Blowjob

Sometimes the simplest ideas are the best.
"Okay sweetheart," the man said. "I'll let you buy that outfit if you get in here under the counter and give me a blowjob. If you do a really good job, I might even give you a discount." Emily was horrified and appalled. She was valedictorian at her school. She had a reputation for being a good girl, she had a steady boyfriend, who she liked a lot. She had never been a slut, definitely not the type of woman to give a blowjob to a random stranger. Then again, she also didn't think she was the type of woman to strip naked in the middle of a sex shop, yet, here she was.

Emily was blushing furiously. She told herself to just put her clothes back on, go home and forget this had ever happened. But she couldn't. Her body was moving without her commanding it to. She felt like a passenger in her own body as she felt her legs move walk around the counter and bend down in front of the man. She felt her fingers fumbling with the man's belt clasp, and then the zipper on his jeans. She still had no idea why she was doing this, just that she had to have that outfit on her body, and would do anything to make it happen.

The man's erection sprung free. Emily grabbed it and started slowly massaging it. She took it into her mouth and started slowly working the shaft. It took ten minutes for the man to reach full climax. Emily had done a brilliant job. He pulled out just before orgasm, shooting his warm jizz all over her face.

"Well done sweetheart," the man said, as he zipped up his pants. "That was brilliant. I'll tell you what. I'll sell you that outfit now at half-price. Emily was torn between humiliation and ecstasy. She was horrified by what she'd just done, and that she seemed to have no control over it, but she was overjoyed at the prospect of finally being able to wear the outfit. The man handed her something to wipe the jizz of her face. She took it without looking at what it was.

Emily snatched the outfit from the man's hands, and began to put it on. The man suggested that before she did, she rub her body in lube, to make it easier to get the outfit on and off. That seemed like a sensible suggestion, so she did. Twenty minutes later, she was standing there, in the middle of the store wearing the outfit she'd been so **** to try on. She was wearing the spiked high-heeled boots too, as well as the collar, but she thought she'd leave it up to Nate as to whether he wanted her to wear the hood, leash and ball-gag.

Emily made arrangements to pay off the expensive outfit. She signed a contract to pay it off over the next six months in monthly installments. She left her information with the sex shop so that if she failed to make payments they could send debt collectors after her. Emily was apprehensive about what she had just done, but so eager to see Nate's face when he saw her. She drove slowly over to his apartment, due to the boots, and crossed the carpark to his building. She saw some people she recognized, and they recognized her, their eyes popping out of their head at what she was wearing. Blushing, embarrassed and aroused, Emily continued up to Nate's apartment and knocked on his door.

After a brief pause, the door opened and Nate stood there, a huge grin spreading across his face as his eyes moved up and down Emily's leather-clad body.