change that.

You give a smile. "Actually, everything is on the house."

Scarlett looks dubious, "Why?"

"It's not every day you get to serve one of the most beautiful women in the world. I think that's official right? Maxim or something. You're right, I do read it from time to time."

"Oh I don't care about shit like that." She senses the power shift happening. "I'd rather pay." She tries to change the subject.

You ignore.

Scarlett feigns a naughty smile. Her fingers brush yours on the counter top trying to take back control of the situation. You smile back steadfastly, proud of how strong you're being in the face of her unrelenting sexiness. Wondering how she'll interpret your new found resolve.

But you don't expect her to give in so quickly. "So um...." she takes a deep breath and you see her eyes stroll up and down over you as your fingers brush. "I always wondered what the back room of these places was like."

It's an awkward proposition and you decide not to have it. "Not in the back." you say strongly. "In the front" Scarlett looks confused. "Over there" you point. "Up against the front door window. Exhibitionism... right?"

Scarlett studies your face. She begins to breathe deeply now. You can see her double-D's heave slowly. "You're talking.... about...."

"The DVD is on the house" you smile, in control. "And I won't tell anyone you were here. Or I'll tell everyone you were here. Which would you prefer?" You reach over and, feeling as bold as you've ever felt, grab a hold of the front of Scarlett's white bra and pull.

You can hear the sound of the snaps in the back breaking as the bra falls off her chest into your powerful fist, exposing her mammoth breasts and large hard pink nipples.

Scarlett lets out a horny hiss. "Against... the window... huh?" You see it in her eyes, she's breaking down. She came here tonight horny, and the more you take control, the more that flame is building.

"I put my job at risk for you to open back up. Now you have to pay. And whoever sees, sees." You say. "Here', I'll throw in another gift" You reach under the counter and find a large pink plastic dildo in need of being restocked. You place it erect on the counter. "On the house as well." You smile.

Scarlett just stares. You see the conflicted horniness painted over her impossibly pretty face.

"You've never been an exhibitionist, have you." you say, realizing what you've known all along. "The thought makes you hot, but you've never done this before, have you?"

Scarlett is putty in your hands. She squeaks out an answer, "No... th.... thanks for understanding."

"You're welcome. Now grab the dildo and follow me." You say as you head around the counter to meet Scarlett on the other side.

Scarlett stares into your face for a long time. Then finally reaches for the pink toy standing on the counter top.

"No!" you pull her back. "Not with your hands"

She looks up at you, her eyes wide and filled with horniness. She grits her teeth, thinking up someway to refuse. But she can't. As she bends over toward the dildo, you slip your hand between her legs, pushing up into the crotch of her jeans. She let's out a moan "mmmmm"

Then opens her mouth and slips her thick lips around the dildo, her blonde hair falling in her face as she takes it deep into her mouth, then springs back up and looks at you with a combination of desire, pride and humiliation.