A voice

Vanessa searched for her purse, she was completely done with this, with the hands, with the people, she was not going to spend any more time here, she had a feeling that if she do things would only get worse and worse, she was going to call someone, anyone, to pick her up and take her home.

But there was a problem, Vanessa looked in the place where she usually left her purse and it was not there, Vanessa was completely confused, she remembered that she had brought it today, she remembered putting it there in the morning and not remembered taking or moving it somewhere else, but it wasn't there, her eyes couldn't lie to her.

Meanwhile on the street the locksmith was going his way, completely satisfied with the results of her most recent encounter, she had seen Vanessa's beautiful pussy just for doing something insignificant as opening that door, she remembered it vividly, undoubtedly he'll remember that image for a long time, he liked everything about it, the smoothness, the little bit of pubes, everything about Vanessa's pussy seemed wonderful to him!

Suddenly he heard a voice inside his head.

Hey, where are you going?! Asked the voice.

I'm going home, I guess, he replied, who are you?

I? I am... Err.. I, well... I am your conscience!!! That's right I'm your very conscience! Replied the voice.

I don't remember ever hearing you before, replied the confused locksmith.

_Of course not, you have just until now awakened your conscience, idiot! Now listen to me, you need to go back there, with that girl and asked for a real payment, your work is worth more than just a mere glance. _Said the voice

The locksmith immediately agreed with the voice, his new "conscience" was right, he needed a real payment.

Vanessa was in front of the counter, looking frantically for her purse with her butt to the door, she had let her panties down for the moment to use both of her hands in her search for her purse, she had locked the door anyways, no one was going to enter right now.

Or that's what she thought, suddenly the door opened and the blacksmith went inside the store, he found Vanessa in the said position looking for her purse, meaning that he got a full unobstructed view of Vanessa's ass in all it's glory, round and pulpy, he felt the urge to spank her, his conscience was right, he thought, then he whistled at Vanessa both to express his pleasure to see her butt and his presence.

Vanessa's body hairs lifted all at once by the fright of the sudden whilst of the locksmith,she covered her nethers with her hand and turned around.

You! She said. what do you think you're doing here?

_Ask her for a payment. _said the voice.

_I'm here for a payment for opening this door earlier. _Said the locksmith.

I gave you what you wanted, I made my part of your disgusting deal, that was your payment, replied Vanessa remembering that humiliating moment.

I'm here for a real payment, something with the same value that the work I just made. replied the locksmith.

_Speak up clearly, what do you want, if there's something I could give you to get you put of my sight u would gladly give it to you. _Said Vanessa

Ask her for her bra. said the voice.

Weren't we here for money? replied him inside his head.

Don't you want to see her tits? Thurts me, this is the best for you. replied the voice to him.

_Then give me your bra, that'll be my payment, _he said.

You're nuts if you think I'll give you my bra, I'm not going to give you anything, I just wanted to see how much of a scum you were, replied Vanessa in disgust.

Then the voice told the locksmith to walk towards the first row of bookshelves and other instructions more, he did and a moment later Vanessa watched him come out with her purse on his hand.