Suzy complies

I stood there in her living room, paralyzed with indecision while the saleswoman spoke to me from her upstairs bedroom.

“We’ve got quite a file on you Suzy. Not just from that store, but from most of the good stores in the area. Quite expensive tastes you’ve got. Yes, we have enough to bring felony theft charges against you. Felony theft; that means prison time, darling.”

Felony theft? But I wasn’t a criminal! I just took a few things now and then. Everyone did it. The mention of prison made my knees weak.

“There’s ice in the freezer.” she called down cheerfully. “Pour yourself a drink. I think you might need it,” she said with a laugh.

“So, as I say, you’re almost certain to do time.” she went on. “The courts are very down on shoplifters these days. No more work release or community service. None of those slaps on the wrist. Hard time, love. That’s what they serve out now. And believe me, once they get a piece like you in the joint, those dykes will be all over you. So you see, you either give me what I want now, or let those big sweaty dykes take it from you the hard way.”

I poured myself a big drink of something brown, my hands shaking. If she was trying to scare me, she’d done a great job. I was terrified.

I heard the door close and her voice on the stairs, looked up and almost dropped my drink. She was wearing black thigh high spike heel boots, a silky black teddy, and black elbow-length opera gloves. Her hair was up, and she carried a bag in her hand.

She paused on the stairs. “You know, I don’t think I ever introduced myself, did I? My name’s Jan Garber. My husband and I run Garber security. We do security for all the best stores. That’s how we know who you are. But look at you. Suzy Waisteland, you’re still all dressed.”

She walked straight up to me and grabbed the lapels of my coat, pulled them partway down my arms. “When I say strip. I mean strip, bitch!”

“No, wait.” I was frantic. “Look. I don’t have much money, but what I do have…”

“Look around you, Suzy.” she said. “Does it look to you like we need your money? No, baby. You’ve got something else we want.”
“Okay, okay.” I said, raising my hands to stop her. “Give me a minute. Just a minute, please. I can do it. I’ll give you what you want. I know, I…I used to do it in college. You know, girls together? Just give me a minute to adjust. This is all going too fast.”

She looked at me suspiciously, but I was telling the truth. It hadn’t been a big thing for me, but I knew something about making love to a woman and how it felt to have one make love to you. I just didn’t want her getting rough with me. She looked like she could get very rough.

To show her I meant business I stripped out of my jacket. I kicked off my shoes and dropped my pants. I was unbuttoning my blouse when I saw her starting to smile.

“That’s better, Suzy. That’s a lot better.”

I opened the blouse and let it fall from my shoulders. I was still wearing the teddy.
“Nice.” she said. “Very nice. I can see why you had to have it.”

It was nice. The legs were cut high, the waist tight, and the stretch top embraced my breasts like it was made for me.

“On the sofa.” she said.

I sat down and Jan sat down next to me. She looked me in the eye and reached out for my breasts. I couldn’t meet her gaze and closed my eyes as she touched me, trying not to shake. I saw her head dip forward and felt her tongue through the lacy top of the teddy, circling lazily around my nipple.

I’d been through so much that day, so much fear and turmoil. I was being blackmailed. I had **** but to give in. I don’t know. I have no excuse. Jan touched me and I felt just melted. She held my arms and licked my breast and I just wanted to lie back and let her take me, let her love me. I needed her. I needed someone.

She felt me surrender, felt my resistance evaporate, ands her mouth came down on mine. I let her tongue slide between my lips, let her explore my mouth. The kiss of another woman was so strange yet so familiar, tender, seeking. She took my breath away. I put my arms around her and she pressed me back down onto the sofa.

Then her mouth was on me. She pushed the crotch of the teddy out of the way and I felt her lips teasing me, kissing me there, sweet and lingering, drawing me out. None of a man’s roughness and impatience. Her tongue had all the time in the world and knew where to go, how to touch. I spread my legs for her and moaned. I closed my eyes and just gave myself over to the pleasure she gave me.

And when she climbed on the sofa, posed herself above me and lowered herself to my face, my tongue came out eagerly. I held her ass in my hands and did for her what she had done for me, loving how she hissed with pleasure and tangled her fingers in my hair, pulling my lips to hers. I was every bit as into it as she’d been, and my hips lifted in sympathy as she climbed groaning to her climax and let it out on my face, shaking and gasping.

We lay there for a moment, both of us gasping for breath, and then I heard the door open.

“That’ll be Max, my husband.” she said. “Come here, darling. Guess who’s here.”