Another deal

Hey that's mine said Vanessa pointing at her lost purse, now in the dirty hand of the locksmith.

Nope, it's mine, it was just laying on the floor right there, replied him.

Cut the crap, that's my purse, I just lost it, give it to me said Vanessa frowning, this seemed something with no end.

No, no, this is a purse that I found lost and now is mine said the locksmith. But I'll be generous with you and I'll give it to you in exchange for your bra.

It was the peak of the effrontery, Vanessa was about to tell him to fuck off when she heard a strange voice inside her head.

Hey said the voice

_What was that? _Vanessa asked in her mind

I'm your conscience, I'm here to help you Replied the voice.

How can you be my conscience if I'm conscious right now and therefore my conscious self would be my conscience? Asked Vanessa.

Errr... Ehmm.... Well... Because... STOP MAKING QUESTIONS! Just listen to me, you gotta accept that bastard's deal, otherwise you won't be able to get your purse back replied the voice.

But... But then he would get what he wants, he would win! Replied Vanessa to the voice.

And you'll be winning too, once you get your purse and phone you can call someone to pick you up and get home to put some comfy clothing said the voice.

That last argument convinced Vanessa, no matter how humiliating it was to give her bra to him, once at home she could leave everything that happened today behind.

_OK, I accept your deal, _said Vanessa and the locksmith's face brightened with a big smile.

Vanessa's hands went behind her back to unclasp her bra, then the pressure pushing her breasts up dissappeared and they returned to their more natural relaxed state, then with one arm she kept the bra against her chest as she drawed the other arm out of the bra, then she shoved her free arm between the bra and her breast to cover her niples as she removed her bra from her chest.

The locksmith stared attentively at Vanessa's chest, he looked every detail of her manouvers as she took off her bra trying to get a peek ot her niples, but her dexterity didn't allowed him to succeed,

There you have it, it's all yours, said Vanessa tossing her pink bra at the locksmith.

Thanks he said picking up Vanessa's bras that landed by his feet, then he smelled it making Vanessa creep out even more.

Now, give me my purse she said demanding the locksmith to do his part.