She's Addicted

You wait patiently, towering over her kneeling frame. It takes her alot of **** of will to remove the sweaty pungent smell of your sock from her face, but to her credit she does, sliding it into her bag and standing up. Her hair is slightly disheveled from being rubbed against the damp fabric. She turns backwards towards the door. It seems she isn't as **** as you thought. You don't say anything though, you just keep your arms crossed across your chest. You have a feeling this is a bluff, an attempt to make you give up some of the power over the situation.

You don't even speak up when she grabs the door handle.

"So, you..." she says quietly, her shaking hand gripping the door handle for stability. "If I want, you can get me more....um....socks?"

"I can get you more then socks, I can get you underwear, undershirts, used sex toys, body fluids of all kinds. I can get naughty photos, I can get masturbation tapes spoken by someone of your choosing. I can get you anything you want to go wild."

"Anything?" her voice quivers.

"Anything." You put a hand on her shoulder, she is aroused enough for the touch to send a shiver down her spine, but she shys away from the touch, crossing her arms over her chest and keeping her back turned to you. "What's your name?"

"Serena" she whispers.

"Well, Serena. What is it you want?"

"I want..." she bends her head down, causing her hair to tumble over her shoulders. "I want a pair of used boxers. by...ummm...do you know Mike Harby."

"I do." Thank god. You were worried she'd ask for something hard.

"Well I'd like a pair of his..." she trails off.

"Sweaty unwashed boxers, that smell just like his cock?" You rub it in.

"Yes"

"Well, I can get that for you." You lean against the door. She turns and glances towards you. "Though, who'd ever think such a quiet polite girl was secretly a perverted needy slut. Well as it so happens perverted needy sluts are my best customers. I can get you a pair of Mike Harby's boxers. But, there is a price..."

"What price?" her eyes widen.

"First, I'm going to need the panties you are wearing right now." You explain. "That's non-negotiable. I can't get the boxers without them. I need to get something from the exchange. I can get either cash, merchandise, or pussy. Cash is just a money payment, we'd work out the details of price once I get what you're looking for. But, don't think my services come cheap. Merchandise is something of equal or greater value that I can sell to someone else. More panties, pictures, recordings, or maybe something very specific. Some guy could ask me for a mold of a girl's feet or something. And for some of the more extensive requests, I might ask for something quite....intimate. As for the last option? Well I think you can guess how that one works. If it's something small I get to fuck you. The bigger the request, the more of my...tastes...we include. And for a really really big request? Well if you want me to do something like that your ass is mine."

"And those boxers you want? That's a fair sized request. So the payment better be good..."